Sheeran read the third paragraph, and her halo reflected another part of the town's residents, as well as a pile of flashlights and a baton in Mr. F's hand. Blind

"I must count myself among the wasted, musty and mute deposits, erasing the count in the indescribable sum of perfection..."

When Qiong finished reading the last sentence and put out the candles, the wooden box of the "Hidden Lamp" wreckage began to oscillate, and the dim brightness around it became visible and became fluid and loud.

"Your thing? It seems to be a baton?" Mr. F said.

"I'm used to carrying it around with me. I'm a musician." Fan Ning stared at his face and spoke calmly.

"I am also a musician, especially interested in expanding sound effects and harmony systems. Now I am studying the connection between overall art and mysticism." Mr. F said.

"..." Fan Ning looked confused and didn't speak.

"Can't you remember?" Mr. F suddenly raised his beard and smiled, "Actually, this group of people today is quite interesting. At least three of you have listened to my music." Blind

The historical picture that was originally "illuminated" together should end here.

The perspective of the other three people is indeed the same.

But Fan Ning suddenly found that all the lines began to move and reorganize like a shuttle.

In a daze, he saw in the WeChat chat history on his mobile phone, a section of Fan Chenxun's oil paintings on rocks of all sizes. They seemed to be used as "parts" of stone to build some kind of large building or sculpture.

His mind flashed back to one of the few video calls before time travel, in which Fan Chenxun and a bunch of other hired people took a group photo with several financial backers who looked like fighting nations in South Asia and India.

There was a name with a Russian flavor that suddenly came to his mind.

F. Alexander Nikolayevich...blind

Finally, there is a close-up of a man.

High-collar white shirt, pure black suit, plaid tie, no glasses, cloud-shaped short black hair, wide and raised beard around the lips...

It's Mr. F.

Fan Ning suddenly felt a little familiar, not because he had met before, but because he was familiar with her before they met for the first time.

This person's image began to lose part of its "resolution" and gradually faded and became "painted".

Finally, it was "embedded" into the dazzling white light similar to a computer screen, and merged into one with the avatar of a certain entry.

"Boom!!!" Blind

Dazzling white light suddenly engulfed everything, and then black and blue bruises appeared in the field of vision that lasted for several minutes.

When Fan Ning saw the church clearly again, the altar had long been dismantled, and the other three people were looking at him with worried and doubtful eyes.

"Mr. Fan Ning, why have you been in a daze for so long?"

"Any new discoveries?"

"What is Mr. F's identity or background?"

Fan Ning opened his mouth when he heard this, but there was no sound.

New discovery?…blind

Did he should have thought of this earlier, or was he unable to think of such a thing?

Also a musician? Holistic art? Mysticism? Expanding the sound effects and harmony system? Fan Chenxun’s overseas orders?…

Have at least three people present heard the mysterious chords in the fragments of the sound sequence?...

Hehe, hehe...

Fan Ning was struck by an absurd and chilling feeling. He didn't know whether his guess was right or not, nor did he know how to explain it to his three companions.
Chapter completed!