Movement Six: Love Tells Me (3): The Poet is Dead (2-in-1)
The rusty red mist was low and thick, obstructing the field of vision, and even the spiritual sense could not detect the body from such a distance.
Fan Ning could only choose to walk over carefully.
During the period from the top of the arch bridge to the dry river bed, he felt the subtle changes in every part of this "garden".
For example, it is hot. The precipitation in southern China is extremely abundant, and the air often feels hot and humid.
But now Fan Ning feels that her skin is extremely dry, and there is even a vague uncomfortable feeling that it is about to crack.
"Kacha...Kacha..."
He didn't need to take a long detour and walked directly in the rugged river bed. Every time he stepped on it, handfuls of rust-red hardened soil turned into powder.
This period of time was neither short nor long, but a subtle sense of suffocation kept his emotions in a dull position. He naturally thought of many possibilities. For example, this corpse might have just been
The lost Luna or Miss Nightingale might be Master Rie or Master Lucter, or of course, it might be someone they don't know...
After walking to the boat, the stone in Fan Ning's heart hung a little lower, but he still frowned in thought for a long time.
This corpse in the dilapidated cabin basically has only a skeleton. The reason why it is "basically" is because it is also wrapped in a layer of skin that is as dry as a rotten leaf, and its hair, muscles and tendons are all gone.
disappeared, and the whole thing took on a weird, dark color like black soy sauce dyed with red ink.
The posture is not very natural either. The body is rolled up like a shrimp, the back is curled up in an exaggerated manner, the legs with stiff knees are wrapped in a large arc, and the feet are almost touching the head.
Fan Ning witnessed the passing of life many times during his travels. Under the high temperature in the South and the infestation of insects and flies, a fresh corpse would begin to rot and grow maggots within half a day. After ten days and a half, it would undergo indescribable swelling and deformation.
, will soon gradually turn into a pile of rotten bones.
This kind of dry skin retained after weathering of corpses is usually caused by extreme dry heat rather than humid heat. Of course, it may also be that there are no mosquitoes, flies, poisonous insects, saprophytic bacteria and other filthy things in this garden "holy place".
Another point is that the skull of the corpse has completely disappeared, but the dry scalp is still stuck to the deck like a spread cake, which makes it difficult for Fan Ning to distinguish its facial features.
"I can't confirm who it is, but judging from the size, it's unlikely to be Luna or An. Judging from the time, it seems that it took a long time to form..." Fan Ning frowned as he witnessed the situation in front of him.
The time spent inspecting the body was very short because there was too little information and there was really nothing to see.
After flicking the ash from the cigar in his hand, Fan Ning threw the boat and the body behind him and continued along the river bed, preparing to go up a slope that seemed to be slightly gentler.
During this period, he stopped once and tried to pray to "Fanghui Poet".
Common prayers used in public teachings are used, as well as the secret teachings of higher persons described by 伶佊.
According to the "theoretical theory" estimated by Zhu, although Fan Ning is not a believer in the true sense, he showed a profound understanding in his artistic works, and "absorbed" the fox lily bouquet, and invited "Fanghui"
The spiritual affinity of the poet's divine power is at least not weaker than that of the bishops. That's why they had so much hope of getting attention and response from Fan Ning after the church's top leaders were unable to enter this place.
But at least that attempt just now was fruitless.
He suggested that Fan Ning try different locations several times, and the one with the greatest hope was near the "honey-producing channel".
Fan Ning had already memorized that location, but after the garden environment suddenly became dilapidated and strange, and the terrain became confusing, the landmark was no longer identifiable.
The only reference he makes now is the direction of the arch bridge and water channel. It is hard to say how accurate it is.
The brittle rusty red soil under the soles of the feet was crushed one after another. After the river bed stopped flowing, walking uphill on both sides felt more like climbing than climbing ashore.
While walking, Fan Ning suddenly felt something grabbing his ankle.
Looking down, I saw a dry, skinny hand stretching out from the river bed.
In the absence of a direct encounter with mysterious factors and no strong spiritual warning, this scene that could frighten the ignorant would not cause much stimulation to Fan Ning. After a brief period of surprise, he moved his right hand through the air and made a handshake gesture.
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Fine cracks spread on the river bed, and pieces of soil and rocks of different sizes were dug up.
"There is more than one corpse in this place, and this person's posture is even weirder..."
This body is also rolled up like a shrimp, but it is the opposite of the "submissive" one before. The back is straightened toward the rear, the knees of the legs are completely turned over, and the feet are circled from behind, touching the body.
Only a layer of skin remains on the head.
Except for the hand that stretched forward straight out of the river bed, the rest of the body just now was buried underneath.
"It's even weirder, but there are some similarities. The skin is dry, curled up into a ring, the head and feet are touching, and the body shape seems to be similar..."
