The third movement: Forest animals tell me (10): Reappearance (two-in-one)
The top of the seven-foot piano is covered with heavy and thick layers of fabric.
Fan Ning opened it layer by layer, the top was wet and the bottom was dry.
"Crunch——"
What was then uncovered was the scarred, lacquered piano cover, and a pile of fine weathered matter spilled onto the keys.
"135135153153...613613631631..."
Fan Ning stood in front and slowly "poked" groups of arpeggiated sounds with his fingers.
The grand piano is quite old and has some problems with its rebound. The tone has become brittle and rough, and the overall intonation is about one and a quarter whole steps lower.
But judging from the 40 years of climate erosion in the rainforest, it is new, and so new that it is somewhat illogical.
Joan had already begun to outline a rich purple altar pattern around the piano, and then three irregular arcs in the center that were generally smooth but curled at the ends.
The Lord of Witness "Winter Wind".
At the same time, the pure white and cold air of the essence of "Desolate" Xiangyaozhi dispersed in the sky.
So far, there are enough factors that are strongly related to the target retrospection event. If you use ordered music to "filter and correct" the birdsong outside the building, the life works of Vienne or Ton are optional.
items.
Of course, Scheler should have a better understanding of Tone's works. It would be a bit strange to just pick up Viennese's works.
"Just play some music from its previous owner." Fan Ning took off the guitar and handed it to Luna.
"Me? You've only taught me the simplest few of Master Ton's songs." Luna took it sheepishly.
"It's random, it's just a form."
"Oh." The little girl hung the "Illyrian" that was nearly most of her height on her body, and seriously played "Close to Dusk" which is often used for beginners to practice skills and has beautiful music - it has the characteristics of classical music.
The soothing bass progression of the temperament is preceded by a melodious two-note melody.
An was humming its high note softly on the side, and then the numerous birdsong outside the building began to change.
The number of voices is decreasing, but it is not obvious to people who are not very inspired.
Fan Ning leaned over and placed the four lit candles around the altar one by one, and fixed another candle on a corner of the piano body.
There is a high-ranking assistant to assist, and the inspiration of the main executor is different from before. In addition, there is a sufficient supply of "Desolate" Xiangyao Essence, all of which make the secret ritual simpler and can call upon the invisible power.
But it multiplied and rose.
"We invite the 'Winter Wind', the god of loss at midnight, the god of sadness and decay."
He recited the Tulungarian prayer.
"hiss--"
The mist of frankincense essential oil evaporates, and the peculiar scent of resin wafts out, making people feel calm and relaxed.
"Those who gaze upon Him will capsize like a shipwreck into the sea; those who remember Him will bury His decrees until the severe winter; those who worship Him today should not serve Him the next day; those who worship Him tomorrow will never worship Him."
Among the thousands of recorded historical sounds, some confusing sound blocks were bundled into lines, some interfering and entangled processes were eliminated, and some hidden and noteworthy bird sounds were more highlighted.
The total number of voices is further reduced.
Fan Ning stood next to the decayed leather stool, playing the keys on the piano with one hand, playing a delicate and flowing improvisational cadenza, intertwined with the sound of the guitar "Illyrian" in Luna's hand and Miss Nightingale's humming.
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As a result, the current scene is increasingly similar to the historical scene from that year.
""prelude"……"
""prelude"……"
"There was a duet audition here, and then the "Prelude" of the "Awakening Chant" in 875 New Year..."
The walls are rolling, the clouds are separating, old wounds are aching, and the sound holes of musical instruments are showing the most spiritual state of contraction.
Fan Ning stood in front of the piano, his left hand still fingering on the keyboard. He leaned up and looked up at the cracked and leaking ceiling of the hall.
The scenes outside the building are passing by and fading, and the sounds of birdsong in the sky are settling and settling.
Inexplicable old light seeped through the cracks, and inspiration and thoughts rose higher and higher. In Fan Ning's mind, the sound of birdsong automatically turned into the two sounds of piano and guitar in the past, and then further changed into a more powerful instrument in the orchestration group.
Original sound.
Among the birdsong that had become thin and relatively uniform, he heard a single melody composed of chromatic scales, which showed more of the timbre characteristics of a flute.
The tonality of the melody is vague and groggy, with a completely unstable sense of wandering, as if there are not very clear lines carved on the canvas. It is not until the later part that the possible direction is hinted, simply in the key of E major.
The pillar note lingered for a moment.
"This is..." Fan Ning frowned.
Soon, the flute-like timbre merged into the ambiguous velvety sound of horns and woodwinds, and a long string of diatonic glissandos from the harp were introduced.
The string component plays a teasing, soft tremolo, and the colors are slender and delicate.
The spring is bright, the wind is clear and the sun is warm, the sky is bright and the clouds are shadowed, making people drowsy.
