Under the illumination of the lantern, the brass metal box in Fan Ning's hand glowed with a simple dark golden light. The surface was smooth, and no joints or gaps were visible.
Only one side has a circular scale ring with a pointer, an irregular gap in the middle, and a small black button next to it.
Seeing the gap, combined with the key symbol next to the light golden subtitle [135/100] in front of him, Fan Ning naturally took off the museum key from his neck, inserted it, and was just about to twist it——
The number 135 in the light golden subtitles in front of me flashed brighter.
"What is this?" Fan Ning stopped moving.
Dense black prompts suddenly appeared on this side of the box!
The layout is a bit confusing:
"Need to pass every tick"
"You can reset it after staying at the current scale for one day."
"After confirming, press hard"
"If the order is not correct, it will explode on its own."
Fan Ning was a little speechless.
Carolyn Van Ning, couldn't his father be more tolerant when leaving items, so confident in his son?
And there are so many messy prompts.
He observed the circular scale ring outside the pointer knob.
"Isn't this just a clock? With 12 marks, I can get an idea instantly and it takes much less time than before."
I have already summarized the information forms behind the fragments of the sound sequence before. One is the association direction caused by the absence of "C sharp", and the other is the "sequence", the order of the 12 tones.
The 11 tone sequence fragments were originally numbered, but after deciphering, the tonal arrangement of the pieces was chaotic.
Fan Ning began to recall:
"The first one is Beethoven's "Tempest Sonata" in D minor; the second one is Beethoven's "Dawn Sonata" in C major; the third one is Bach's "Goldberg Variations" in G major; the fourth one is Schuber's
Special "Piano Sonata No. 21" in B flat major"
Their disorder is:
D,C,G,B flat,A,B,E flat,G flat,E,F,A flat
The normal pitch sequence going up should be:
C,(no C sharp),D,E flat,E,F,G flat,G,A flat,A,B flat,B
Therefore, if the eleven fragments of the sound sequence are re-stacked in ascending order according to the actual pitch,
The order should be 3, (no 2), 1, 8, 11, 10, 12, 4, 7, 5, 6, 9!
Turn the knob in this order? Then press the confirmation button to open the box?
Fanning reads out the current position of the knob pointer.
The pointer is already pointing to 2 o'clock!
"This confirms my suspicion that the missing sequence 2 is C sharp. I don't need to worry about this position anymore."
He took a deep breath, reached out to hold the key, and slowly moved the pointer one click clockwise.
"Tingting tingting tingting tingting" made a fine and dense crisp sound continuously.
The hands are set to 3 o'clock.
Then dial two spaces counterclockwise.
"Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting"
Move the pointer to 1 o'clock.
Dial seven spaces clockwise.
"Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting"
The hands are set to 8 o'clock.
11 o'clock, 10 o'clock
Fan Ning operated carefully. The closer to completion, the faster his heart beat and the palms of his hands became slippery with cold sweat.
Finally, he put his finger on the button and his expression changed several times.
Press!
His fingers were shaking a bit and he couldn't press it down for a while.
It seems a little tight, no wonder it reminds you to use force.
"Can't you give me a few more chances to make mistakes? How can anyone else open the door? Why are you so careful?" Fan Ning suddenly became timid again and muttered as he took his finger away.
"The meaning should be like this, and the order should be like this."
"But I'm not sure whether it meets your old man's 'format requirements'."
"If you destroy the box, won't your treasure be lost???
"Forget it, you are not afraid that I will make a mistake, what should I be afraid of!!"
After thinking for a while, Fan Ning finally made up his mind and pushed the button in with his finger!
"Click!" A dry and dull voice.
Fan Ning noticed that black lines suddenly appeared on the surface of the brass box.
They crawled and spread, gradually taking over the smoothness with roughness and ruggedness, and then peeled off in large areas, and finally collapsed into a rectangular square of ashes.
"Hoo~" Fan Ning blew them away gently.
What appeared in front of him was a curled papyrus-like thing. It was dark brown and blackened in some places, making it look very old.
He brought the lantern closer and stretched out his fingers to smooth it out. It felt thick and rough to the touch.
