Chapter 306 The Mutation Behind the Secret Door (4K 2-in-1)
"Sheeran? What's wrong with you!?"
Soon, Joan's voice came from the door.
When she heard the noise and came out, she saw her best friend squatting on the ground crying, and an ominous premonition came over her like a tide.
"Six Sonatas for Flute and Piano"?
Qiong's little fists were clenched tightly. After reading the teaching materials, music scores and letterheads on her desk, she suddenly remembered something and picked up the small porcelain cup at hand.
There was nothing inside. Qiong came closer and took a gentle sniff, then her expression changed drastically.
"Door!"
She pulled up Sheeran who was squatting on the ground and quickly ran out of the corridor.
Two minutes later, in front of the wall of the souvenir sales room, she first stood with her nose close to her face, then pressed the side of her face against it, carefully feeling something with her "key" spiritual sense.
The isolation secret inside is still operating, but there are very chaotic spiritual fluctuations, and there seems to be a cocoon-like layer at the mouth of the well.
"He entered the secret door, and it wasn't just him, there were many people. It's basically possible that he was from the Special Patrol Office."
Qiong gently held Xilan in her arms, patted her back, then supported her shoulders and spoke decisively:
"Sheeran, hurry up and call Lu and ask him to arrange for someone to allow me to take the earliest train to Santa Ramburg. It was originally at 7:20. It will not start until I arrive."
"What are you going to do?" Sheeran's cheeks were full of tears.
"When I got off the train at Gogol Town Station, I was going to try to save him. I remembered many, many things. The reason why I asked him for leave yesterday was related to it. Anyway, in short, it's too late to talk about it now."
"Save him? Gogol Town?" Xilan was stunned for a moment, "I'm going too, I'll be with you."
"No, you won't be able to help. Then, if you contact Senior Sister Roy urgently, how should you deal with a series of changes related to the premiere, and whether the letter he left should be published?
You and I are not sure how to announce it or how it would be more appropriate for her to handle it... We have to act separately. It's useless for me to accompany you and comfort you. It's too late to explain. You believe me and do as I do. You are also needed here.
, I have to go now."
"Then, there was a letter under my pillow, and I gave it to my parents."
Joan's voice was as lively and cheerful as ever, but Sheeran could tell from her eyes and face that her personality and temperament seemed to have undergone some subtle changes compared to the past.
The next moment, her small figure had already rushed out the door.
Xilan stood there blankly for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and stopped crying.
"He'll be fine for sure."
"But if he leaves, I will protect this spiritual land for him."
She took out her handkerchief and wiped her face hard, then forced herself to stop sobbing, her eyes became firm and resolute, and her thin figure also flew upstairs.
"The trip at 7:20? So urgent?" Lu's voice on the other side of the phone was very surprised. "The arrangement is not difficult, but will Miss Nehemiah be back in time for the evening performance?"
"Something unexpected happened." Sheeran gritted his teeth, but tried his best to keep his tone calm, "Anyway, I will tell you in private after the band gathers in the afternoon."
"Accident?" Lu instinctively had a bad premonition.
"Okay." "Dududu"
Sheeran spun the wheel again for the second set of numbers.
"Mr. Fanning? Good morning."
It was almost seven o'clock at the moment, and Roy was a little surprised to receive such an early call from the music director's office.
Hearing that gentle and intellectual voice, and once again seeing the suit jacket draped on the office chair, as well as the tie and pocket watch next to the pen holder, the emotions Sheeran had just suppressed surged uncontrollably.
"Senior Roy, he is no longer here."
When the other party called his name, his faintly suppressed cry made Roy's heart suddenly sink.
After learning the basic situation and Qiong's arrangements, she was silent for more than a minute before speaking:
"I am coming over now."
At 7:45, she appeared at the door of the office.
"Senior Roy." Seeing the tall figure in black dress in front of her, Xilan felt that the sense of security she had lost after Qiong left just now was back.
Roy's face was as pale as paper, but his tone was very calm. He walked up to Sheeran and gently touched her hair.
"It's okay, let me think about it first."
Then she took a deep breath and picked up the letter Fan Ning left.
The content was already known to her over the phone, but she read it a few more times before frowning and thinking about it.
"Senior Roy," Sheeran said, "his tone was not a private message, but an announcement to the public. There will not be the fourth round of additional seat sales later, there will be people, media and music
People in the industry, do we need to announce it? If it is postponed until the afternoon or even evening, all the music fans who come to the venue will be disappointed."