""prelude"?……"
"This is "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun" by the former Impressionist master Debussy! That Impressionist orchestral work is as famous as "La Mer" that I once performed!!"
"Vien actually 'wrote' a 'Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun'? This is the 'Awakening Chant' in 875 of the New Calendar. This is the 'Awakening Chant' he realized? No wonder he is a man who studied the West
The organist of mainland religious music could actually awaken another righteous god from the South with a completely different style; no wonder, according to Master Lucter's recollection, some voices in the music critics at that time said that its sound effects were too radical and advanced..."
Fan Ning was so shocked that his limbs began to tremble, and the splendor under the fingertips of his left hand stopped abruptly.
Within a few seconds, Luna's playing and An's humming also stopped one after another.
The candles went out, the smoke dispersed, and the music disappeared into the thin air.
The flawless frost brought by the radiant essence has melted from the broken windows, and the world has returned to the sound of birds singing like a waterfall.
The sense of disobedience of "barrenness" has subsided, and "key" still seems to maintain a high intensity. The cracks in the wall are wandering, the door is flapping, and the branches of the trees extending into the building are trembling.
"But Vienne doesn't look like a 'traveler' in any way?..." Fan Ning put the guitar on his back again and fell into deep thoughts.
"Western Continent-style religious musicians, the guidance of Mr. F, the power of the 'old days', the "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun", the "Awakening Chant" that started in 875, the charming lady with short red hair who embraced the congratulations?...
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While thinking about it, Fan Ning suddenly felt an electric shock on his wrist.
Just like someone used a lighter igniter as a prank in a previous life.
He glanced subconsciously and saw the new characters on Qiong's sleeves, and his whole body suddenly went numb: "Eagle"
"run!!!"
Fan Ning suddenly lowered his head and saw that the lines on the ground under the piano had changed from purple to blood red at some point, and the lines had also changed. The witness talisman of "Winter Wind" had been tampered with at some point and became
Flowing lines representing water waves and an upward-stretching palm!
The witness talisman of the phase "pool"!
Without even having time to think carefully about the meaning of "Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun", he hurriedly grabbed Luna and An, who were on the left and right, and ran away.
Just when they left the altar area, everyone felt that they had "squeezed through" a certain layer of juice-filled air, and their clothes were soaked through large areas. And two seconds later, behind them were two rotten chairs, a grand piano and a mobile phone.
The layers of cloth that were opened quickly dissolved into a red-black viscous liquid!
There is nothing else. At first glance, it looks like a puddle of rainwater mixed with saprophytes in the middle of an empty hall.
"Thump thump thump..." The eagle
The sound of footsteps was mixed with the sound of breathing, and everyone quickly ran towards the end of the corridor.
After getting away from the influence of a very strong "pool", the sense of inconsistency in the "key" phase in the air became prominent again. The textures of the walls on both sides were biting each other, the hinges of the doors everywhere were crumbling, and the counters and counters all along the way were...
The broken lock on the display window turned on its own as if it were oiled.
At the corner of the stairwell, the three people's figures turned sharply.
"Ah!" "Ahhhh!!"
Before he had time to digest and understand what he had just experienced, a blood-curdling scream suddenly came from downstairs.
"Why is there someone?" An exclaimed.
"The voice seems a bit familiar." Luna huddled behind Fan Ning, and when Fan Ning turned a corner again -
He saw the armrest frame begin to twist, the doors burst open, and snakes boiled out of the well mouth!
There is no place left to stand on the ground on the first floor. There are purple-red everywhere, and slender and sticky scales are squirming in layers!
The crowd rolling and wailing among them was the group of hunters that had just separated in the rainforest in front of St. Achonius Hospital.
"Aren't these people afraid of approaching the hospital? Why did they come in instead?"
Fan Ning let go of their arms and frowned at what was happening at the bottom of the steps, as if he remembered how they seemed to be hesitating or thinking before they separated.
Maybe it’s really contaminated by some kind of “dry soul curse”?
After thinking about it, Fan Ning had no idea of taking action, because even if the other party was the person he wanted to save, it was too late.
The powerful venom and sharp teeth of snakes have opened holes in the human body in countless places.
There were tiny snakes burrowing in and out of these people's heads, and their horrifying and twisted wails echoed endlessly in the hospital halls, but the result of the sound was just a few more snakes burrowing into their throats.
The two little girls huddled closely behind Fan Ning with pale faces.
The two hunter leaders from before looked at Fan Ning, but judging from their wide-open eye sockets, they were seeking death rather than survival. The next moment, their sharp tongues pierced their eyeballs from the inside out, and then
Black, white, red... all of them were pushed out by the snake from the empty black eye sockets.
"The bathing maiden who is obsessed with food and sex is an animal, the birds in the forest are animals, and the snakes in St. Agenzia's Hospital...are also animals?"
Fan Ning frowned and muttered to himself.
