“Shouldn’t my phone’s battery be exhausted a long time ago?”
Although it was dark and midnight and there was no one near the campus, Fan Ning still gave up his habit of taking out his cell phone.
While walking quickly back to the hotel, he probably figured out why his phone suddenly turned on.
"Tower Builder" means boundaries, dynamics and changes. Lightning and energy are its common symbolic meanings. The abstract meaning of "key" also contains lightning.
It was probably because after I entered the "Spark Field" of the secret dream realm, some kind of echo from it automatically charged up the battery of my phone.
Although it is not an unexpected direction, it just saves the energy of making a hand-operated generator by yourself.
He was still involved in the dispute about the wreckage collected by the Special Patrol Office, and there was unknown contamination in the "old days". These two ominous things that he suddenly learned about made Fan Ning feel gloomy, but his attention was temporarily partly occupied by the mobile phone in his pocket.
Moved away.
"Hi, you're back." As soon as Fan Ning entered the hotel, she heard Sheeran's voice coming from the other side of the lobby.
Fan Ning, who was originally going to book a room at the front desk, had to follow the sound and found a girl in a nightgown leaning on the sofa in the corner looking at him, with a music magazine spread out on her lap.
"Didn't you get under the quilt?" Fan Ning calmed down a little and sat down next to her.
"I was not sleeping deeply at first, but around one o'clock in the morning, Lawyer Monroe called again. Now I couldn't sleep at all. I thought I would wait for you to come back and check the situation." She responded with a smile at first, but gradually
Still, he keenly caught Fan Ning's strangeness. While explaining, his dark eyes began to carefully examine Fan Ning's expression.
"What about the Golden Langnia Watch Factory and the Langevni Pigment Factory?" Fan Ning looked at her nonchalantly and asked.
In his expectation, Salman would have signed the work arrangement drafted by his right-hand deputy "Vasius" before his vacation. The mysterious security affairs of such a large industrial city also included the daily operations of the Special Patrol Office.
There were many transactions of people, property and official documents. There were so many signatures in Salman's hand. Fanning alone handed over more than ten new ones that day. The matter of Stanley and Julius was not considered a major matter.
Sheeran said "hmm", closed the music magazine and handed it back to the wooden shelf next to the armrest of the sofa: "Sure enough, the key to this kind of cases involving big business owners and factory owners lies in the attitude of the Special Patrol Office. In the previous labor cases
When the news first broke, we had done so much work, especially the old lady from Hamilton who was running around all the time. Monroe worked overtime almost to the point of depression, but each family of the deceased was only compensated a few dozen pounds. Stanley was still sitting at home.
Count the money."
Fan Ning nodded slightly: "It is also related to the fact that our subsequent investigation revealed more evidence of evil names. Even without this operation, the Guidance School can exert greater pressure. How is that guy now?"
"Already squatting at the police security station." Sheeran said, "The investigation tips you gave are very detailed, and you also directly pointed out that the eldest daughter of the family died suddenly after coming into contact with the evil organization. And more importantly, this is a special patrol.
The official document of the Ufranser branch of the hall included both the draft signature of the No. 2 person and the issuance signature of the No. 1 person. It was very efficient. In the evening, Dupont, Monroe, Cyndia, and two special patrol officers
Investigators from the department, two teams of police security bureau personnel, a total of five knowledgeable people and more than 30 police officers were dispatched."
"Your guess is very accurate. When investigating the source of the pigments in the Llangevni Workhouse, they followed your instructions and ordered the production team leader to turn off the blower with plant aroma on the spot. As a result, those with knowledge noticed something if
If there was no smell, I followed the source and found a hidden transportation pipeline."
"Transportation pipeline?"
Fan Ning's initial expectation was that they had built some kind of secret compartment, tunnel or basement to collect or pre-process the transformed human body, but from the name, it seemed like a large-scale long-distance project?
"The existence of this pipeline is very rare. Initially, they found several deep holes under inconspicuous corners. The diameter of these deep holes was very small and people could not enter. The transformed human tissues flowed out of them. Later,
They also found a cave similar to an 'operating table' in the cave around the almshouse. Through the gap at the back of the cave, they could vaguely sense that there was a huge and deep space below."
"After preliminary perception, the transportation pipeline roughly runs east-west. The workhouse is neither the starting point nor the end point, and its transportation power comes from some extraordinary factors. It can be operated by using the radiant spirit liquid and the activation secret. This shows that
This set of underground projects has existed for a long time, and it cannot be built by Stanley, Julius or 'Experience Officer' Eroff by organizing a group of two or three illegal offenders and a group of hired workers."
