Chapter 38 Entering the secret door (4K two-in-one)
This extremely rare hot situation on the ticket opening day has made all large and small media watch out for it.
At around ten o'clock, the ticket hall was surrounded by people carrying large and small bags and equipment - the media who made various negative comments in the report last night were among them, and the one at the front was
Macaulay, editor-in-chief of The Bustle, predicted that the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra would be last at the box office.
It is inevitable that the article that has been circulated will be slapped in the face, but is it slapped in the face... Why is it so important to be the first to attract attention?
Comparing the changes before and after, it can be seen that those leading art media had restrained their speech before and behaved steadily thereafter, which indeed showed their self-cultivation and grace.
At 10:30, there was an uneasy commotion among the music fans who were still queuing, especially those in the middle and back seats, and several unpleasant quarrels occurred.
The concert hall sent staff to the back of the queue and began to ask fans about their ticket purchase needs. They regretfully informed the fans who wanted to buy tickets for this concert that waiting any longer might be a pointless wait.
Even so, these people are disappointed and are still asking for news about the pre-sale of the record.
At eleven o'clock, three temporary queuing channels were added in the concert hall again, with seven lines of queues joining together, speeding up digestion again.
The time is fixed at 11:40 am on August 1st.
For this Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra concert, which had 21 days of ticket sales, all 2,760 seats were sold out within half a day on the ticket opening date!
From this moment on, the scene returned to its normal appearance in previous years: small queues occasionally formed, but generally scattered.
The news spread very quickly. An hour later, there was a sudden "bang bang bang" knock on the door of Professor Commons' office.
The sound was loud and urgent, and there seemed to be more than one urging voice to "open the door quickly."
Who is so loud? The old professor locked the door himself and raised his head from the sea of books, with surprise and impatience on his face.
The orchestra is now in the process of preparing for personnel changes, including the calculation of assessment results, the inclusion of new members, the exchange of regular members and substitute members, the cooperation of soloists in concerto performances, the appointment and dismissal of vocal principals, and all kinds of favors coming to your door.
, there are students, parents of students, acquaintances and friends, and some friends who have said hello to other professors in the conservatory.
No matter what kind of event, the number of places for the orchestra is only double digits every year. Compared with the number of people in the entire university, it is indeed a very valuable practical experience.
Students with adequate skills are fine, but more people who want to join are those who are not music majors or are half-hearted students majoring in music. For example, a student who just sent away a relationship student played all the violin notes in the piano.
I want to perform a concerto with the orchestra at a certain school event, which is very annoying.
According to the old professor's spicy style when he was young, this cooperation proposal is like using good seasonings and superb cooking skills to encourage yourself to stew shit.
Things are even more subtle when it comes to the principal position. After the old students graduated, most of the positions were vacant, but the performances could not be interrupted, so many musicians who used to be second in line were temporarily seated in front of them. This does not mean that it is a formal appointment, but it is a person.
Once you have a sense of gain, taking it away is almost life-threatening. Several temporary chiefs are dissatisfied, but they don't know how to deal with it.
And... Regarding the art festival performance, although a radical solution was finally reached, when the pressure from public opinion in the art world came, it was a different story.
With various complicated emotions, Commons frowned and stood up to open the door.
As soon as the door handle was opened, he found a dozen people standing in the corridor.
"Mr. Principal?"
Headed by Sternikei and Huxley, there were also several familiar professors with excited expressions.
"Where's Carolyn Van Ning?" Principal Sternikai asked.
"Sold out! Mr. Director! Sold out!" Vice Principal Huxley rolled up a pile of newspapers and slapped his other palm.
"What's sold out?" Commons saw Principal Sternikai no more than three times a year. Seeing that he was here today, he had a vague premonition, but he couldn't believe it.
Didn’t the tickets just open today?
Commons had long been prepared to check the sales progress every night for twenty days in a row.
"Concert tickets! Sold out!"
"Tickets sold out!?"
"Sold out!"
"immediately?"
"Now!" The conversation between the two gradually fragmented and repeated.
“All the VIP tickets are sold out?”
"All the tickets for distinguished guests are sold out!!" Huxley grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Where is Caron? He doesn't know yet? Go tell him quickly!"
"Oh, yes, he should be rehearsing right now." Commons quickly checked the time, "He usually ends at around one o'clock every day. Come on, I'll take everyone there."
To get from the office here to the rehearsal hall, you need to go down three floors and go around a corridor. More than a dozen people rushed there in a hurry. After a minute, Professor Commons opened the door: "Professor Fan Ning, the students are taking a rest.
