After Fan Ning pointed this out with certainty, everyone vaguely remembered it.
Only the room with the double bass that you enter the first time has a door, but the room with the piano that you enter the second time does not!
"This door!?"
Different enlightenment observers saw different clarity according to their spiritual state. Tukweil frowned and concentrated, trying his best to discern the details.
In the picture, it looks like it is made up of a metal plate at the top and several vertical 'steel sheets' at the bottom. Although the "workmanship" is crooked, it has a relatively delicate light-colored polished surface, and there are many key parts of it.
There are few circular holes, and at this moment, raindrops like broken beads are constantly falling along the front edge of the vertical steel sheet.
This is not a door at all. Looking at it as a whole, it looks like a crude "celesta"!
As the strong wind stirred up the sand, a burst of pebbles hit it.
Not sure whether it was coming from the mirror or from the actual location a hundred meters away, everyone heard a series of crisp but discordant notes that sounded like nervous wails!
The candle flame went out, green smoke floated out, and the picture in the mirror also collapsed.
There was an ominous silence in the team.
Could it be that, under the influence of some unknown existence, the people here gradually turned into various "instruments" and blended in with each other?
And, is this change still happening today?
Is this considered dead or alive?
"Leave here, hold on, and continue driving in the rain?"
Tucqueville did not choose to ask Bishop Lavoisier what was written on those papers. He broke his silence and made a suggestion.
Now all the team members are drowsy.
"Durk was just checking a tree this morning."
Fanning's answer made him realize that this proposal was not very useful.
On the one hand, the team members are already drowsy. More importantly, this kind of mutation is not unique to this camp! For example, the violins hanging on the tree
"Show me those files." Fan Ning spoke again after a while.
The team members handed the things they just collected to Fan Ning, hoping that he could get some more specific past records.
But Fan Ning's eyes followed the twisted words on the torn page, and his expectations were disappointed again.
"You have eaten meat, and my position has moved twenty centimeters. It is not unlucky. The furniture here is very beautiful, and I am of high quality. This is the result of her or the extra time. There is also her figure on the big tree.
, by the way, there are always some doors at the back!"
"You are spinning around without authorization, listening or watching. I have no objection, but don't let these sounds and these paintings affect your work! The moon will come out! Alas!"
"Go to the right, go to the right, go deeper into the road, go deeper into the road, I'm back, you're back? You're not singing right! Hahaha, if you don't believe me, think about it with your eyes, it's going to be a big deal.
Got it!"
Fan Ning exerted force with his fingers, and with a rustling sound, he squeezed the files into a tight ball and threw them out.
There is nothing grammatically wrong with these words and sentences, but the cause and effect and logic come and go, seem disconnected and disconnected, just like talking in a dream. It is extremely uncomfortable for a person who is still conscious to see it. It is better to be like the team members.
It’s better if you don’t know these words.
Perhaps, trying to find some pattern in disorder and collapse is a wrong decision in itself.
This camp with a sturdy frame, waterproof and windproof is already an ideal place. Now that we have checked the surrounding environment, refined the elixir to deal with "worms", rested in turns, regained our energy, and continued our journey, these are the goals.
Under Fan Ning's control, the water on the branches and piles of fallen leaves was quickly evaporated, and the flames suddenly burst out.
As the two priests put various medicines and accessories into the quartz pot, various bubbles with psychedelic colors began to boil.
"Before the accident, Brigadier General Boles mentioned that the ring in his eyes seemed to have spread." Durk mentioned during the refining process.
"Moreover, his condition is even more exhausted." Pastor Jacob added.
Although generally silent, everyone was trying to summarize the reasons why the mutation happened to him in the first place.
No one wants to be next.
"Currently, there are only two types of potential threats we can find." Fan Ning said, "The ubiquitous colors we see in our eyes, and the 'worms' we have heard about before, these two things can be considered
'Pollution', but it is different from the knowledge pollution we usually define. His mutation is probably the function of one of them, but it is not yet certain which one it is. It is also possible that the two are related to each other."
According to the logic sorted out in the early stage, Fan Ning speculated that the "colorful" was probably some external manifestation of the collapse of the abnormal area, and the "worms" were things that grew out of the decay.
There is no doubt that both of these are threats to people living under normal mechanisms.
"Everyone, cheer up and wait for the elixir to come out first. The sleepiest ones will rest first, and the others will take turns."
As time passed, Tucville reminded several people whose eyelids were fighting.
I haven't slept for 40 hours, and this place has a natural "muddle" effect on my consciousness. It is indeed very uncomfortable.
Fatigue makes people spiritually weak, and their self-will is scattered, making it easier for external pollution factors to invade. However, in sleep, it is easy to see more terrifying "worms". The two mutually determine not to use this elixir.
You will only die faster.
Fan Ning frowned and looked at the pile of potions churning in the stone pot.
As the last vial of "Sneaky Water" was poured in, their colors suddenly began to collapse, and gradually shrank and became sticky, finally turning into a small ball of asphalt-like substance whose color could not be read, and its taste
It smells like raw animal offal.
The Special Patrol Office stated that the storage time of this medicine is less than 12 hours, so it cannot be refined too far in advance. If the color on the surface becomes clear, it means it has started to deteriorate.
When part of the cooled elixir was sucked out through a dropper and distributed into the hands of the three sergeants, everyone showed a hint of fear, but in the end they bit and swallowed it.
"Cough cough cough cough" "Wow——"
While the elixir was still in the esophagus, these people felt their stomachs churn, and they all bent down and vomited out all the remains of the food they had eaten two hours ago.
The two priests who had made it themselves looked at each other with ugly faces. They both doubted whether their operation was correct, and also doubted whether it would be useful to spit it out like this. They also thought that they would have to take such a mouthful in a few hours.
But now, the fact that they would fall asleep soon has become a physiological law that cannot be violated. These people used their last energy, rinsed their mouths casually a few times, then lay down on the ground one after another, and began to snore.
Four people, including Fan Ning, sat on the ground and began to watch.
According to the next arrangement, those who will take the remaining elixir will be Tucwill and Jacob, as well as himself and Durk - a combination of a bishop and a priest, who will take turns in the second and third batches.
In order to maximize the effectiveness of the first dose of the elixir, the team members who have fallen asleep will be allowed to sleep as long as possible. It is estimated that when it is Fan Ning's turn to rest, it will already be after dawn tomorrow.
There was lightning and thunder outside, and it was pouring rain. There were lights on and firewood burning in the camp hall. In the corners, all the fallen leaves and branches spread under everyone had been evaporated, which ensured as much comfort as possible.
, but the people who were awake were no longer in the mood to chat.
The unexplained attrition made the atmosphere scary and ominous. Although some things were speculated, no one even witnessed how this process happened.
The three priests picked up church classics and tried to calm down their emotions by reading them silently.
Fan Ning continued to conceive of the "Fourth Symphony", trying not to think about the series of unconventional things he had just witnessed, as well as the insane Chinese words he read, like babbled in a dream.
At the same time, these people were inevitably allocating their energy to the empty and dilapidated hall, outside the door where the wind was howling, to the weird musical instruments inside, and to the three team members lying beside them, preparing
Deal with unknown things that may appear at any time.
Time passes minute by minute.
Perhaps, this is another "failure" of misplaced expectations, and dawn will still come as usual.