"No, you can wait." Roy raised his head.
"I guess when he wrote this notice, he was not sure that something like this would happen immediately. He just had a bad premonition. Look -"
Her fingers lightly traced the signature "Carolon Van Nin."
"This signature has no date!"
"In the whole text, the only thing related to the time node is 'from now on', but this is not a clear time, which shows that he left some room or some hope."
"When it wasn't announced, it hadn't happened yet, and the fact that the premiere was aborted hadn't happened yet. Mr. Fanning left part of the choice of the timing of the announcement in our hands, and didn't Miss Nehemiah also say she remembered it?
Did she get something and then try to save him? She might have some effective method."
Roy forced a smile when he said this: "Maybe, he will return to the command podium before 8 o'clock in the evening?"
"He will come back?" Sheeran's eyes lit up briefly, then dimmed again, "Those people from the Special Patrol Hall, him, our orchestra."
Although he was speechless, Roy still understood what she meant.
She pondered for a while and then spoke:
"Mr. Fanning resigned as director of the orchestra and handed over the Turner Art Hall to you, but you are also a member of the Guidance School. This is still a public art facility under the protection of the Guidance School, so all this is not enough.
Disconnect the relationship. But at the same time, he directly quit the Guidance School!"
"So the nature of the matter is not the so-called 'left hand for right hand'. Mr. Fanning's personal grudges with the Special Patrol Office are one thing, but everything in the Turner Art Hall has completely nothing to do with him anymore. "Second Symphony"
"Music" will always be premiered. Even if it dies today, we will soon. If the Special Inspection Office interferes with the operation of the old symphony orchestra without justifiable reasons, it will only prepare and guide the school to break up with the art world.
, the relationship between academics, aristocrats and factory owners and investors is at loggerheads, and they are preparing to gain notoriety in the extraordinary world."
"Imagine that the leader of the discussion group violates the basic principle of 'containing the spread of abnormal areas' and deliberately destroys cultural venues and hinders the development of human art?" Roy analyzed the situation in a calm tone, "All of the above, the style of the Special Inspection Office is strong but
He is not a fool. Although Pogorelic is recognized as the strongest 'enforcer of order' today, he does not have enough interests, and there is no need to make unnecessary enemies in front of the 'saints' of the church and the 'advisors' of the school in the discussion group..."
"In other words, there are 'costs' or 'pressures' when they decide to kidnap a man with dual identities like Mr. Fan Ning to go into dangerous places. Only the benefits of the wreckage of the Origin God or the secrets of the Abnormal Zone can offset the costs.
, simply Turner Hall and the Old Symphony Orchestra do not have this benefit.”
She touched Sheeran's hair again, and then made a suggestion calmly: "Let everything go as usual during the day. Just tell Olga, Congreve and the two guest conductors about the 'possible cancellation'. Let Virgil do it for the orchestra."
Or Lausanne prepares a set of replacement repertoire. If the "Second Symphony" cannot be performed, Mr. Fanning's announcement will be announced in an "unexpected and temporary" tone, and aftermath arrangements will be made - the choice of four options will be given to
Music fans: Accept the replacement of the track, wait for the replacement performance in the future, refund the original price on the spot, or exchange the ticket stub for the same price for other performances... The above are preparations for the worst case scenario, and we may not be able to use them."
"Senior Roy, I listen to you." Sheeran sniffed, the violin sheet music still being held tightly in her arms: "But I'm really worried that he can't come out, although Qiong said
I can try to save him, but I am still worried, I am afraid that neither of them will be able to get out, and I always feel a little regretful that I was not with Qiong just now."
"He will come out, you have to believe in him." Roy seemed to smile confidently, "When has he ever let everyone down? I think what I'm worried about now is mainly whether he can come out in time, or whether he can come out in time.
Can he still return to the command post after he comes out, right? There is no doubt that there is a conflict between him and the authorities, but maybe it is not as bad and irreconcilable as we thought?"
Xilan said "Yeah": "Then I'll go change first, and then make contact arrangements."
"Go on, it's okay, I'm here."
Roy smiled and turned his head sideways, picking up the "Six Cello Unaccompanied Suites" that she had seen earlier.
As she read through it, her expression and breathing were no longer calm, and her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
You'd better tell me everything.
When you said goodbye that day at the Manor in the small town of Hivalre, when you stepped on the accelerator so deeply, I'm afraid it wasn't because you were angry before, or because you were having a little temper, but because you had made some kind of determination, right?
Did you look at me when I was standing under the gaslight? With your character, you didn't even look at me.
Her eyes finally started to turn red, and when she saw the familiar ornament hanging on the drawer handle, she slowly opened it with a blank mind.
A neat stack of envelopes.
"Asshole!!" Tears burst from her face instantly.
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"Sir, it's over, there's a door in this wall."
After a long time in the well, Salman's echo came from below again.
"Be careful when you go in," Norma Gunn ordered.
When investigators stepped in one after another, Fan Ning was stunned for a moment in disbelief.
Is it over?
By the way, I have been making calculations just now, and I didn't notice that the time feels wrong. It seems to be longer than last time.
According to memories, this is a tower-shaped structure with severely uneven height distribution, and the top should be a dim hall symbolizing the origin of the World Source God.
It is not too far from the wellhead, and it didn't take the three of us too long to reach this height last time.
Further down, there is a strange hall covered with question marks, which may contain the symbols of the Anonymous Gods. The height difference is only less than ten meters lower.
Further down, the third layer, the "Original God Layer" is deep enough.
However, the "Qiyuan Divine Level" is still far away from the underground river cave at the bottom with the "Dome Door" style painted on it.
How can we get to the end now?
He didn't think so many people could have missed anything before.
In extreme surprise, Fan Ning lined up and stepped down, his toes touched the stone bricks, and the "eyeball-style" door with a touch of bright red paint came into view.
This trace and style are unmistakable.
His spiritual sense even captured the ashes and base of the candle in the complicated hollow candlestick embedded next to the armrest.
At that time, the three of us from nearly a year ago had left behind.
But what about the two doors above? What about the underground river cave further down?
Why is there nothing?
Is there only one main part of the underground building, the "Qiyuan Shen layer"?
"It is indeed the style of the Tulungarian dynasty."
He Meng, at the back, gazed at the door's bronze texture and eyeball-shaped opening.
"The deep well that is suspected of being an alchemist association, the candlesticks in the complicated style of the third history, and the ancient corridor are abruptly connected, which is in line with similar hybrid phenomena recorded in historical archives." Gang nodded.
Surrounded by seven investigators, Fan Ning followed the crowd in, followed by two Insighters, and fell into the strange and ancient dim corridor one by one.
Everyone was watching carefully, and Fan Ning was also looking around without saying a word.
He found that there were indeed some changes here, just like the walls of the well.
The soles of my feet were slimy, the wall tiles were cracked, and a vaguely unsettling dangerous smell was seeping out of the cracks.
Was it the result of the "paint ball" passing by last time? Or was there some new unknown change later?
I was able to notice it because I had made comparisons, but the people in the Special Patrol Office probably didn't know.
While Fan Ning was on guard, he was also paying attention to the actions and reactions of these people.
As Fan Ning was thinking, everyone walked into the "gallery" from the corridor. Some of the abstract paintings composed of human body transmutation pigments on the wall had fallen off, and some were still arrogant.
Several investigators were carefully taking samples, and the two inspectors squinted their eyes carefully to observe.
His reaction with horror and uncertainty was similar to that of Fan Ning and his party.
But what happened next puzzled Fan Ning.
The two investigators took out a spray can-shaped silver metal device and sprayed it on the abstract painting.
"Chi—" "Chi—"
The contagious pure white mist spread, and everywhere it went was as quiet as ice. Except for the two chief inspectors, everyone shuddered.
"The radiant essence of the 'barren' phase?" Fan Ning noticed the heterogeneous colors permeating the gallery.
In addition to this rare and extraordinary material, there are many unidentified components.
The colorful paint on the abstract painting begins to fade to a pale white.
The investigators then aimed at each other's heads and pressed the spray can button.
Their hair and clothing also begin to fade.
Immediately afterwards, the two men, including the two chief inspectors, treated the hair and clothes of the team members one by one until they were pale white.
This kind of behavior of taking weird things and inexplicably putting them on himself made Fan Ning secretly begin to wonder if these people were contaminated by something.
Just when he was puzzled, with a "chi" sound, the watering can turned around and pointed directly at his face.
"What are you doing! Are you crazy!?" He took a step back angrily.
In fact, the reaction was already very fast, and the distance was instantly opened.
But the dispersion range of this white mist was too far, and I was still sprayed all over.
"Pay tribute to a certain existence." The gentleman opposite said emotionlessly and continued to move forward without even looking at him.
"Stop talking nonsense and follow up." Norma Gunn from behind said coldly.