Qiong next to Fan Ning was about to show an expression of "Do you think we are fools?", but Mr. F on the opposite side continued to smile and said:
"just kidding."
"You definitely don't want to come here right now. You want to go inside the lighthouse, so go and have a look. There is an idiom in the East called 'It's a long time to come'. We will have many opportunities to interact with each other in the future. Next time, you will have the opportunity to come here again."
"Judging from your expressions, you don't seem to believe it. This is a common problem of ignorance. Haha Fan Ning, if you want to be promoted to 'New Moon' or even higher in the future, you must get rid of this common problem. You always feel that leaving
It means that things have come to an end, and my absence means that the pioneers are no longer paying attention, but you must know that the final things have more personality than the path of life, and the invisible power is greater than the tangible."
"The changes that the Abnormal Zone will bring to you will be completely reborn and completely affect your life course. You have been here, taken a look at the 'X coordinate', and I have communicated with you. This is enough, haha."
Fan Ning did not continue to argue with Mr. F on these unintelligible principles. He slowly spit out a long stream of white mist, and finally turned his head and looked up again:
"I didn't expect that in the end, you actually put such a layer of ghostly stuff on the outside of this lighthouse."
At least, judging from the confrontation between the two, Vincent lost in the last step.
Vincent's side used the characteristics of the 11 lost times in the B-105 area to design 11 sound series fragments, using the "DSCH" works that Mr. F could not master as a passage to the real lighthouse.
This move indeed made it impossible for Mr. F to track Fan Ning entering the 31st hour.
But as early as 40 years ago, Mr. F instigated Vienne, who was living in the South, to the aberration zone, and then used his clone to make some arrangement to seal off the outside of the B-105 lighthouse!
The other party can't come, but you can't get in!
"Actually, I don't quite understand. How did you use this to seal the lighthouse? Vienne's apostolic mission was clearly to draw the 'Endless Fugue' road sign to my dad, and then transfer it to me. The two of them look like
They are two different things.”
Fan Ning frowned, he was convinced that there should be some connection between the two - Vincent's last diary entry suddenly became emotional, precisely because he realized this.
"So is it safe inside?" Qiong asked in a low voice.
"There should be no problem inside the lighthouse. There is no doubt the shelter. The problem is that we can't get in now." Fan Ning stared at the slimy fleshy barriers, his mind racing rapidly.
For some reason, after looking at it for a long time, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen something like this somewhere.
Where have you seen it?
"Did you listen to what I just said!? You have to listen carefully!!"
"Where can't you get in?"
On the other side of the cliff, Mr. F's tone rose a bit, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with Fan Ning's judgment and cognition.
"It's good that the lighthouse is locked, but don't you have the key to it?"
"Go on, go and see if you want. Anyway, there is nothing new. You just have one pool and one key. Who will make the key and who will hold the key. Let's divide the work casually. Haha, the raw materials look like
It’s not quite enough, I’ll give you some more.”
As soon as he said these words, there was the sound of tiny metal chattering in the air.
It was sporadic and thin at first, but then the density increased linearly.
Ominous chromatic fragments resound from the sound holes of instruments all over the mountains and plains, mysterious chord progressions, chaotic alternating rhythms, stubborn third intervals, ghostly vibrato and repetitive sounds emerging from each part. Every measure of this music radiates
The evil spirit makes people feel that they are anxiously waiting for something terrible to happen.
This is Scriabin's Piano Sonata No. 9, "Black Mass"!
The outer edge of the metallic tone is sticky and dull, as if it comes from pianos wrapped in flesh and blood.
Below, the facial features of the people climbing like beans changed rapidly, from the original six or seven types to two fixed types: Fan Ning and Qiong!
They took out the snow bells and shook them, and "Qiong" still held the purple and red flute "Star Trail" in her hand.
Each Joan holds in her hand the ability to pull umbilical cords and musical instruments from the surrounding ground and cabins.
Some pairs were also talking to each other, sometimes standing still and arguing.
They seem to be the same clones as Vienne, and they also seem to be two of us climbing in another period of time and space!
"They are all affected." Qiong frowned and looked at the strange scene below.
"It's 'us'," Fan Ning corrected.
"No, only 'we' is 'us'." Joan emphasized.
"If 'they' are not 'us', then where did your flute come from?"
"The person opposite used my absorption method and tried to let these clones steal the raw materials of the instrument."
""
The conversation seemed to fall into a meaningless repetitive nesting, and it was not interrupted until a new mutation appeared in Joan.
With a few "chichi" sounds, the girl's head, shoulders, arms and waist suddenly burst open, and several smooth purple vertical-pupiled one-eyed snakes emerged from them, and half of her face was instantly covered with
A layer of chitinous scales!
"You -" Before Fan Ning could say anything, Qiong had already thrown the rope to the standing rock above again, and then grabbed Fan Ning's arm.