Chapter 327 First Movement Poems of Awakening (4): Awakening
"2F,3F,4F"
The elevator is getting closer and closer to 11F, where Fan Ning rents.
There was cold sweat on his back, and he pressed the 6F button hard, but the elevator had risen to 6F the next moment, so he hurriedly pressed the 7F button.
This time the elevator door opened.
The layout in front of me was unfamiliar and complicated. Several electric lamps on the wall were inexplicably mixed with crimson light, and the entire corridor seemed to be covered with a faint layer of blood mist.
Fan Ning suddenly turned around several intersections, and everywhere he went there were uniformly closed house doors or water well and electric well doors. Until he went back to the elevator entrance again, he could not find a stairwell on this floor.
“Ding ding ding dong dong dong ding ding ding dong—” the WeChat ringtone on the phone rang again.
[Xu Xinyi, the singing partner of the 1x choir, requested a video call]
Fan Ning's finger clearly moved over the "Reject" button, but the video was automatically accepted.
[Connecting...]
For maybe only a third of a second, he chose to close his eyes in an instant.
Then relying on muscle memory, I switched to the application background list and swiped up WeChat to exit.
The platform inside the door continues to rise.
The floor markings on the elevator in front of me began to change.
"7F,8F,9F"
The phone vibrated a few times, and text message pop-ups appeared from above.
"Why are you avoiding me, senior?"
"Are you tired of me asking questions late at night?"
"I came to you to apologize... I hope you don't mind..."
The floor stops at 11F.
Fan Ning's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes quickly swept across the corridor. After finding nothing, he returned to his mobile phone.
Finally it landed on the APP icon of the music software.
A small figure filled with purple light appeared in his mind.
He suddenly had an idea, clicked on the music software, quickly skipped the opening screen advertisement, and then entered the most efficient and concise line of characters in the search bar:
"BWV.1031"
Click the soft keyboard and press Enter to confirm.
"11F, 10F, 9F..." After the elevator sign paused at 11F, the display began to decline.
Fortunately, the Internet speed was extremely smooth, so he quickly clicked on a search result containing the word "Siciliano".
At the same time, the other hand raised the volume of the external amplifier to the maximum.
The soft, pure, yet sentimental sound of the flute rises melodiously, while the piano plays the keys behind it with dancing steps, weaving unknown reverie and longing.
It is the second movement of Bach's Flute and Harpsichord Sonata No. 2, "Sicilian Dances".
The crimson blood mist still shrouded the corridor, and the elevator sign jumped to "7F".
Fan Ning suddenly fell into a trance and saw a narrow door a few meters away that was ajar, but he hadn't noticed it before.
Staircase!
"Ding dong——" the prompt sounded.
The moment the elevator door opened, his figure disappeared into the shadows.
"Bang!!!" The narrow door to the stairwell was slammed shut.
Fanning has never experienced an earthquake escape.
But at this moment, he was extremely convinced that if an earthquake really happened, the building would collapse within tens of seconds, and that was the speed he was going downstairs at now.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After putting the phone in his pocket, he spun around the stairs like crazy, his whole figure almost flying up. He only took three or four steps on each stair before he stepped over it.
There was definitely something chasing him from behind, and the "squeaking" sound of the narrow door being closed and opened just now was too obvious.
"Plop...plop...hoo...hoo..."
The phone was still playing music, and Fan Ning felt as if his heart was beating out of his throat. The floor lights on the stairwell gradually turned from blood to purple. When he saw the 1F sign, he decisively knocked open the door and fled.
Perhaps under the sound of music, the feeling of being chased gradually faded away, but he did not stop and ran out of the community, and finally rushed into a shop with orange lights on the street.
He thought it might be a KFC or McDonald's restaurant, or it might be a small Qingdao bar, or even just a gas station sales room. In short, from the moment he stepped through the door, a heavy sleepiness rolled over him. After passing by people in twos and threes,
He sat down on the long chair, leaned on the small wooden table and fell asleep.
