"Have any of you noticed it before?" He Meng looked at the small door and frowned.
"No." "Didn't pay attention."
"It's weird, I just felt like I was in a trance for a while."
The investigators shook their heads.
Norma Gunn stepped forward and held up the small wooden frame hanging from the door's raised eyeball.
She saw that the content was full of ecstasy and ecstasy, and was filled with a large number of prayers that were repeated for unknown reasons. Then she turned over and saw the words "Please make sure the door is closed again."
"Go in." She gave the order after thinking for a while.
The previous investigators filed in, and Fan Ning was secretly wondering why he didn't notice the movement of the "paint ball" this time.
Last time, I actually returned here twice. The first time the wall was covered with paint, and the second time I heard a noise and ran away. Only after the paint fell off did I see the door.
It was precisely because of the changes in the paint, combined with a series of speculations from previous investigations, that I came to the conclusion that "the pollution of the spring in the painting begins with vision."
This time, I saw the door directly.
However, it doesn't hurt.
As long as the door is there, there is a chance.
Still surrounded by seven in front and two in back, Fan Ning relied on his spiritual sense, which was much stronger than the previous mid-level, to avoid thresholds, walls and obstacles and slowly stepped into the stone door, and under the dark vision, deliberately made
Be alert and check your surroundings.
"What the hell is this place? Just turn around when you enter?"
As soon as he entered, Fan Ning heard Salman's muttering in his ears.
"Turn left? Turn left again? Turn left and rear?"
"Isn't this a way to go back to the room? Why is it such a long and curved road?"
"The patterns on the wall of this passage are so strange."
More and more investigators were chatting as they walked.
"Don't make such a fuss." He Meng reminded in a low voice, "Do you still think that the things on the path to dreaming can conform to the logic of reality?"
Everyone was quiet for a while, and for a while there was only the slight thump of leather shoes on the ground, and the tearing sound of some sticky texture when lifting feet, echoing in the passage.
Fan Ning, who was walking, felt that as the position gradually deepened, the figures of the two Insighters behind him became lighter and lighter.
Combined with his previous knowledge, he understood the reason after a little thought.
The entire underground building is the intersection of world representation and will. The deeper you go inside, the lower the proportion of the world when you wake up. There are more illogical and weird things in the transitional astral layer and the will transfer layer.
Intellectuals with higher inspiration can know and control dreams, and do things that are different from the laws of real physics, such as levitation or flying, but this is only limited to the star realm, that is, ordinary lucid dreams. When it comes to Yiyong, things are still chaotic and weird.
But my consciousness became more dizzy, and it was difficult to control my flight.
Unless you are a profound person.
Fan Ning had met He Meng and Gang in the joint dream meeting. These powerful men who had been transformed by "gnosis" could not only fly in ordinary clear dreams, but also move and even fly in Huita.
It's all the same. If the battle takes place at the dream level, where the spirit body is directly attacked, their strength may be stronger than in the waking world. This mobility alone is a gap that is difficult for anyone with knowledge to match.
This fact made Fan Ning even more worried.
Because now everyone is in a transitional state of gradually entering dreams and surges.
But it's obvious that these people don't know that this passage full of unknown things should be walked with eyes closed.
Fan Ning has asked Qiong to refine a tube of visual sealing elixir every other week since nearly two months ago, just to deal with this situation.
If you keep your eyes closed the whole time, it will inevitably arouse suspicion, so opening your eyes as usual but temporarily losing your vision is the best way.
He wanted to see what the gang would see next.
Although the people around you may have their eyes open, the unknown pollution may also affect them, but in this situation, it is a relatively minor problem.
Because maybe my best time to take action is right here.
"I have a headache. Did you hear anything?" Suddenly several investigators squatted down one after another holding their heads.
"It's very harsh." "A sharp, dense sound." The voice of a female investigator was very uncomfortable.
"It's okay, just rest where you are for a while." He Meng frowned. He also heard it and felt a little uncomfortable.
Fan Ning also squatted on the ground.
He wasn't just pretending, he really heard it.
"It's really that kind of sharp and high-pitched sound, exactly the same as what Sheeran and Joan described at the time. However, I have never been affected by this. I haven't heard it since I visited the art museum on the day of the graduation ceremony. Why?
Did I hear it this time too?"
"Is there anything different about my state this time from last time?"
After calming down for a while, everyone continued walking inside.
Fan Ning gradually heard some strange noises.
"Hey hey hey..." First someone laughed nervously twice, but then nothing happened and no one else asked him why he was laughing.
Later, he felt that the stench suddenly dissipated, followed by the fragrant smell of barbecue.
The sound of teeth tearing meat and gobbling came from the shoulder, as if an investigator was holding a skewer of charcoal-grilled mutton skewers and feasting on large pieces.
"Libergh, why do these wisps of paint stains look like your face?" an investigator said again.
"Chi—" "Chi—"
"It looks like your face to me." The investigator named Libergh raised the spray and wiped the few "tear stains" seeping out from the gaps in the stone bricks until they turned pale.
The time has almost come... The name of the mysterious painting flashed in Fan Ning's mind, and his state gradually became tense.
"Try not to look ahead. First deal with the graffiti within reach." He Meng's sudden opening made Fan Ning's gradually tense nerves relax again.
Amidst the sound of "chichi" spray, the abnormal movement temporarily came to an end.
Then Fan Ning suddenly realized a problem.
The Special Patrol Office does not know that closing eyes can avoid pollution, but this operation seems to be another method they use?
This underground building of the Turner Museum of Art seems to have some kind of "mirror image" or "entangled" wrong relationship with the weird art museum in the small town of Watznai. They have faded all the colors in this space. Could it be that
Is it possible to enter the Grand Palace School ruins from "another way"?
If this is the case, perhaps the pollution here is also within the controllable range for them, and they can't do anything to them.
But the advantage is still in your hands.
Because compared to the "eyes-closed passage method", the "spray passage method" advances slower all the way.
We can't wait any longer. It's unrealistic to expect perfection and take advantage of others' misfortunes.
Fan Ning recalculated based on the changes on the spot and made up his mind.
"Buzz buzz-"
When that weird noise struck again, several investigators squatted on the ground again, and the two Insighters guarding the back of the passage also frowned.
It's now!
Fan Ning did not squat down, he made a gesture of supporting the wall in discomfort, and then seemed to see some writing on the side.
"River of Silver Mirrors -" he whispered the first Chinese sentence in front of outsiders.
A few people glanced wherever he looked.
My attention was not on him, but mainly because I wanted to see if there was any unpopular ancient language on the wall.
And this group of mysterious characters seems to have dug a hole in the river embankment that is under tremendous pressure.
The colors and lines of "River of Silver Mirrors" burst out in the dark vision, and then Fan Ning experienced an unprecedented strange feeling——
He first felt that he was being sucked into the world of the painting, but the corresponding relationship between the two quickly changed. He became bigger from small, and the painting changed from large to small. In the end, it seemed that he had "sat" inside the painting!
"How is it to be compared to a man descending into a chariot? It is as if he were walking about a house, or ascending or descending a ladder, or making peace pure and joyful. Nothing hinders him. He ascends only by reciting the hidden mysteries.
It is above the intertwined miracles that the world is so beautiful and indescribable."
"Once in control of the chariot of the High Court, the servants of the throne will fear, fall down, tremble, and sing. The beloved of the radiance will be exalted, exalted, and lifted up to all ends of earth and sky.
To be continued...