"The door at the top of the Hui Tower, leading to the HOS, they think this door is the 'Dome Door', and the other door is the 'Summer Door', and they have seen it in person, are they sure of it?"
Fan Ning tried hard to recall the connection between the meaning of "haustor" and other things.
Some things that confused my former self, but because I had no solution, I could only put them behind me temporarily.
"It's just a name. They are trapped in the aberration zone and have gone completely crazy." Sheeran packed the stack of nitrate films with "Silence!" written on them one by one.
By the way, in Sheeran's view, they were just "trapped". Fan Ning's eyebrows were caught in a tangled shadow.
This is true not just of Sheeran, but of the entire Guidance School, and of all other official organizations.
Mr. Wax was the only one who witnessed the death process of He Meng and Gang, and only Pogorelich was informed.
——Due to his own trouble, two "real and fake Sylvia" appeared for no apparent reason. One of them escaped lightly under the illusion arranged by Mr. Wax, and their whereabouts are still unknown. The Special Patrol Office originally had a plan for the death of the two.
The matter was kept secret, and now I would not choose to report the real situation.
"Aspirator"
"Double-disc fluke?"
The thin and gorgeous wine glass shattered with a crash, and traces of bright red overflowed from the gaps between Fan Ning's fingers.
Seeing the still thinking look on his face, Sheeran sighed out of habit, without any more persuasion or blame. She took his arm and treated the wound cut by the glass.
Fan Ning thought of the steep mountain road below the lighthouse, the cold and thin air, the repetitive drumbeat-like leg movements, and Vincent's penultimate memo just before the phone was shut down at 1% of the battery, without beginning or end.
Completely irrelevant memo:
"I noticed that there is something called "double disc fluke", which is a parasite that snails are infected with during feeding."
What is Vincent using this as a metaphor? What does the "double-disc fluke" correspond to? Who does the snail correspond to?
What kind of pathological changes will occur after infection?
"Ding dong——"
The melodious bell rang, and the attendant opened the pleated curtain on the wall to reveal a small rectangular window.
"Sir, the screening time you rented is up. Do you need to renew? It's 5 shillings per hour."
"Need not."
Fan Ning came to his senses, picked up his luggage and stood up.
After meeting him outside the door, the other party was still trying his best to sell: "Are you really not going to try the latest movie film we introduced this year? It is a sound version created by Kayam Film Company, with innovative picture quality, covering love,
Categories such as workplace, literature and art, suspense, thriller, etc. will definitely be more immersive and experiential than the small studio films you bring!"
Really? I'm afraid there is still a gap. When Xilan heard the last sentence, he curled his lips secretly in his heart and quickened his pace a little.
The gentle sunset set on the Pushor River Bridge, and the lights lit up one by one along the street. The two walked side by side, with the South Pier area in front of them.
"Isn't it going to Metraun and Eagles? Where do you want to take me?"
When they got to the other end of the bridge, Sheeran asked doubtfully.
It should have been a long trip, but from noon to afternoon, the two of them had not left the city of Uflandsel.
"If we are repeating the previous 'travel route', it should probably be like this. We should walk more along the way." Fan Ning stared at the ground, holding the two straps of the backpack with both hands, "And the feeling of being in the world is very good.
It makes people want to talk more about the world of 916 in the New Calendar."
"Okay, it's still your explanation style." Sheeran turned her head and looked at him, "There are many people who want to talk to you, and the list of scheduled talks is already very long, right. Senior Sister Roy will reply to you.
Yet?"
Fan Ning suddenly smiled helplessly. After some consideration, he still touched the light pole at the end of the bridge with his palm, making the light golden writing appear on the light gray wrought iron.
Outgoing and incoming letters.
"I'm back. I haven't replied for a long time. I'm very sorry. I have read all the unread letters in detail this time.
But you don’t have to rush to come to me for the time being. The external situation is complicated. It’s better to stay in the Holy City. The Harvest Art Festival is approaching. After arranging the things that should be arranged and making the preparations that should be done, we will go to Janus to find you.
Let’s get together. Keep in touch.”
"Ah! What a surprise on a gloomy and rainy day! Mr. Fan Ning finally appears and is safe!"
However, I am not in a hurry. It is very pleasant to live here. San Porto is the best city to live in in every sense. Over the past year, I have tasted a lot of delicious food and visited many interesting places.
, I attended many art salons, art exhibitions, concerts and religious activities, and also made many, many, many new friends."
So before Xilan could figure out who was worried, the handwriting gradually faded away.
Steamships and airships roared and complained, haggard artists wandered in bookstores on the Left Bank, and crowded cafes were filled with drunken laughter.
After walking for more than an hour, the two boarded the dock and Fanning bought two first-class tickets to the Metraun area.
On the ship, the door of the tavern decorated with flowers was pushed open.
Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the setting sun lingers.
"Do you need me to drink with you?" Sheeran asked.
"Whatever, order what you like."
"Then just order the same thing for me."
"Sweet white wine from Gabeviller, 6 small bottles." Fan Ning nodded, took the menu from the waiter, and flipped it directly to the back corner, "There is a lovely cooperative restaurant here that sells one.
I like my favorite stew, which also contains juniper berries and white wine, as well as smooth pickles cut into segments and thin and crunchy black pepper sausages. Let’s start with a serving.”
"Your tone makes me sound like Joan." Sheeran commented from the other side.
The waiter who took the tip thanked him and left temporarily. At this time, Sheeran asked again: "Caron, are you sure that with this level of disguise, they won't discover our whereabouts?"
The two disguised themselves to a certain extent, enough to prevent ordinary people from connecting them with famous figures, but it did not involve mysterious means.
"Oh, you are still thinking about Irving." Fan Ning pinched the gauze covering the scratched glass in his right hand with his left hand, "You found the 'whereabouts'? Then, what do you do?"
"I hope that the methods of these people under the leadership of Pogorelic can be smarter and more incomprehensible. If they still stay in the past tense, as an 'opponent', I will be very disappointed."
"Woo!!"
The steamer made a high-pitched roar.
The river's surface was jumping with broken spots of light, and was cut open inch by inch by its huge body.
The cabin swayed slightly, and the girl's face was as wet as amber wine.
What an earthly journey.
Fan Ning continued to sigh melancholy: "I am just an artist in an unofficial organization. Regarding the current situation and interests, the Special Patrol Office should have more confidential information, a clearer position, and a more dictatorial attitude than me.
If you specialize in academics and don’t understand the ‘Artist’s Art’, you should understand a little bit about the ‘Art of Struggle’, right? Otherwise, this broken world will really be hopeless.”
As his words gradually progressed to the second half——
Under Sheeran's unexpected gaze, several candles on the rose crystal candlesticks at their hands experienced an abnormally fast melting process.
The hot wax liquid flowed down and began to slowly squirm on the wooden tabletop.
"Mr. Wax?" Sheeran's expression became solemn.
They gradually twisted and deformed, solidifying into a common colloquial version of Hoffmann: