When the piano sound ended, Van Gogh smiled knowingly: "Wonderful piano sound. You are a 'weirdo' just like me." Moonlight's cheeks were red: "Compared with your artistic attainments, this is nothing. .”
"No, no... I remembered, I heard an unsigned record, and the temperament of the piano sound is the same as yours - you are the 'pianist on the ocean'!" It was just an improvisation. , discovered the true identity of Yuexia Solo, Yueguang and Sean were stunned for a moment.
"It's...it's me." Facing Van Gogh, Moonlight could only admit. The painter suddenly became interested: "I often listen to that record and draw, and it feels wonderful. To be honest, I just saw that your mask is related to piano playing, so I invited you in."
"I didn't expect it was you. It seems that God has arranged for us to meet tonight..." With black tea and the scenery outside the window, the few of them chatted like old friends.
Time passed. In the venue, St. Chris, Phillips, Nietzsche and others finished speaking one by one and sent the saints away. The president finally no longer had to stay in the venue for the time being.
A very important visitor arrived tonight, so he left the scene and took the elevator alone to his office.
Phillips was a little drunk, so he asked his secretary to pour him a cup of hot tea. Sitting behind the desk, his eyes looked at a photo placed on the bookcase. He was young and stood with another person of the same age.
The man's hair was disheveled and flowing. The two of them stood in the summer sunshine, both smiling happily. Below the photo was handwriting: "ETH Zurich 1900." Phillips' eyes stayed in the black and white square, as if he had returned to that time. Time and space in photographs.
They had just rowed a boat and planned to sit in a cafe. The photographer had already set up an old-fashioned camera on the shore. They were standing on the shore. The sun was a little bright at the time, and he had to squint his eyes.
They were all young at the time, and they all felt that they would definitely do something in the future... Phillips didn't realize that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
He took out his pocket watch and took a look. Suddenly, there was a very strange knocking sound at the door, first densely connected, and then two long-drawn knocks.
he came. Phillips got up with some excitement and opened the office door himself. He saw a man standing outside the door who seemed to be still.
Mr. Albert Einstein, an old classmate, came to the New Testament again. Phillips waited patiently for Einstein's next move.
The visitor came over with a smile and quickly opened his arms. Phillips hugged him, embracing a person outside of time and once again walking into his rugged time zone.
"Albert! It took a long time this time, why didn't you come to me earlier?"
"There are a lot of topics to think about, and I just happen to be hiding alone."
"This is not possible, the rugged time zone is not that safe. If this curse is not lifted soon, the next time we see you, it is likely that you will be the remains of a hundred years ago.
"Don't talk so much, let's bring you back first." Phillips led Einstein to sit down. He picked up his pocket watch from the table and sat across from him.
Phillips put his pocket watch in the air, devoted himself to it, and his vision extended beyond Einstein on the opposite side, out the window like a surrealist painting.
A towering white tower stands between heaven and earth. Time seemed to have stopped, and Phillips came to the sanctuary of the White Tower.
He looked up at the huge building in front of him, which stood unchanged forever. The sun is moving in the sky, causing the shadow of the White Tower to slowly change and rotate, like a huge natural hour hand.
On the ground swept by the shadow hour hand, some white flowers are blooming and some are declining. Time seems to be rushing here.
There are many small white towers among the flowers. Their shadows rotate at different speeds, as if symbolizing time in different worlds.
There are other people in the White Tower Sanctuary, people from other worlds who have signed contracts with the Lord of Time.
In this sanctuary, Phillips is searching. His eyes swept across the small white towers, and the shadow of Arthur Merlin appeared above one of them.
That was a warning. The detective had previously tampered with the definition of the prime meridian without authorization, and had been targeted by the White Tower.
If there is another act of desecrating time, he will be thrown into a rugged time zone. He continued walking and searching, and finally he saw the figure of his old classmate.
The small white tower belonging to Einstein is no different from the others, but the shadows on the ground change irregularly, sometimes at extremely fast speeds, sometimes as if they are still...Albert Einstein, because of his proposal The theory of relativity shakes the sanctity of the Lord of Time, and is directly punished.
Phillips came to the white tower of his old friend and knelt down on one knee. He knew that Albert didn't care about the Time Lord's punishment: his friend was someone special.
However, he also knew that if left unchecked, Albert would soon fall into a decades-long time valley.
For him, time will be as if it has stood still, and when he comes out again, he will be very old or already dead.
For others, it may only be a second. His old classmate and friend, the owner of the most precious brain in the world today, is likely to disappear in time.
Phillips couldn't accept this happening, so he half-knelt in front of Albert's White Tower.
He softly called the name of the Lord of the White Tower, saying that he would use his own time and life to atone for his friend's transgression and mediate.
The White Tower heard his call, and a gust of west wind blew through the figure of Connor Phillips. Countless figures were blown away by the wind like fallen leaves.
His time was sacrificed to the Lord of the White Tower. Phillips seems to be getting older again. And the shadow under the white tower in front of him finally synchronized with the shadow that looked like a pillar of heaven and earth.
"That's it." He smiled slightly and tried to stand up, but found that his knees were getting weaker.
He had no choice but to change his position, and with difficulty he used his two knees to prop up his older body,
"That's good." He patted the dust on his knees and turned around to leave. But he saw a man in a black trench coat standing next to him and looking at him.
This man wore a black gem-like mask that was polished and translucent, and a white light emerged from the depths of the mask, outlining it into a question mark.
"Old man, I don't understand. You are the person chosen by the White Tower in your world, and you are one of the most precious people. Why would you use your life to free a person who was punished by the White Tower? You know - forgive me Frankly speaking, you look like you don't have a few years left to live." Phillips still had that peaceful smile on his face: "Everyone has their own time.
"And I believe that my friend's time is of the greatest importance to the world.
“If he can leave the rugged time zone, he will make a more significant contribution to the times.
"Even the crystallization of his thoughts can finally solve the myths that have troubled us for thousands of years. Let us enter a new era, one..." Phillips did not continue, adjusted his hat, and continued to move forward.
"This is priceless to me." The old man gradually walked away.