Along the way, he had a lot of inspiration about food, color, aroma, exotic rainforests and strange bird songs. Although the pace of the journey was too fast and he had not yet started writing, he had determined that the opening atmosphere of the third movement would be mysterious and melodious, and even had a hint of it.
"Fragrant" atmosphere.
But now he realizes again that for nature or the world, it only takes a blink of an eye or a measure of time to go from one extreme to another - this is something he had a vague understanding of in the second movement, but never realized.
Now that it is so clear, it is obvious that this will cause an essential shift in the development of the second part of his third movement.
The snakes underground were still boiling out, and after completely submerging the hunters, they rustled towards the stairwell where Fan Ning was standing.
"Run back to the second floor!" Luna hurriedly pulled the clothes of her teacher and sister.
"No, it's not possible upstairs..." An took a step up and then abruptly retracted her feet.
Where we just came all the way, scarlet snakes were spitting out from the cracks in the walls, especially from the cracked ceilings, where snakes fell like waterfalls, as if there was a huge release bag above.
The air was filled with a dangerous sweet smell. In less than five seconds, the leading edge of the snakes on the two floors jumped up the stairs, blocking the escape route of the three people who were halfway around the corner.
"Bang--bang--bang--" "Bang--bang--bang--"
Fan Ning's palms struck the wooden surface of the guitar, knocking out a strange rhythm of inverted and misplaced heavy beats and light beats, and began to use his fingernails to scratch out the syncopated intro fill pattern.
The squirming speed of the snakes in front slowed down. They seemed to be affected by this strange rhythm, and their original instinct to bite the body or create wounds was blocked.
"——Da da da da da da da" "—— Da da da da da da da"
On this basis, Fan Ning used the B string, which symbolizes "yan", as the main body of spiritual oscillation, and played a very infectious and exciting dance melody, interspersed with warm and dense cadenzas.
In the meantime.
Argentinian composer Piazzolla's "Libre Tango"!
The snakes raised their heads.
"Hiss, hiss..." The scarlet letter was still spitting out.
As the major and minor keys alternately change, rapid and changeable harmonic accents appear repeatedly, and the fixed strength and weakness patterns in the music bars are completely broken, creating a strange sense of urgency and appeal.
All the snake heads began to sway in unison with the rhythm!
Teacher, he... Luna and An looked at all this with their mouths open.
"Cover your ears a little." Fan Ning reminded gently.
Invisible spiritual storms are constantly rippling away from "Illyrian" in Fan Ning's arms. Overly fanatical "freedom" means "chaos" or "chaos", but this kind of passion is also the most efficient way to make other passions surrender.
Way.
As the melodies with seemingly similar sound patterns are repeated and advanced, the texture gradually becomes denser, the range gradually expands, and the brilliance of dazzling skills gradually becomes airtight...
The mood of the tango dance gradually became high, and the purple-red snakes danced crazily! The eagles
Under endless exhaustion, their tongues stopped spitting, and the purple-red scales on the snake's body swelled exaggeratedly, revealing the cracks between the strips, and a gray-white mud-like turbid light seeped out of them.
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In the outro, Fan Ning scratched out a sharp downward line with her fingernails.
"Keng!!" The lower part of the palm touches the strings and immediately draws them away.
The dance of the snakes came to an abrupt end.
The turbid light in the cracks in the scales burst out completely, and then extinguished like ashes in the next moment.
Various parts of the snake's body began to wither and harden, exploding into wisps of dust, leaving only small, twisted hard residues on the ground.
Fan Ning put his guitar behind him and calmly walked down the steps. Luna and An quickly followed with their hands covering their ears.
Their faces were still flushed with discomfort, and their heartbeats had not recovered from the disorder. This was because Fan Ning consciously protected the oscillation of these two spiritual connections, and reminded them to cover their ears in the later part of the music.
Fan Ning kicked away the dry and hard remains of the snake corpse with his feet, and squatted in front of two highly decomposed human corpses, frowning and thinking about something.
The two little girls stood apart from each other, not daring to look at each other. They could only keep staring at the light-colored almond leaves and pomegranate patterns of "Illyrian" on his back.
Fan Ning still felt very uncomfortable, with a headache and a turbulent stomach, as if he had never recovered from motion sickness.
But he seemed to have been thinking hard about something. He pondered for a while, then stood up and looked at the scattered limbs next to him.
The appearance of the corpses was undoubtedly horrific. The head alone was covered in mucus and was filled with dense honeycomb-like cavities.
"Three...five...six, seven, eight, nine..." He clearly counted the number of hunters for the first time.
Nine corpses.
Fan Ning counted again.
In other words, two leaders and seven subordinates?
The fingertips of his right hand lightly brushed over the purple D string, then he raised his left arm and quickly wiped out some spiritual residue textures on the clothes:
"How many people were in the Special Patrol Office team that you and I faced before?"