Woolen cloth?"
The lights were bright and it was empty. Only Kaplan, the assistant conductor, was sitting in front of the piano and engrossed in writing something, leaving everyone with a thin hair on the back of his head.
Professor Commons felt that he was dazzled, so he took off his thick glass glasses, took out his handkerchief to wipe it and put it on again: "Where are the people? Why is there no one there?"
"No one is there?..." Kaplan stood up quickly, his tone a little unconfident, "I...I'm here."
"Where are the others? Caroln is not here today?" Sternikai asked.
"Principal...he ended the rehearsal early today and dismissed everyone at ten o'clock."
Everyone looked at each other.
Does he know what is going on on the day of today's ticket opening?
"What happened? Is it intentional? I can't understand this guy's behavior more and more." Huxley said with a bitter smile.
Fan Ning was indeed not very clear about the situation. When the show ended at ten o'clock, the media from the Imperial Capital had just arrived at the ticketing site.
At this moment, he, Sheeran, and Joan were standing in the installation art circular exhibition hall of the Turner Art Museum.
The air was once again filled with a stench, the plaster and wall bricks had been smashed open again, and the black and old door had been opened, hanging in the mid-air on the mezzanine of the wall.
Joan re-arranged the isolation ritual with the room as the boundary. The invisible inspiration barrier appeared as a purple circle under the spiritual sense, and condensed into a thick shell on the doors and windows - it was unrealistic to explore that absolute confidentiality was
Yes, this may not stop the knowledgeable people who are prepared, but it is enough to stop the ignorant and prevent them from noticing that there is something strange in this room.
In more than a month, the three of them discussed this matter countless times, and many of the specific and detailed discussion processes have been lost count.
Although the tone of each discussion was to speculate based on the newly gained information and rationally weigh the risks, everyone later discovered that the rational discussion was just to convince themselves to satisfy their curiosity and thirst for knowledge.
Sheeran pointed this out twice, and Fan Ning also pointed it out twice, but the result was nothing more than pushing the progress into the next rational discussion cycle.
At this moment today, the three of them are standing here with full self-awareness: they no longer deny the deep-seated motivation for seeking knowledge, and at the same time, they also confirm that the current preparations are sufficient, and that mutual care can reduce many risks.
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Perhaps this is what Fan Ning felt when he was investigating the deeds of Vienne: the auspicious light hidden behind the history of the secret door is as fascinating as the smell of precious old red wine hidden in the cellar.
All three of them were carrying bags, and Fan Ning was also carrying a specially treated crowbar that was highly practical in underground exploration.
He supported the passage wall with his hands, jumped up first, pulled the two of them up, and then closed the secret door from the inside.
Next to it is the wellhead. At this time, everyone is crowded in the two-meter-long passage behind the door, which is neither wide nor narrow. They once again count the items brought in the packages for this trip, including kettles, candies, candles, lantern boxes, and binoculars.
Sample bag, flashlight and noose etc.
Sheeran took out two more black small boxes. The items in the first small box were dark discs as big as half a palm. Under the light of the flashlight, you could see three bubble-like things near the center of the circle.
It slowly appears and then breaks and disappears, and so on.
Ritual vessel "Alert Record": About ten years ago, a record collector in Uvranser suffered a cardiac arrest due to extreme fright. When the Guidance School searched his home, they peeled off this small piece from the interlayer of a normal record.
The disk can display signs of life with extraordinary factors surrounding it, which brings a certain degree of practical risk warning. However, after being exposed to it too frequently, a person's frightened threshold will gradually decrease to an incomprehensible level. The former owner
The reason why I was scared to death was because my cat accidentally broke a coffee cup.
The second small box contained a bundle of scroll paintings that looked like they had been gathered together. The scrolls were as black as lacquer, and the back of the cloth was dense purple.
Ritual vessel "Consecration Curtain": The Guidance School has its own inventory. It is said that in a certain period of withered history, it has hindered the passage of a certain high-level existence in various senses. After reading the appropriate secret message,
It can create a plane and temporarily cut off all conceptual and substantive interactions on both sides. In the records of previous years, some users rarely encountered some incomprehensible connection and interaction events later, which seemed to be a kind of reaction.
directional influence.
Several people discussed the strategy of going down the well. Due to the existence of the escalator on the well wall, ropes and other equipment were not needed. In order to prevent them from being separated after encountering some accidents, the three of them decided to go down together without having to separate one person to guard the top.
