Qiong turned around and took a step forward, as if she wanted to take a closer look at what was happening to these people or lend a helping hand, but Fan Ning immediately grabbed her.
Amidst strange and high-pitched murmurs, everyone just watched as the bodies of the six people gradually "sinked" into the floor tiles, walls and ceiling in a direction that completely violated the laws of gravity.
"Compared to the previous floors, this place presents horrifying immediate dangers."
Just a few breaths after stepping through the door, he saw such a horrifying thing from his companions, and Roy frowned deeply.
However, why did the accident only happen to six small town residents?
Because they have already experienced the dawn of the next day, the bad luck of hidden illness has already arrived? Or... another difference, they are all ignorant?
What made her even more uneasy was that she recalled some kind of absurd and inexplicable familiarity from the manifestations of the six people's changes. She couldn't even tell where this familiarity came from. It was like the same thing.
As if it has happened to me before or will happen soon.
Vasius watched the whole process calmly and showed a thoughtful expression.
This place is closer to the location described in the intelligence.
He opened the cover of his pocket watch. If Fan Ning looked closer at this time, he could see the slightly raised lamp-shaped relief decoration on the dial, and... While everyone's pocket watches were malfunctioning, Wasius's watch was
It presents a completely different phenomenon.
Its hands do not rotate counterclockwise at a medium speed, but the hour, minute, and second hands overlap together. No matter how Vasius moves in circles, the pointing direction does not change.
He stepped forward and walked deeper into the corridor paved with stone bricks.
There is no other direction to choose from here, and there is no retreat. Fan Ning and his party have no other choice but to follow.
...How come this place...is built exactly like the underground building in the deep well? As he observed along the way, Fan Ning became more and more confused.
Could it be said that there really is a mystical connection between the "hidden lamp" and the "fountain in the painting" similar to that between "contemplation of death" and "flow"?
There are also huge picture frames hanging on both sides of this place, but the light feels strange. Until now, Fan Ning has not found any obvious light sources such as light bulbs or candles in the corridor, but there is always a pale and low visibility in the field of vision.
, which means that the content in the frame is not the colorful abstract impasto painting before, but large and small groups of black and white gray lines and shapes.
A... colorless underground building?
Several people came to a relatively spacious place, which seemed to be a connecting hall. In addition to the corridor they came from, there were also branch roads in three other directions.
"Carolen..." Sheeran called out softly. Fan Ning turned to look at her, then followed her eyes and looked at the middle position in front, and then understood why her expression was a little weird.
Under the candlestick hanging from the ceiling is a huge sink-like object made of cement!
...Is it impossible? Could it be that this trip to the imperial capital has gone full circle and brought me back behind the secret door of the Turner Museum of Art?
He stepped forward to investigate in surprise, but he did not see the turbid gray liquid that he remembered as being used to wash oil paints.
The water tank is empty, and its depth far exceeds the height outside. Looking down along the pale and dim light environment, there is a pitch-black nothingness underneath.
There were no futons used for worship scattered around.
There is no trace of the suspected sacrifice to the "Fountain in the Painting" here... Fan Ning vaguely grasped a certain key point.
But since this is somewhere similar to the underground building behind the secret door, he has a reasonable explanation for the terrifying encounters of the town residents after entering: Perhaps this is also a mixed zone of world representation and will, and these ignorant and under-inspired people
Or, you can't stay awake in a dream... So, you fell out of Yiyong?
But where they will wake up is probably an unknown question. Maybe they will become secretive and disappear from this world completely.
Vasius glanced at the pocket watch in his hand again and took steps towards the fork on the right.
Is that thing pointing in a certain direction? Fan Ning knows clearly, if this is really another "Alchemist Association test site" that is exactly the same, except that it is slightly larger, it does not have an overly complicated structure, even if it is detoured in other directions,
Can go back around.
Of course, time is tight now, so it would be better not to repeat the same path.
Sure enough, after passing through these colorless galleries, I saw a row of seven stone doors on the wide wall, and a larger circular building after going up the steps.
As before, there are many rooms inside, and the outer layer is a circle of curved corridors. Windows and "colorless abstract paintings" appear alternately on the outer walls, and the night is outside the turbid yellowed glass.
Vasius stared at the direction of his pocket watch and walked through the connected rooms.
