"The metaphors of 'sunset and moonrise' are becoming more and more numerous?"
Fan Ning stared at the blurred figure of Mr. F in front of him, and finally followed him.
Of course, we were extremely careful to keep a certain distance.
Fan Ning had no way of knowing whether Mr. F's frown just now was because "Moonlight Over the Dnieper" was everywhere or because he found something else wrong, but he intuitively felt that "Mr. F found something wrong" might mean something to him.
advantageous.
This person has an absolute advantage in strength. Now he has left himself behind without any worries. He has obviously taken control of the situation and there is no need to keep an eye on him to decide what to do.
Unless the actual situation changes compared to his expectations, there will be only a slight chance and variable in the next potential battle.
"Rumble, rumble—"
The earthquake here became more violent, and large chunks of snow and icicles shattered on the ground.
At the end of the corridor, Mr. F was already standing there with his back to Fan Ning, looking up at a huge picture frame.
"Boom!!!" "Wow!!!"
Boulders and solid ice were falling densely all around, and some corridor walls had even cracked and disintegrated, revealing the turbid gray-blue sky outside, with howling and crackling snowstorms pouring in.
In such a field of vision that was blocked and affected by excessive colors, Fan Ning, who was following closely, also looked at the frame.
Its linen is painted into a uniform dark brown background, and in the middle are symbols painted with zinc white pigments.
Five thin lines, treble clef, a b flat on the third line, no notes, nothing else.
The sharp look in Fan Ning's eyes flashed away.
D minor!
The rumored tonality of “God’s Theme”!
But what about the notes, what about the motive, what about the melody?
Mr. F did not turn his head, but suddenly laughed:
"You seem to want to know what this theme is like, such as what the first pitch and duration are at the beginning."
Nonsense Fan Ning blurted out in his heart, but did not take any further steps.
He just knew that the "God's Theme" was the key to solving the contamination of the wreckage of the "old days" and completely mastering its power, and that rumors about the Holy Sun Church might also involve clues to the "Key No. 0"
Both of these are important, but neither of them is a reason to rush in and hit the stone with an egg.
"At present, the safety of the lighthouse is still reliable. The external roads rely on the "sound column fragments" for passage. I have left an insurance measure for it to prevent the infiltration of dangerous elements."
And Fanning remembered that Vincent mentioned this in the memo.
He has yet to discover what this so-called "insurance measure" is, and the chronological order of the memo is confusing, the content is not fully loaded, and he is not sure whether any later information will replace or overturn this information.
But he always felt that judging from the backhand his father had left along the way, Mr. F should not be allowed to succeed so easily.
Similarly, judging from the layout of Mr. F's "apostles" across the continent, he also felt that Mr. F's method of dealing with him would not be limited to such a simple tracking and robbery.
"Clang!!!"
The entire tunnel structure at this end of the corridor almost completely collapsed. Under the temporary support of the invisible force of Fan Ning's "key" phase, the nearby area was barely maintained in a state like a torn sack.
Fan Ning was watching the front, while Mr. F never looked back, but continued his previous "self-explanation" style: "Oh, actually you should know what this theme is. This is not the point, the point is that Vincent is hiding in
The full manuscript of 'God's Theme' in the lighthouse comes from that author's manuscript, that 'father''s manuscript."
"Father"!?
Should I know?
The key words in these two sentences caused an uproar in Fan Ning's heart. Before he could digest the meaning, he saw Mr. F reaching out his right hand and directly dug into the painting!
"Crack!"
Star-shaped tears opened in the linen, and Mr. F threw the torn pieces aside.
"Cunning element!!"
The man suddenly sneered.
Fan Ning, who was struggling to delay the progress of the collapse, opened his eyes wide and looked forward.
Inside the torn canvas was another canvas, with two familiar punctuation marks painted on it with white paint, a colon and a bracket——
:)
Fake?
Fan Ning was stunned.
Is the "god theme" that Vincent hides here fake? Or is the entire "Lighthouse" directly fake?
Then why are you holding up the bricks and stones? Just leave a place where they won't be buried.
Fan Ning, whose spirituality was on the verge of collapse, restrained his invisible power in an instant. He originally wanted to leave himself an inch square, but he overestimated his condition and restrained himself too quickly. A strong sense of dizziness hit him and he could no longer support his body.
.
"boom!--"
The entire "art museum" collapsed completely. In the end, Fan Ning only watched Mr. F turning his head and walking towards him, and watching the countless "Moonlight Night on the Dnieper River" on both sides being buried by quicksand and stones.
The next moment, a piece of ice as big as a hill hit him directly in the face.
Fan Ning instinctively stretched out his hands to block it.
"Wow--"
It didn't block anything, but in a daze, the ice cubes seemed to melt into cold water.
Fan Ning wiped his face and waved his hands, and opened his eyes, but for a while he couldn't see anything clearly.
The physical sensation of a certain process just now has been infinitely stretched, and a lot of groggy experiences have been stuffed into it, so that it seems that a long, long time has passed, and only a weird discomfort is left, which is repeatedly amplified and emphasized.
"Lavoisier, you wake up."
"Unfortunately, we didn't find anything edible today."
The two voices of Durk and Ivan came one after another.
"Oh, let's try again tomorrow."
Fan Ning rubbed his forehead with his hands in response, blurry double images began to appear in front of his eyes, and he gradually returned to his original position reluctantly.
Maybe this is a stalactite cave or rock cave full of jagged and strange rocks, maybe.
It took too long to enter the abnormal zone, and the number of sleeps and the consumption of "Sneaky Water" elixir were too much.
Fan Ning's eyes are full of brilliance. When he concentrates on identifying something, their contrast will be lighter, and when he relaxes slightly, they will become extremely active and magnificent.
He felt that he had become highly atrophied.
It's not that the molecules and atoms that make up the body have become denser and denser, but a kind of mixture and fusion. They seem to have been squeezed into tiny universes, constantly bursting out with hot and unbearable light. Once you look carefully,
With a certain ray of light, they merge from many into one, but other rays of light that they neglect to observe will gradually form flowers that proliferate and decompose.
Fan Ning scratched the back of his hand vigorously and shook his head vigorously one after another.
Finally, I began to endure the discomfort and observe my surroundings.
This is indeed a pitted rock cave, semi-open, and thick clouds and feeble sunlight can be vaguely seen in the gap in the distance.
There were iron pots and firewood in the slightly flat space next to them, but there was nothing to put in the pots. The faces of the six team members were all familiar, and most of them looked in a daze. They were sitting on the ground wearing badly worn clothes.
Six?
Fan Ning's eyes settled on someone, showing a lingering expression of doubt.
There was a girl leaning against the wall, hugging her knees and resting her chin on her head, looking at herself with concern.
The student-like hairstyle, the aqua dress, the smooth and delicate calves, and the shining silver flute at the waist made him look like a savage compared to himself or other players who were equally slovenly.
It's like two worlds spliced together.
"You seem to be feeling very uncomfortable?" Qiong asked.