"East-west direction? Isn't it to the east the Meklen area of Uvranser, and to the west isn't Fort Santalan, which is at our feet now?" Fan Ning, who is already the head of the branch, chewed on the key words in the progress of the investigation team, "
Why do the stench, transmutation of pigments, extremely deep spaces, and cracks in caves seem to have many familiar elements the more I listen to them?”
"The report is over, President Fan Ning." Xilan sat a little closer and looked at him sideways, "So, you were not in the right mood just now. Did anything bad happen to you?"
The faint fragrance lingered around him, and Fan Ning's eyes intertwined with the girl's concerned eyes.
I have endured the pressure of being polluted at the personal level of the Lord of Witnesses alone, and endured the threat of investigation from an existence like Pogorelic, the director of the Special Patrol Department, without any psychological burden at all.
There may be a few people who can easily achieve the above description, such as the Chosen One in most of the novels I have read in my previous life.
But Fan Ning's essence has always been just a conceited, melancholic and sensitive artist, or an "art lover" in his previous life. Perhaps the only benefit this kind of personality brings is that he can write good music, play the piano well, and perform well.
A good band, nothing else can be considered an advantage.
My usual rational, calm or courteous way of doing things is a state that needs to be "deliberately maintained", unlike some people who can freely express themselves and enjoy it.
Faced with Sheeran, who had accompanied him throughout his entire public school career, worked closely with him after graduation, and experienced many life and death crises together, Fan Ning's psychological burden instinctively turned into a subtle sense of comfort and confiding at the first moment.
want.
He carefully organized some words in his mind, but he felt that it didn't work, so he was naturally silent for a while.
However, he thought he could at least ask her indirectly if she felt she was contaminated, so he suddenly had a short circuit in his mind and asked an unclear question: "What do you think of me as a person?"
"Ah?" The girl was caught off guard and covered her mouth, "You? Me"
"Well, I mean, do you think there's anything strange about me recently?" Fan Ning quickly corrected his sentence.
Logically speaking, most hidden pollution is caused by unawareness, but bystanders, especially those who are more familiar with it, may be able to see some signs.
"You're acting weird today." Various thoughts flashed through the little girl's mind, and her voice was inexplicably slightly annoyed.
But then she saw Fan Ning's apologetic face with a wry smile, and remembered his depressed look before, so she softened her voice and sat closer again: "I was joking."
“The night we attended Dean Gould’s New Year’s concert last year, you told me that after establishing the symphony orchestra, you would select a group of young people from working-class families and civilian schools to train. What were your considerations?
There seems to be no connection with your plan to hire musicians with high salaries."
Sheeran changed the question to Fan Ning's favorite music topic and wanted to chat with him for a while longer.
"We have this consideration," Fanning said. "Stanley has been arrested and the nature of the labor case has been clarified. This plan will be carried out when Attorney Monroe and Ms. Hamilton and I visit the laborers to finalize compensation."
"Now its plan is clearer. This group of young people will be used to form the affiliated chorus and affiliated 'Youth Symphony Orchestra' of the professional symphony orchestra. They will have independent training and performance systems, and they will also have a relatively different system from the upper class.
The audience class of society, including pricing, repertoire and concepts, is a crucial and indispensable part of my music career concept. I call it 'art popularization'."
"A great, great idea." Sheeran listened attentively: "Actually, since I have known you, you have been submitting matters about the symphony orchestra. Of course, in the past, it was more purely ideal, pompous or joking.
It usually happens when my father fails to perform or is treated unfairly, but now it has really become a reality immediately. I think now I can plan the training and performance plan in detail, as well as pricing, management, media promotion, and record recording plans."
"It's too late, let's discuss it another day." Fan Ning looked at the clock on the wall of the lobby.
"Okay, I forgot that you haven't rested for too long." The girl blinked.
"Well, we will still get up early tomorrow to 'visit' Qiong's work. We can bring out some practical echoes from the migration tonight in case we need it. Now, let's go to bed first."
The two of them went upstairs and walked through the corridor. It was only when Sheeran started looking for the room key in her small bag that Fan Ning, who was following behind, said "Ah": "I didn't book a room."
Xilan turned around and saw that Fan Ning had strode back, leaving only his back: "After entering the lobby, I first prepared to go to the front desk, but then I completely forgot about it."
A few minutes later, Fan Ning returned here with the key to the adjacent guest room and saw her still standing there handsomely: "Sheeran, why don't you go in?"
The girl approached and reached out to gently touch Fan Ning's hair.
"As we talked about last night, you should have gone through a process from excitement to decline to dangerous tension, or from purely focusing on art to withdrawing from complex disputes, so your recent mental state is indeed not as good as before.
I think I just need to take a good rest."
"Who did you learn this from?" Fan Ning finally smiled.
"Of course I will follow you." Sheeran looked at each other and smiled, "So if you have other unpleasant things, you can also share them with me."
"The reason you mentioned is one of the reasons." Fan Ning said, "In addition, there was a dream revelation test over there just now. Since the knowledge involved is of a higher level, the complexion should be caused by exhaustion of inspiration and exposure to transcendental scenes.
Other than that, there are no other big problems.”
"I can also wait for you." Xilan's eyes rolled darkly.
"You think, if there is any big problem, I should be treated or purified now by the three profound practitioners of the school." Fan Ning blinked before imitating her.
"That's right, good night then." She took a deep look at Fan Ning again.
"Good night." After the two of them closed the door, Fan Ning looked in the direction of the girl's room through the door and was in a daze.
Did she realize there was something wrong with me? Something she didn't know she was aware of.
"Sheeran, I'm sorry. I have thought about it very seriously, but at the moment I really don't know where to start, and I don't know whether it will be good or bad for you or me, or whether it has substantial positive meaning."
"I don't even know where I will be next year, the year after that, and the future if the pollution is true."
He didn't turn on the light, and threw himself directly on the soft big bed based on his feeling in the darkness.
He used a side-lying position that was most damaging to his eyes, and took out his phone with the most accustomed and natural movements.
After pressing the lock screen button with your thumb, the screen lights up, there is no signal, and the battery is 100%.
"Did I lie on the hotel bed and stay up late using my phone during a certain trip?" Fan Ning suddenly felt a sense of magical confusion.
Maybe the previous life was broken randomly, and this life is also in vain, just like Kaplan said, it was just a prank.
On the first lock screen after shutting down and then turning on the phone again, you need to manually enter the password, and no message can be seen before unlocking.
After Fan Ning entered slowly, the phone began to vibrate continuously for a long time.
A series of text message reminders flooded the screen, instantly squeezing out all the DingTalk messages from the boss ganking employees that he had not yet had time to review.
Fan Ning looked at the string of garbled numbers and text, and a creepy feeling surged from his heart.
He even turned over instinctively and quickly rolled himself up with the hotel quilt.
This sense of fear is related to strangeness, but it is not completely unknown and strange.
Rather, it feels like something familiar to you, an ordinary thing that has a pattern of change, is meaninglessly repeated, and is gradually heading towards collapse:
[?This?██Reappearance of ███ Corpse Factory Factory Factory Factory Bug]
[To this??Reproduce the ███ Corpse Factory]
[Reproduce the ██ in your memory to this ??██]
[To this world?? Reproduce the ██ in your memory/As much as possible ██]
[To the audience of this world, recreate your memories of ██/as much as possible?]
[To the audience of this world, recreate what you remember??/as much as possible?,???/if ██ were alive??]
…
[Reproduce the music in your memory to the audience of this world./As fast as possible, as much as possible./If you want to survive.]
I can only say that this is what it feels like, but Fan Ning feels that there are actually some things that he doesn't seem to see very clearly.
Since the latest news came first and the browsing order was in reverse order, Fan Ning scrolled down for who knows how long before he found the text message he received on the night of the time travel.
Using it as the dividing line, the following text content is normal, except that the original number box disappeared with his promotion.
Moving up, the basic meaning seems to be repeated, but the performance gradually breaks down, and even new weird characters appear in the recent ones.
The feeling of being wrapped in the quilt was soothing, and after seeing several scary scenes, Fan Ning's breathing gradually calmed down.
He swiped back and forth carefully again, relying on his inspiration and insight to quickly count the number of text messages at once.
There are 275 entries in total.
"Is this number simply too much, reaching this number, or is it something else?"
After Fan Ning thought for a few minutes, his heart suddenly moved and he calculated a certain time point.
It is currently the early morning of August 23, 913 in the New Calendar, and the concert time-travel event occurred on November 22, 912 in the New Calendar
Exactly 275 days!
Fan Ning, who discovered this connection, felt that he was beginning to have some unknown feeling of creepiness again.
Ever since the beginning of my time travel, something has been sending me this kind of inexplicable text messages every day?