Compared to the previously full testing site, there was still nothing here. The surroundings of the room were empty. Fan Ning saw neither patterns nor drawings, nor did he see stacked bottles or various instruments, not even those left for everyone.
There are no weird dolls, statues, or specimens that cause psychological shadow.
"Follow closely." Vasius began to urge him as he turned too many U-turns.
"Don't worry, think about the direction slowly. This place is too strange. Everyone's safety depends on you." Fan Ning joked deliberately and casually.
In fact, he began to feel a little anxious inside.
Maybe it's still about half an hour before dawn.
He found no sign of escape, nor did he know what Vasius was planning to do.
In Fan Ning's mind, the only way to check and balance Vasius was the No. 2 visitor exhibition number plate that she pretended to have given to him accidentally.
There are a total of 12 note names in music. Mr. F stipulated that the number of visitors at one time must be 12, and the exchange of number plates is prohibited after the allocation method is determined, which means that they are bound to the 12 visitors in a sense.
There are only 11 fragments of the sound series... Mr. F also reminded that one person will disappear as a "ticket".
From the perspective of the tonal distribution of the fragments of the sound sequence, the "non-existent note name" is exactly the tonality missing in the fragments, with "C sharp" as the main tone, that is, do with a semitone sharp.
Its order among the 12 tone names is No. 2.
But the fact is that Vasius is still alive and kicking in front of him.
Fan Ning still believed in his own judgment. The person holding the No. 2 card could not disappear as soon as he entered. It must have required a certain condition to be met, or a trigger that had a mystical connection with it to be triggered.
For example...the connection between C sharp and the alias "Moonlight" of Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 14 in C sharp minor"?
When I first visited the art museum the next day, I was able to find the moving signpost of "Endless Fugue" left by my father in the office. It was precisely because the second painting in the row of paintings hanging in the office, "Twilight and Wall on the Mountain Top",
Replaced with "Moonlight on the Dnieper River".
Ever since Fan Ning handed out the number plates and stepped into the stairwell at the back of the hall, he has been paying attention to whether there is anything related to "sunset and moonrise".
Even if it is an indirect or even far-fetched connection, he is confident in his ability to associate.
But there is nothing here. Moonlight? Even the night sky outside the window is pitch black.
This feeling of being empty along the way made him uneasy. He really needed to see something, even if it was something scary and weird, because he needed clues. Without information, there would be no clues.
But the only thing that exists is the pale white color that is balanced everywhere, dim, boring, and with no light source.
It seems that it is not the light of the building that is like this, but the whole world.
Vasius stopped in front of a door.
Judging from the connection between the surrounding walls and other rooms, this place was very large. Fan Ning immediately thought of the three people who visited the underground building. The room was splashed with colorful paint on all sides and contained the "Okegon Codex".
Room.
But based on what he had seen along the way, he could not tell whether the location here corresponded to the previous one without those landmarks.
Vasius pushed open the door and came face to face with a deer head swinging in the air, with hollow eyes and a ferocious expression.
The people following behind were so frightened by the thing that suddenly broke into their field of vision that their pupils shrank.
After Fan Ning saw it clearly, he realized that the deer head was just hung by a rope from the ceiling, something like a doll.
Then he saw many inexplicably familiar objects, and experienced another inexplicable sense of familiarity.
This is a room nearly half the size of a basketball court, with long and narrow windows on one side, and various sculptures and specimens placed or hung on the other three sides. There are large sculptures of ligers, bears, and elephants, as well as smaller ones.
There are specimens of birds and insects, and various animal dolls are hung on ropes from the ceiling, just like hanging corpses. The deer head in the front is just one of them, and the cat and dog dolls are closely followed.
In the center of the floor, facing the direction of everyone, there was a line of characters written in bright red paint with teeth and claws:
"No random destruction of objects!!"
In a bleak environment that is almost colorless everywhere, the blood-like handwriting is shocking.
...Is this...is this a zoo? Everyone is puzzled by this weird scene.
...No animals allowed? Fan Ning remembered another reminder from Mr. F.
"This damn place..." Vasius muttered and began to circle around the room, as if looking for something.
He was obviously very wary of the blood-red fonts on the ground, and carefully avoided the hanging animal dolls for fear of breaking them.
