Xilan's family has never been called prominent, and it is impossible to have a complete and long history of ancestors like the aristocratic family.
In fact, it was not until her father Anton's generation that he was valued by the clergy for his musical talent, and gradually reached the level of a public school professor, entering a more stable middle class.
Regarding the traceability of the ancestors of the Conor family, we can only guarantee clarity and accuracy within five generations, which is a time span of a hundred years. There is no way to verify what happened two or three hundred years ago.
Perhaps, this is not the important point. What is more important at present is that the core meaning expressed by Senior Sister Roy in the letter is to do it "secretly" or "indirectly" and "prevent yourself from attracting extra attention"!
And now, what the Guidance School wants is for him to accompany him to his former residence, Eagles, to investigate!
How does this mean "not attracting attention"? This means that he has directly become the protagonist!
"Well, if you come back, I will just follow the arrangements and there will be no need to use my brain at all."
Xilan was distracted for a moment and fantasized, then picked up the tea, took a sip, and focused her eyes on the two letters again.
Fortunately, at present, things seem to be circulating only within a few official organizations.
Moreover, the time is quite loose and no clear nodes are set.
Sheeran took out a black, thin, short, "eyeliner" or "lipstick pen" from his coat pocket, and drew a close line with the luster of mercury in the palm of his hand.
"I hope this is a matter without the intervention of the Special Patrol Office. However, we still need to learn more information before we can respond. When Senior Sister Roy wrote this letter, she probably would not have thought that the Guidance School would also come to such an event.
"Contact letter"
She recalled the missing winged puppet and quickly shared a few key points, hoping that the other party could add more details.
He summoned Sir Viadrin's messenger again, this time carefully choosing his words, and spent a long time trying to further inquire about the school's intentions.
"When are you going to get rid of that 'so-called trouble'?"
She sighed softly, but still didn't want to get up and leave her seat. She put her elbows on her knees and hid her face in the palms of her hands.
"Wow--"
After the cold water hit his face, Fan Ning squatted on the ground and wiped his face and waved his hands.
"Lavoisier, you wake up."
"Just in time, there are still more than ten minutes until dinner starts."
The two voices of Durk and Ivan came one after another.
"okay."
The blurry ghost image in Fan Ning's vision gradually returned to its original position.
He stood up, looked into the distance, and rubbed his forehead with his hands. He no longer recalled the dreams that he could not remember, but focused on his eyes.
It was a gloomy afternoon, the temperature was quite cool, and the sun's rays weakly escaped from the thick clouds.
This is the doorway of a dilapidated barracks. After I woke up and got up, my brain felt a little dull like a hangover, so I walked out of it, picked up a few handfuls of water by the door and splashed my face.
The bushes and flowers underfoot were cleared away, leaving a clear space, and iron pots and firewood were set up. Ivan was busy in front of him, while the priests were studying the map with their hands on the side, and the other two sergeants were inspecting the vehicle.
Fan Ning looked further away again.
Judging from the openness of your peripheral vision, your resting position seems to be at a relatively high place?
It seems a little different from the time when I slept in a mountain col?
Well, that's it.
Because they are not the same camp site.
A long time must have passed, and a lot of drowsy experiences have been crammed into it.
Fan Ning seems to have only a general feeling about this, but it must have been at least more than a month.
I took several breaks to take turns, several times to regain my energy, and several times to get exhausted again.
The only thing that impressed me more deeply was the feeling that when the nameless elixir refined from "Sneaky Water" entered the throat, the fishy and greasy meaty feeling adhered to one's esophagus, and seemed to be rooted in the flesh and blood, constantly splitting and spreading.
Looking at the rolling mountains, rivers and trees, under the gloomy sky, they are still magnificent and lush, and still colorful, as if the outer edge of my field of vision has occupied more than 30%, and can no longer be regarded as "afterglow"
Flowing colors.
"The team member who had an accident a long time ago, seems to be named Boles? He was the one who progressed the fastest, and because of his lack of coping experience at the beginning, he did not sleep in time to replenish energy, which caused the mutation to worsen in advance."
"It does spread in the eye, just like the zone of disorder itself spreads in the world."
Fan Ning frowned and looked at the mountain scenery wrapped in soap bubbles.
As his eyes moved, the newly covered things began to collapse and melt, reorganized in the dark and chaotic curtain, and solidified into an unnatural collection of pixels, as if his observation consciousness could change or affect them.
, but there is no correspondence that conforms to the rules.
And when the gaze continues to move, sending them beyond the border of color, they are once again restored to the form of the waking world - their "original" appearance with a creepy sense of strangeness.
"Eye? Vision? Lens?"
Fan Ning suddenly thought of something and took out the golden glowing mobile phone in his pocket. Fan Ning disguised it a little more perfunctorily than before.
"Huh? Didn't I turn off my phone before?" He found that the phone was in standby mode with 50% of the battery left.
After experiencing the "Incineration" revelation that guided the school two years ago, Fan Ning discovered that the mobile phone battery can be fully charged in the "Spark Field" and is difficult to wear out when not in use. However, after leaving the Northern Continent, it is no longer convenient.
Every time Fan Ning uses it, it will end as soon as possible. Normally, it will still be shut down by default.
After entering the abnormal zone, he vaguely remembered using it several times, in order to confirm that the Chinese on the phone was not distorted and that the original time and date on the phone were garbled. Both answers were no.
He felt a little strange about the problem of not shutting down the phone this time, but at the moment he was more concerned about another issue:
Is there any difference between using a mobile phone to take pictures in the abnormal zone compared to seeing with your eyes?
"Why did I just think of trying this now?"
Fan Ning raised his hands, raised his phone, touched the shutter, and quickly opened the photo to view it.
But in fact, he saw the abnormality in the camera in advance.
A piece of completely mixed and collapsed pixels.
Perhaps the only thing that is related to what you can see with the naked eye is that the original undulating mountains and lake lines slightly divide the photo into two color bands with slightly different light and dark relationships. Other than that, there is no identifiable characteristic color at all.
or lines.
Fan Ning couldn't help but think of the street photo taken at the scene of the church air raid.
"Could it be that the things that the esoteric cultists added and settled with the airdrop of bombs as the secret atmosphere of the 'Soul Cauldron Ceremony' are common constituent materials in the abnormal zone, such as soil?"
The only difference between the two in the photo is that one has only partial pixel collapse, and the other has all the pixels collapsed.
There is only a small amount of one, and there are so many of them that they can be found all over the world.
Fan Ning was thinking like this, and opened the album list interface, ready to click on the previous street photo to compare and study it again.
"Um?"
His fingers paused in the air.
Before the photo of "Abnormal Area Scenery" that I just took, there are more than a dozen similar photos with messy colors!
Where did these come from?
In the picture, the "light and dark boundary areas" of their mixed colors are similar.
Continuous shooting?
But I clearly only pressed the shutter once?
An uneasy feeling of doubt filled his heart. At this moment, Fan Ning heard the shouts of the team members behind him: