Fan Ning thought of his experiences along the way and his current strange situation. He tried to deny the children's dangerous and unintelligible words by looking around, shaking his head and chuckling.
But in the process, through the flickering lights in the villages, he vaguely saw warehouses full of grains, piles of vegetables, berries in barrels, and cows and sheep resting on the ground. This made him deny it for the first time.
Time to realize.
It wasn't until the last sentence, "A world where all people are created equal is the kingdom of heaven," that he seized the opportunity to ask a rhetorical question:
"Equality? What is equality here?"
"Of course." Luo Deli beside her nodded seriously, "Everyone who enters the kingdom of heaven, after being completely integrated here, can choose one of the seven divisions of labor to become a new self, a musician, a blacksmith, a soldier, a hermit,
The Sower, the Fertilizer and the Soothsayer, well, seven kinds, just a division of labor, we are all equal to each other.”
"You will choose musicians, right? This part of us, influenced by you, are all musicians."
"Our voices will not be borrowed, which is very convenient."
"Get out of the way." Fan Ning finally stopped the conversation between these insane people and decided to continue the investigation on his own.
If I delay any longer, I'm afraid the next "villager" will be me.
"Bang!"
After Fan Ning pushed the shoulders of several villagers away with his hands, he accidentally bumped into the wooden wall at the corner of a small wooden house.
It may be that the vision was too dim, and Fan Ning thought that these people had never shown any malice, and even had some interactions with him, so they did not use the invisible power that could cause harm.
"Be careful, you bumped into some hermit friends." Luo Deli supported him with concern.
"What hermit?" Fan Ning rubbed his waist, and without stopping, he asked subconsciously.
"The seven divisions of labor just mentioned." The girl replied, "When integrating into the Kingdom of Heaven, if you acquiesce and do not make a choice, you will become a hermit."
"" Fan Ning didn't respond. He quickened his pace a little, and moved around the narrow road, carefully looking at the wooden houses passing by on both sides.
The soap bubbles in the field of view on a moonlit night seemed less abundant than before, but when the eyes focused on those bean-like lights, they immediately took on a more dangerous color and fluidity.
After walking around a few corners, there were far fewer "villagers" following behind us, and we seemed to have arrived at an open place.
Moreover, it is a depression.
Because the terrain is low, the area in front has been filled with seawater or lake water, forming a large reflective surface under the moonlight.
The water surface is already quite high, and those cabins are soaked in it, but sporadic orange lights can still be seen from their higher windows or parts with second floors, which are reflected in the water, forming a line
A floating red halo.
This strange sight made Fan Ning stop and watch.
It's very misplaced. On the one hand, it's too "surrealistic", but on the other hand, it's very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before, and not long ago.
"The front room is the back room." Seeing Fan Ning stop, Luo Deli took the initiative to start again.
Fan Ning in the back room immediately understood the source of the sense of déjà vu.
"What is the back room for?" he asked.
"It's a warehouse for storage. It's easy to get lost here. If you need to get it, find someone familiar to guide you."
"What to store? What to take?"
"Musical instruments, there are all kinds of musical instruments here."
Musical instrument? Fan Ning frowned and looked at the group of houses soaked in water.
Perhaps, the bottom of the cylindrical pool in the previous "cracking field" is connected to a certain place in the "back chamber" in front of you. Of course, it is not a certain place on the surface, but a certain intricate space-time point inside.
Suddenly Fan Ning's eyes stopped at a slightly higher point in the depression pond.
Only a few centimeters above the black wrought iron patterned fence are above the water. There is a white marble base placed in the middle, with some vague fonts engraved on it. It is impossible to determine because it is not facing you. The base extends upward in a slender isosceles trapezoid shape.
Like an upright sword.
"tombstone?"
Fan Ning's mind moved, and he remembered whether "the tombstone is in front of the lighthouse" or "the lighthouse is in front of the tombstone". He stepped forward without hesitation, preparing to get closer and take a closer look.
"Mr. Fanning!"
“It’s really easy to get lost here!”
Luo Deli eagerly wanted to stop her, but the next moment, the water had already submerged Fan Ning's leather shoes.
Fan Ning felt that the sound of "White Mass" became more solid and louder.
The source of these sounds seemed to come from the "water-soaked cabin" around him, but he did not peek into the cracks in the windows and doors with lights.
His goal is to find out what is written on the tombstone and where the lighthouse is.
A cold and sticky feeling soaked into Fan Ning's toes, then his ankles, calves, and knees.
The water surface was cut into circles, and the tombstone was getting closer to me.
"Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong dong——"
The sudden ringing of the cell phone and the vibration coming from the buttocks made Fan Ning, who was dripping with water, suddenly stop on the spot!
It is different from the "power-on shock" I received after charging my mobile phone for the first time in the "Spark Field" of the Guidance School headquarters, and it is also different from the WeChat voice dialing sound in the dream of returning to Blue Star.
This time it’s a real ringtone!
After standing still in the water for a few seconds, Fan Ning slowly put his hand into his pocket.
The mobile phone in the other world has no signal as usual, but there is indeed an incoming call.
"Unknown call"
"Unknown area"
"unknown number"
B-105 abnormal zone, the time of loss, the strange village, the group of wooden houses soaked in water, and myself wading in the water.
Fan Ning stared at the three phrases starting with "unknown" on the screen and stood still for a longer time.
Finally, he touched the green "reception" area with his finger.
"Hello?"
The habitual answering words from the previous life are still there, but the voice is low, cautious and full of temptation.
Fan Ning held several different psychological expectations, including expectations of some terrifying, chaotic sounds that were beyond the range of rational acceptance, and also the suspicion of whether he would hear his father's voice.
Sente is still Fan Chenxun in his previous life.
It would be great if you could get in touch!!
"Hello."
There was actually a response on the other end of the phone!
It's actually you?
Really Chinese, but not the voice of Vincent or Fan Chenxun in my memory.
This voice also seemed familiar to Fan Ning.
He felt like he had heard it in this life, but he couldn't remember who it was. More importantly, no one could speak Chinese before!
"Hello, who are you?"
Putting the phone next to his ear, Fan Ning's response was still low.
The other end of the phone laughed twice.
"Caroline Van Nin, right? It seems you forgot my voice?"
The syllables of this sentence are longer than the previous sentence "Hello", and Fan Ning heard more details.
Overall, the other party's pronunciation was standard and pure, but it was not "authentic" or "correct" enough.
Fan Ning was not a professional broadcast host and could not point out any specific errors, but certain details of sentence fragmentation or pronunciation made him feel that the other party was just a "foreigner who was very proficient in the text" and Chinese was by no means his native language.
"So? Your name?"
Fan Ning is still asking.
A transliterated Chinese version of the name was announced on the other end of the phone. Every word that came out made Fan Ning's eyes become more solemn.
"F. Alexander Nikolayevich Scriabin."
"Oh, my name is a bit long, I suggest you just call me F."