In addition, Fan Ning could not get any clear information.
"If you want to think more about it, why would someone die here?"
"After the nectar production in the garden was 'stopped', the church carried out a clearance process. How many people went in and how many people came out must be checked before sealing the place... Judging from the conditions of several gardens visited before, 'a place of confusion'
'It is not formed immediately after the mutation occurs. Even if the 'Huachu people' working inside, clerical assistants or visiting guests procrastinate and delay for three to five days, they should not be trapped and die inside.
If he is not discovered, even if one person dies, there will be a second one, or maybe a third one?..."
In any case, the discovery of the body was an ominous sign, and even Fan Ning had doubts about whether the recent series of vague and bizarre experiences were visual knowledge pollution.
After walking to the river bank, he worked hard and tried his best to follow the direction of the "honey-producing passage" he had written down.
"Squeak——" "Bang!"
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Next to several rows of weathered statues was a bungalow. Fan Ning gently pushed in with his toes, and the door rotated inward less than thirty degrees before collapsing.
Four chairs, a table, a multi-layered locker containing a few scattered vases, a pile of highly weathered woven flower baskets or fruit baskets on the ground, and countless large and small holes on the ceiling, blackened like
Coal-like branches penetrated through the window, and then stretched out along the hole with claws and teeth.
In addition, there is a hanging swing, but with this environment and degree of decay, it looks like some special torture device at a glance.
Fan Ning's eyes narrowed slightly as he walked inside.
There is a rotten and hollow bed, next to it is an office chair and a desk. A corpse with withered and dark red skin is sitting in front of it, lying on the table, with its head and feet touching each other, roughly closed in a circle - if you want to complete this action, you can
Take a sitting position with your feet on the chair and your hands on your legs, but you have to turn your knees over to the bottom.
"Kakaka..."
Fan Ning, who seemed to have noticed something, reached out and controlled the chair to drag backwards a few centimeters out of thin air.
On the table, something covered by a corpse was revealed.
Dark red, long ribbon, very dry, very thin, cracked into many small pieces, the texture is like dried red date skin.
After Fan Ning leaned over to observe for a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed.
The handwriting written with some kind of red dye is still visible, and it is very long, but most of it has been scratched out and the content cannot be discerned.
In addition, next to the writing there are more dull note combinations with lines and clefs: re/fa/la.
D minor chord, St. Apollo once followed the "divine theme" left by the revelation!
This piece of dry, date-like skin is the "skin of Macias" in the Secret History, or the gel membrane of the "chi" sacrificial vessel!
He actually has gel fetal membranes on his hands?
So what is this corpse?...
"impossible!
"
Fan Ning, who had been calm all the way, felt as if he wanted to rush out of the door with his scalp numb!
Of course, he actually stayed where he was. After a few seconds, he began to read the few scattered, roughly identifiable words in the scrawled writing——
"Don't believe what I say..."
"What I did was also..."
"Everything from now on..."
"Those words don't represent me..."
"I really don't know where I am..."
These confusing and contradictory writings made Fan Ning's cigar-holding fingers tense up.
If you can’t believe your own words? Then what’s the point of saying this?
Is this person really?...
"No, not necessarily. There may be more than one piece of gelatin membrane. Even if it is a literal interpretation of the Secret History, Mathias, the God of the Forest, is at least a normal adult figure and was peeled off by Saint Apollo.
The skin' is definitely more than a handful of gel fetal membranes in my hand before..."
"Furthermore, the depiction of musical notes is also a mystical metaphor. It is a metaphor for the victory of 'Apollinian art' over 'Dionysian art' in this secret history. It does not mean that there is a place where the 'theme of God' is recorded. Others
The part is gone. If the 'Hide of Macias' is divided into many pieces, each piece has a D minor chord, which is in line with the logic of mysticism..."
To determine the identity of the deceased, more substantive information must be found.
There was an empty inner room after the inner room. Fan Ning broke through the door again and broke into the thick rust-red fog of the outside world.
In a place similar to the rain-covered walkway in the backyard, Fan Ning found another body curled up in the corner.
The fourth one is still of the same size.
After adjusting his breathing on the spot, he walked away again and raised his hand.
A long strip of "withered date skin" scattered beside the dark red body floated to his hand.
The d minor triad symbol also has interrupting text on the side and is partially scratched out, but the content is different——
"On the inspiration for a symphony in future life:"
"Starting from the D minor key that pays homage to the "God's Theme", in the tremolo of the empty fifth of the strings, the severe and powerful motive fragment of the first movement is presented, and then gradually develops and intensifies, and the orchestra breaks out into a tragic and overwhelming song
The sound of the style...The second movement is a scherzo that unfolds as a fugue, and the strings continue to move forward with bright and exciting staccato sounds...The Adagio of the third movement is lyrical and cantabile, with irregular variations.
Full of contemplation and fascinating philosophical speculation... In the final chapter, the instrumental music reviews the struggle and pain of the first three movements in a long way, and finally the human voice and choir join in, gradually climbing to the height of ultimate joy..."
"Preliminary text of the lyrics: The goddess of joy is holy and beautiful, and her brilliant light shines on the earth..."
Fan Ning's arm holding the "gel fetal membrane" was shaking. He did not let go and let it fall naturally. Instead, he tremblingly bent down and placed it on the ground!
The musical concept recorded above is exactly the same as Beethoven's "Symphony No. 9 in D minor"!
The D minor here is still just a tribute to the "God's Theme", which shows that it is still not the original form of the "God's Theme".
"Vien actually conceived of Beijiu during his lifetime? Haha... The invisible power of the 'old days' actually made an aboriginal of the old industrial world conceive of Beijiu? Moreover, it was the 'old days' that Mr. F initially activated for him.
With the power of Japan, the possibility that Mr. F is also a time traveler is extremely rising!..."
"Same body shape? They are obviously exactly the same body shape!" Fan Ning suddenly laughed a little nervously.
Yes, the identity of this corpse is Vienne, the one who visited the Southern Continent with the "gel fetal membrane" as a token!
So was the body lying on the table in the room.
So is the hand reaching out from the riverbed.
So is the one in the Festering Boat.
After An Ran returned to China, he also died in the small town of Uflandselmeklen!?!?...
Fan Ning had no idea what was going on.
His current thinking has been almost washed away by chaotic knowledge or cognition, and he doesn't know where to start thinking and reasoning.
This thing completely deviated from expectations.
No, not only is it a deviation, it is simply going in the completely opposite direction to the truth!
As early as in the outdoor cafe conversation with Master Lucter, Fanning learned that the master "still saw Vienne occasionally in the years after 876". He felt that this was probably because "midsummer is a time when illusions are everywhere."
, or due to some profound secret history division and superposition, who knows that the real fact is so simple and crude? That is the real Vienne himself!?...
Fan Ning, whose sense of uneasiness foreboding grew stronger, jumped off the steps of the house and strode into the rusty red garden mist.
On the potholed mud surface, in the dry spring water, on the twisted rockery, under the dead trees...
"Don't believe anything I say..."
"About the inspiration for a piano sonata in the future life..."
"About the inspiration for a mass in the future life..."
"There is nothing wrong with them in themselves, but they are dissolving with another part of the inspiration in my mind. Maybe there are holes in my brain and spirituality. Maybe this is the reason why I have unbearable headaches..."
"There is a temporary solution, if future generations encounter this kind of dilemma, they can be emergency: seek as much inspiration as possible for "medieval style" works..."
"As for that place? It's dangerous, chaotic, and unbearable to stay in, but it's useful and won't make life worse than death because of the direct symptoms..."
"And maybe it can help me unlock the ultimate secret of the "God's Theme"."
"This is a kind of D minor complex, isn't it? I believe that future students will also be obsessed with writing symphonies in it."
"Later...student? Teacher Anton's "Ninth Symphony" is also in D minor, and the "Summer Noon Dream" I am writing now..." Fan Ning felt that his breathing was becoming more and more rapid.
"But that doesn't represent me! Who can get out?...Those who get out can't represent me either!
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Fan Ning has discovered at least more than forty corpses along the way.
There are fifteen of them holding gel membranes, among which the surviving contents have been altered. One is to repeatedly chant "Don't believe in yourself", the other is to record the "musical inspiration" brought to him by the "old days", and the other is to record the "musical inspiration" brought to him by the "old days".
It seems that I am recording my experience of "treating headaches", and there are also some emotional vents that are difficult to classify and have no meaning...
Finally, Fan Ning arrived at a rusty dark red mountain wall.
A dark hole.
Maybe it's the garden's nectar tunnel, if the direction is good.
He tried to pray to "Fanghui Poet" and tried seven or eight times, but to no avail.
The scene of the old man waiting outside the garden came to mind again.
Finally, Fan Ning took a deep breath and waved.
"Kachakacha——" "Hula——"
Several dry and twisted black trees behind him were all twisted out of thin air by him and crackled into a big ball of firewood.
The flame exploded in an instant, and the entire huge firewood ball was thrown into the black hole under the control of Fan Ning.
At the moment of illumination, Fan Ning held his breath.
The long and winding passage that faces inward and downward like a slide is filled with densely packed dark red dried corpses!
The corpses were all twisted and twisted, with arms stretched out everywhere. At a glance, there were at least a thousand of them!
If this wasn't nothing, on the upper wall of the passage not far away, above the outstretched arms, there was a line of fonts that looked like dried blood, which made Fan Ning's heartbeat almost freeze and stop——
"The poet has died long ago, don't stay in the South!"