After a few minutes, Fan Ning, who had no idea that this place had anything to do with "sunset and moonrise", felt uneasy again. He even felt that the sky outside the window was about to turn white.
"Can you find an exit?" Fan Ning once again deliberately used an impatient tone to test, "...pretending to 'know the inside story', but from the beginning to the end, I didn't see you making a substantial contribution to getting out of trouble, you If it doesn't work, I'll look for it somewhere else by myself, we don't want to be left in this hellish place with you."
Vasius stared at the pocket watch in trance and ignored Fan Ning.
...Calm down and think about it carefully. Fan Ning took a deep breath.
Although he said this to Vasius, in fact, if you want to find the trigger that triggers plate No. 2, this may be the only room where 'things' exist, and it really fulfills what he thought before, "even if it's weird and scary. ”.
Let’s go back to the question that came up when we just entered the door...
Besides having seen these dolls before, why do I have another inexplicable feeling of familiarity?
What is it? I have never been here before. Fan Ning's brain was recalling at a rapid speed, but for some reason, he seemed to be always "distracted".
As soon as I think about this question, my mind is filled with the "questioning motive" in the introduction of the single-movement symphonic poem I conceived - "Funeral March in C Minor".
A rough and chilling double bass fragment separated by rests...
Broken forms, wandering and sweeping under the shadows, black light shining with sharp aura...
The interspersed combination of extreme stillness and extreme movement creates an artistic conception full of intimidation and questioning...
A sudden burst of inspiration, a scrawled manuscript drawn with a pen - the head of the sign is not rounded, and the tail of the sign has long and sticky ink lines...
With a little deeper imagination, the air in front of Fan Ning seemed to twist and reorganize, and paper pieces flying like snowflakes appeared all over the sky.
"Sheeran...why did I just feel that the strings hanging the dolls were moving on their own?" Qiong suddenly said in surprise.
"Don't talk nonsense, just hallucinate." Sheeran said.
"Come here and help move things." Vasius suddenly put his arm on Fan Ning's shoulder.
He turned around and looked, only to see black and white threads of inspiration floating to another place - he was standing next to a huge turtle statue.
"Don't risk your life and damage it. I don't want to risk my life with you to pay for it." Fan Ning curled his lips, but considering that Vasius might have discovered something, he still walked over.
"Little girls, don't watch the show. This thing is not light, so hurry up."
Several people stood and squatted, and finally slowly moved the statue a short distance away.
The turtle statue attached to the base was placed sideways and occupied a considerable area. As it was moved away, a small, plain white stone door appeared on the wall.
In the dim light, you can see that there is a fine arched door gap between it and the surrounding walls, but the strange thing is that there is no handle or other decorations on the door, it is completely bare.
"That's it." Vasius finally showed a satisfied look, "Miss Nehemiah, come here, do as I say, put your hands on it first."
"Me?" Joan said in disbelief, then shrank back, "I, I, I don't dare, what are you going to do? Are you trying to sacrifice me?"
Fan Ning took a step forward and stared at Vasius: "Can you speak clearly first?"
Vasius unhurriedly loaded the black pistol in his hand. This action caused everyone to take a few steps back and pick up various firearms or curse seals.
"This place is not suitable for action." Vasius stroked the gun body, "Frankly speaking, your high-level 'Fierce Sun Guidance' combined with the light of first acquaintance poses a certain threat to me, and the spiritual lock is difficult to escape... But the problem is
, my head is just a doll, right?"
He removed the loaded chamber again: "I'm not sure about shooting in this damn place. Please cooperate. I need Miss Nehemiah to help me open this door, and then I will use it to take you out...
"As he spoke, he swung his pocket watch again, "After finishing the business, let's go to the Special Inspection Hall to chat slowly..."
Fan Ning stared at him and considered.
In fact, he was desperately thinking about how to trigger the trigger on No. 2.
Go back to the Special Patrol Hall and chat with him slowly? Are you kidding me?
Fan Ning felt that his brain was spinning as fast as a centrifuge, and his brain was almost being thrown out.
...C sharp? Moonlight? So what does it have to do with these animals?
Is there anything related to "sunset and moonrise" here? Nothing!!
After a dozen breaths, he looked at the skyline outside the far side window again.
The white fish belly seems to be showing some signs.