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Today, the two little girls put on long clothes and trousers that are more convenient for movement. Fan Ning blew out the candle, put it back in his pocket, and was the first to climb down the escalator so that he could deal with the unknown space below immediately. Qiong was in
In the middle, Hiram is on top.
These escalators are not ladders connected together in the real sense. They are just many U-shaped "railings" embedded in the walls of the well. They can be stepped on with feet or held with hands. The material feels somewhere between metal and wood.
A section of darkness extends below.
The soles of the three people's shoes kept making the sound of stepping on the railing. When Sheeran's hair at the top disappeared from the well mouth, Fan Ning had already descended to a depth of more than five meters. At this time, he felt that the hot temperature had cooled down a little.
The downward climb continues. The escalator feels cold and smooth to the touch. There is no other greasy and dirty dirt, only a layer of fine dust has accumulated on my hands.
During this period, Fan Ning also reached out and touched the well wall. From the crack texture, he could confirm that it was made of stone bricks, but there was no moss or anything like that, and it was not damp at all. This made Fan Ning feel that the shape of the well was
The cylindrical space does not look like a well in the true functional sense.
The endless darkness under his feet made Fan Ning's heart beat a little faster. It was obviously a very stable escalator, without any swaying, and the physical exertion was not great. However, every time Fan Ning stepped down a step, he couldn't help but move his hands up the largest escalator.
The grip was strong, as if he was afraid that something below would pull him down.
But at least from a spiritual perspective, there is currently neither abnormal perception nor danger warning.
"I just seemed to hear that sound again." Qiong suddenly said during the climb.
"Voice?" Fan Ning's hands and feet didn't stop, and the echoes of the two people's conversation overlapped in this narrow space.
"I heard it too..." Sheeran at the top said, "On the day of the graduation ceremony, before we discovered the existence of the secret door, we heard the sound while staying in the activity hall on the first floor."
Fan Ning remembered: "It's like a dense sound made by some kind of sharp object? It's strange, I haven't heard it before, and I still haven't heard it now."
Is there any difference between Xilan and Qiong? Or is this a polluting gibberish emanating from an unknown existence, blocked by some of his own characteristics?
"As soon as you feel something is wrong, you must speak up immediately." Fan Ning reminded.
"I understand... I haven't noticed it yet. I feel like it has always been just noise."
As we went down, the odor remained strong, but there was no sense of shortness of breath. This indicated that there was either a vent somewhere, or that the space was large enough to consume the oxygen of three people in a short period of time.
To a negligible extent, there are no other sources of biological consumption or pollution.
The temperature is obviously getting colder and colder. It used to be a bit stuffy for the people who were wearing tight clothes, and their skin was sweating a lot. But now the moisture has evaporated, and the body feels dry and cool, making people feel the feeling of autumn in advance.
This is not surprising. In a place similar to a basement structure, it is normal for the temperature difference to exceed ten degrees. However, Fan Ning felt that the well seemed a bit too deep. He kept counting the steps of the escalator on the well wall.
It is now level 610. According to the distribution density of level one of about half a meter, the location where the three of them are currently is already 300 meters deep.
"Caron, why did you stop?" After passing dozens of steps, Joan accidentally stepped on Fan Ning's hand that was on the escalator.
"There is something on the wall of the well here." Fan Ning said.
Between the two bricks on his left hand side, a twisted bronze-like object protruded.
Above her head, Qiong squatted down, and after shining a flashlight up, she could see that it was in the shape of a groove.
"Candlestick?" Fan Ning saw that the bronze hollow floral decoration around the groove was very complicated, stacked up unevenly in layers, and some places were stained with red or white marks - because people's subconscious mind will distinguish the protruding parts of the object.
Thinking about the combination of facial features, this looks like an expressionless face composed of red eyes, red nose, and white lips.
What kind of weird aesthetic style? Fan Ning couldn't figure it out, but he still said loudly: "Qiong, turn off the flashlight, the use time of this thing is too short."
He hooked his arm on the escalator and groped behind with his other hand. He took out one of the more than twenty tallow candles and put it into the groove. The temperature slowly reversed and the wick flame ignited.
After walking down the dark vertical passage for a long time, even though Fan Ning's spiritual sense was strong, his vision was a bit depressing. After a candle was placed on the wall, the light slightly alleviated this discomfort.
After the candles were lit, Joan spoke the next moment:
"Caron, there seems to be something behind you."
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