First, he dreamed that he was walking through the mountains and forests. The destination seemed to be a church, but the unknown existence following him made him feel that this matter might expose his target, so he changed his route several times in order to escape...
Then I dreamed that I was squatting on the ground with a figure in a purple dress, looking for something among a lot of messy music scores and picture album pages...
"Why is it missing?"
"Is it in your flashlight?"
When she woke up in a daze, she heard a familiar girl's voice at the end, and she seemed to raise her head.
Fan Ning suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the shops on the street had long since disappeared.
As far as the eye can see, there is a strange space that stretches endlessly, mixed with the contradictory feeling of openness and closure. It has the same vaults and corridors as a church, but the surface is a tile grid with different heights like a swimming pool, covered with red liquid.
covered the entire space.
There is a strange low sound in the air.
There was a warm and uneasy immersion feeling below the knees, and the red liquid seemed to continue to rise slowly.
What's missing?
Flashlight? In the flashlight?
In the dream within the dream, that sentence seemed to be a reminder from Qiong, causing Fan Ning to immediately take out his mobile phone from his pocket again when faced with the strange situation in front of him.
What's on the phone?
Pictures of what I experienced in the mysterious realm of migration jumped out frame by frame, the weird triangular huge building, the transmutation channels that proliferated and knotted like cochlea...
I sketch the painting myself, plunge into the attic, and then the amorphous green, the fragmented consciousness, and the stubborn confrontation, pulling and pulling operations in the spiritual depths...
Something... on the phone?
As if receiving some inspiration, Fan Ning quickly clicked into the photo album on her phone.
Hundreds of random photos, screenshots, music scores, scenery, food, all of them are modern things, but the bottom one is...
The garden-style vegetation background is as solid as a picture frame, with a handful of weird-colored springs floating in the middle. The containers that make up it are stacked like arteries and formed into the shape of an atrium and a ventricle above. As you move your fingers over the photo, you can
With the magnification, the magnificent colors and mechanisms are endlessly fractalized, bringing a strong sense of visual dizziness.
"Could this be..." Fan Ning's pupils gradually dilated.
"The image of the wreckage of the 'Fountain in the Painting'? Why did it end up in my mobile phone album? I didn't take any pictures..."
In just a few minutes, the red liquid in this space filled up to his waist, and a warm feeling of uneasiness was about to swallow him up. The most important question at the moment was obviously not "why" but "what to do".
What can a "photo of the ruins of the fountain in the painting" do?
The liquid spread from the abdomen to the chest inch by inch. The dream was still in a trance, but the danger was real and terrifying. Fan Ning tried his best to calm down, and raised his arms holding the phone from the liquid surface, his eyes shining with light.
At present, the people and things that I can come into contact with are most closely related to the "Fountain in the Painting", except for "Miss Scarlet Red" and "Miss Purple Bean Cake", that is...
When the warm feeling spread to his neck, an electric current passed through his heart and he reopened WeChat.
Dense vibrations and notification sounds came. Including Chen Na and Xu Xinyi, there were more than ten friends with similar notes as "choir partner", and the homepage was occupied by 99+ new message reminders.
Fan Ning scrolled all the way down and found Fan Chenxun's chat section.
Quickly enter, click the + sign, send photos, and select "Fountain in Painting"!
In less than a breath, sudden changes occurred.
"Boom!!——" Something exploded in my mind. There was still a feeling of warm liquid soaking below the shoulders, but my face began to feel hot, and the surrounding scene began to peel off inch by inch, eventually turning into dazzling white.
The salty smell and the sound of waves.
White sand beach, black volcanic rocks, hoarse water birds singing.
He was lying down, with the harsh sunlight shining directly on his face, and his sense of sight, hearing, and smell were all intermittent and hazy.
Just as Fan Ning came back to his senses, a huge and long gray beak clamped his head with not too much force.