As Fan Ning approached the tombstone, he continued to ask questions calmly as if nothing had happened.
In fact, he has many, many questions that need to be answered.
For example, questions about "time travel", such as the current situation or whereabouts of father Vincent.
But it is impossible to expect to get an answer from a "esoteric cult leader" with unknown motives.
A dangerous person who could plot the demise of "Fanghui Poet", no matter what the answer, he would not believe it. If he makes a reasonable inference, there is a high probability that his father has suffered an accident at the hands of this person?
Whether it was Fan Ning's questions or responses, it was more to deal with delays, and his running pace speeded up a bit again.
The next moment, the other party's slow laughter and new questions came from the other end of the phone:
"Where's Pogorelic? Why doesn't he come this time?"
The topic did not go as Fan Ning hoped for the first time.
"How do I know the big shot's itinerary?"
The depth of the water his legs were wading in was getting shallower, and Fan Ning looked around cautiously again.
The field of vision was very open, with various low "water-soaked cabins" still flashing lights in the distance, but no other abnormalities were seen.
But the colorful colors in his eyes seemed to be a bit hallucinatory, which directly affected his actions.
The situation is not very good.
"You seem to have some trouble getting along with him? What kind of person does Pogorelic look like to you?" Mr. F asked.
"In the past, there were people from three continents who knew that I was not dealing with the Special Inspection Office. Of course, now it is two continents." Fan Ning calmed down and smiled in a calm tone, "But when it comes to Pogorelic, it's hard to deal with it.
There are only a handful of times, and the status is not straightforward enough. Generally speaking, it does not have the strength and status to evaluate."
"No, no, no, you have it." Mr. F interrupted him, "I have never been qualified, because this world is just a grassroots team, a poor and defective product. Here, trying to be a careerist or a dictator
The person who is the author is pathetic. This person's "Jin" skill is very strong. Maybe one day he can lift the curtain, but he still can't bear the consequences of facing the truth. He is not happy to see human beings replaced by a more advanced creature. He
The ruler I want to be is the ruler of a group of inferior animals living in the mud and sediment."
I have changed my previous judgment. This man's mental state is much more extreme than Pogorelic. Facing Mr. F on the other end of the phone, Fan Ning fell into silence for a while.
In his previous life, many people thought Scriabin was a mental patient!
"Fan Ning, you should realize that art and mysticism are closely related, but art is not an appendage of mysticism, but the true essence of high places, something even higher than mysticism! How can the knowledgeable people rely on this?
Control the power of taboos? They make knowledge secret and become a secret for a few people to study. They form a group to become a church and a scholar. Even the dullest nobles from aristocratic families can be transformed through inheritance and indoctrination. What do the Lords of Witness rely on?
Dominate the laws of nature? They occupied the HOS seat earlier, seized the right of passage of the 'door of the dome', and then defined it as an 'unopenable door'. But art is different!"
"In fact, art is not secretive at all. For a few pounds to more than ten pounds, you and I can buy the most authoritative books, the most authentic music scores, and the most top-notch museum or concert tickets. The accumulation of masters throughout their lives is all
There, a violin priced at 5 pounds is enough to play the Chaconne perfectly, and the consumables required to copy Monet's oil paintings only cost one shilling. But so what? Everything is there, but most people are extremely stupid.
, they can’t gain any inspiration at all! Moreover, they have not realized the desperate situation they are facing, and they cry and laugh every day in the midst of low-level desires and aesthetics!”
"Only people like us. Our research has almost nothing to do with the world that living people can imagine. It is not something they can describe clearly. What we pursue is related to the vast and terrifying universe! You wrote 'Resurrection'
, wrote "Summer Noon Dream", you should be clear that in this kind of universe only transcendent concepts and consciousness exist. The place where these things are located is deeper than matter, time, and space. I suspect that they will only exist somewhere.
This kind of dream - a particularly rare, deep dream. They will never have such a dream. Even people with very rich imaginations will only have it twice in their lives."
"Wow--"
Fan Ning lifted his wet trouser legs out of the puddle.
"Are you listening?" Mr. F suddenly asked.
"Here." Fan Ning frowned and squeezed out a word, paying attention to keeping calm.
To what extent does the other party understand and grasp his current status, words and deeds? It is difficult to judge.
If you listen to a few paragraphs of this kind of remarks occasionally, you probably won’t go crazy.
He always feels that there is something wrong with the other party's views or wording, but he doesn't know where to start his refutation.
"However, you and I have other desperate situations." Mr. F added.
"Others?" Fan Ning asked cooperatively this time.
"Swish, swish, swish"
The terrain in the direction of the tombstone was getting higher and higher, and the depth of the water was only the last few centimeters. Fan Ning stepped into the soft but dirty sand, and then raised his legs and stepped into the rectangular fence with wrought iron patterns.
Black and thick fog enveloped itself.
In the field of vision that cannot be clearly seen, a vague golden circle is carved on the front spire of the tombstone.
"There is no way out."
"I was born in a time when there was no way out. You are born into a time when there is no way out now."
"By the way, do you recognize Chopin's art?"
Mr. F asked again as he spoke.
"A unique master, one of the brightest 'crescents'."
Fan Ning just didn't know what to deal with. Faced with this uncontroversial question, he answered without hesitation.
"That's right." Then the person on the other end of the phone started his tirade again, "I also admired Chopin very much when I was a boy. When I was 12 years old, I could improvise a prelude that was almost the same level and style as him.
The mazurkas and etudes I wrote when I was 15 years old can make the audience mistakenly think that they have newly discovered one of his posthumous works! My talent is only above it! But I later discovered that if I continue like this
, my life wouldn't mean anything. Fanning, if you wrote something like Symphony No. 9 in D minor tomorrow, guess what? People in the audience would say, 'Hey, this guy has a command of Beethoven's style.
It’s so accurate and the imitation is so similar!’”
"I feel that your 'Resurrection' is not worthy of your 'Resurrection Symphony'. If it had been placed 200 years ago, when the final chorus sounded, this would have been a noble act that would have elevated you to the position of 'Torch Bearer'!"
You are the Beethoven of this world! But what’s the result? At the end of that premiere, you couldn’t even fully rise to the ‘Crescent Moon’! Hahahahaha, great composer.”
"You're right." Fan Ning continued to express his agreement and continued to move forward.
The next moment, his eyes froze.
When I looked closer at the front, I discovered that the entire border of the tombstone had eroded and turned into a shape that looked like air but not air. It looked like it would be swallowed up by the thick black fog at any time, but the texture on the inside was still intact.
The circle on the top of the tombstone can already be seen clearly. There is a golden butterfly decoration in the snake-shaped ring. Under the circle, there are golden harp-shaped symbols engraved, and underneath, there are black floral letters:
"Beethoven"
"Impossible!!!" Fan Ning's fists suddenly clenched.