There was a simple pattern on it, but because it was drawn in a ring formed by several arcs of varying lengths, Fan Ning felt that it was a mark or a symbol.
This symbol is four golden lines.
Looking at one line alone, the polyline is high and low, with chaotic ups and downs and no rules.
But four such similar but different fold lines are juxtaposed in parallel, forming a wonderful and mysterious sense of jaggedness.
"Like, four-part harmony in music writing?"
Moreover, they are not painted on it, but on the contrary, they are sunk below it.
A set of grooves with what symbol or imprint?
Fan Ning obviously has no idea of interpretation.
The only thing he feels now is that he is hiding too carefully!
To get it, you need to have the key to the art museum, have a large and familiar memory of classical music on Blue Star, be able to decipher the meaning of the fragments of the music series, be able to discover the special features of those paintings, be able to get the copper box, and be able to collect it.
When you get the mysterious text message guidance, you can use the subtitles with progress exceeding 100/100 to activate the small text prompts, and it is successfully opened in one go.
To be honest, Fan Ning felt that when setting the conditions, as long as one or two were met, it would be enough to ensure that he was the one who finally got the papyrus.
Such a huge effort only shows that the person who placed the papyrus would rather delay himself for a longer time. Even if he cannot get it for a year and a half, he will never let this papyrus fall into the hands of others, even if there is even a trace of it.
risk!
Fan Ning rolled it up, his hands shaking a little when he thought of this.
Carefully put it into the inner pocket of the windbreaker and pat it a few times.
The light of the lantern was already very weak, and the large tallow candle was almost burnt out.
He took out his pocket watch and the time read 7:40 pm.
Unexpectedly, I have been in the art museum for nearly six hours.
Summarize what I have gained: the interpretation of the dream at the end of the corridor, the decipherment of the audio fragments, my father's work files, the "Dream Man" incident file, and the papyrus with symbols. At this point, the exploration should have come to an end, and I can almost leave.
But the museum key itself... I still don't understand it.
Then, Fan Ning frowned as he looked at the open fan-shaped secret grid.
How do you restore this thing?
It wouldn't be good to leave it like this. I might be stared at if I come here.
He first tried pushing and pulling, but it didn't move.
Later, I tried to take down the "Moonlight Night on the Dnieper River" from the second position, but there was no movement, and hung it back to "Twilight and Wall on the Mountain Top", and there was no movement either.
Finally, Fan Ning thought for a moment and made a decision.
He took out the tallow candle from the lantern, found an empty ceramic floor, and lit the stack of documents.
The dim room was illuminated by the flames, and with a slight "sizzling" sound, the shadows of various objects on the walls of the room kept jumping.
There were a lot of documents, and it took a while to burn them. Fan Ning did not dare to leave early. If he accidentally ignited other items, it would be a big mistake.
He watched the files and files gradually curl up and turn black under the lick of flames, completely turning into thin flakes of dust.
When I put the lantern back on, only the last centimeter of the tallow candle was burning.
Fan Ning walked out of the door and walked down the steps to the first floor step by step.
The faint rancid smell appeared in the air again, and he couldn't help but look at the dark place in the direction of the mobile exhibition hall a few more times.
In front of the brass lock of the door, he was just about to insert the key around his neck into the lock, when he suddenly hesitated.
To be cautious, he returned to the second floor and brought down an oil painting.
"Well, I came to the art gallery to look for auction items, so I brought some things out."
When he turned the key in the copper lock, the candle burned out and the light of the lantern on the ground completely disappeared.
“crunchy”
A heavy and heart-wrenching sound sounded. Except for the scattered lights in the distance, the brightness outside the door was no different from that inside.
He held the painting in one hand, pushed the extinguished lantern inside with his foot, locked the door, and walked straight out of the courtyard with the painting in his arms.
The lights in the alley are flickering, and there are many people returning home.
It was the time when industrial workers were off work, so it was even more lively when they left than when they came.
Fan Ning always looked forward, never looking back, and turned a deaf ear to things on both sides until he stepped onto the street of Letchi.
However, I don’t know if it comes from previous rational analysis or from my own perceptual intuition.