It was like there was a layer of film that blocked the light and caused him to deviate.
Angel walked over step by step and walked to the offset of the light. He took control of a broom lying on the side of the road and slowly stretched it forward. The "membrane" in Angel's imagination did not appear. The broom passed through the place where the light was offset smoothly. From the visual inspection, the quality and energy of the broom did not lose significantly.
However, the light has changed a bit.
The street lamp originally used the handle of the broom to reflect a pure white light, but when the broom passed through the light deviation, it was obvious that the pure white light on the handle appeared a little dim.
A stick handles the reflected light, showing two different degrees of reflection.
It is enough to see that there is indeed something strange about the deviation of the light.
Angel guessed that maybe on the side of the light deviation, there is a special field that can absorb part of the visible light... and shield the transmission of sound
Guessing doesn't count in the end, but you still have to experiment with it yourself.
Angel tentatively stretched out a finger and went through it. Without any strange feeling, he retracted his fingers again, still no problem.
Looking at the unchanged fingers, Angel can roughly determine that the area where the light is shifted should not affect the soul body.
Some people can see from the inside that the inner area shouldn't have much problem with the body.
So Angel took a bold step forward and stepped into the area where the light was offset.
When Angel entered this area, he was stunned.
The originally quiet world suddenly changed, and the pavement came to sing in unison: "Praise the queen, praise the moonlight, praise the place that is about to be developed into territory~"
If he guessed, there is some kind of domain field, which shields the outgoing sound and creates a communication line of noise and silence.
Angel turned his head and wanted to see what would happen when he explored from the inside out. But when he turned his head, he found that he could no longer see the way he came from... Behind him, there was a black foggy area.
Shark oil street lights? Bent light? does not exist at all!
Angel tried to go back and forth, but found that the black fog completely blocked his turning route. When he walked into the black fog, he would always return to the same place. Just like the edge of the realm of darkness that shrouds the city that never sleeps, you are only allowed in, but not out.
Since he couldn't go back, Angel could only go forward.
Angel planned to fly in from the air to find the trace of Nausicaa. But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Just when Angel was about to lift off, one of the group of people singing praises turned his neck and found Angel behind him when they were "dancing".
He immediately took a few steps back and shouted, "Praise Sharapova!"
In the unison of everyone's singing, a discordant voice suddenly appeared, which immediately caused the response of other parasites, and Angel was immediately exposed to everyone's sight.
The praise arias that they sang repeatedly had all changed because of Angel's appearance.
Between "Praise the Queen" and "Praise the Moonlight", there was an additional "Praise Sharapova", and while singing, he also saluted to Angel. After the salute, they consciously stepped back and made way for Angel to open a wide road.
Angel originally planned to sneak in, but it had to end because of this.
He was expressionless, thinking about what to do next, two shadows fell from the sky and appeared in front of Angel.
On the left is Frog the Frog Aria in a small suit and brown curly hair, and on the right is Fox the red fox in a veil.
As soon as they landed, Fox played the harp in his hand.
The melodious music slanted out from the harp, and along with the sound of the harp, Frog took a deep breath, propped up the chest of the slouchy little suit, and recited an aria of unknown meaning affectionately.
Angel forced himself to smile and listened to Frog's aria.
Papa Papa Angel clapped his palms three times, and smiled at Frog with a very rich expression: "Mr. Frog's aria, like the brightness of the bright moon, shines into my heart, it is really wonderful."
This praise made Frog very new, holding his head high and squinting his bulging bubble eyes, as if he had turned into a bright moon.
Angel turned to look at Fox again, and in her reserved expression, she admired with a smile: "Ms. Fox's harp is as good as ever, and I can't help but recall the Queen's elegant face."
This flattery made these two very useful. Fox smiled, leaning back and forth, his flaming tail covering his face, and with the tail swaying, the fragrance overflowed: "Your Excellency Sharapova is also the same as before, with a high level of appreciation."
"Yes, Lord Sharapova is my bosom friend. Quack, it's a pity that there is not enough accompanying music in this place abandoned by the moon, otherwise Frog will definitely give Lord Sharapova the highest standard of performance." Flo Grid's speech has always been cadence, like an aria, with peaks and lows.
Angel stood aside with a smile on his face, nodding from time to time, as if responding to Frog's words. But in his heart, there was a sigh, it seems that this time he is going to perform his acting skills again. Fortunately, he is also considered to be someone who has fought in the wizarding world. Although his acting skills are not superb, he is not so clumsy that people can see through it at a glance.
"I felt the breath of Lord Sharapova just now. The shock soaring to the sky almost tore apart half of the passage. Fortunately, Lord Sharapova stopped in time, otherwise this effort might be in vain." Fox said: " Could it be that Your Majesty Sharapova has already begun to come?"
The real body is coming? Shouldn't it be referring to... the right hand
Angel rolled his eyes: "At present, only a part of it has come, but it is still a little difficult to control. I almost destroyed the passage just now, so I used the soul to get out of the body."
Angel murmured vaguely.
Fox nodded without doubt: "Yes, this world can't tolerate Lord Sharapova's real body, and part of it is also a long-term way."
Seeing that Fox seemed to have the intention to talk to him, Angel quickly changed the subject. He had no idea what kind of existence he was in their eyes.
"You are here for..." Angel deliberately slowed down his voice. He seemed to know everything well, but in fact he used words and eyes to express ambiguous meaning.
"Naturally it's for the Queen's tour... quack, unfortunately, the Queen doesn't bother to come in places where the moonlight can't shine, so she sends a nasty guy." Frog was very excited when he spoke, the brown curly hair on his head, Fluttering jump.
The queen disdains to come? Angel squinted his eyes. He didn't believe that the existence did not covet this world. If she didn't come, I'm afraid it wasn't because she was disdainful, but she couldn't come because she had other reasons
"The annoying guy in your mouth, shouldn't it be Yorkshire, the puppeteer?" Angel raised his eyebrows and asked.
"That's it, quack, and secretly brought the stupid dog of Minister Dim here. Minister Dim is estimated to be angry and run to the moon."
Minister Deem? A new name appeared. When he wrote down the name, Angel also had the figure of a middle-aged man in his mind. Angel also knew a Dim, but that Dim was a blacksmith from Pat Manor. It is estimated that this Minister Dim is the projection of the blacksmith Dim, right
"When you say dog, do you mean it?" Angel stepped aside, revealing the Dalmatians wagging its tail behind him.
Fox and Frog looked at each other and sighed: "That's it. It ran away from this mezzanine space not long ago. I didn't expect it to meet Your Excellency Sharapova."
Their words surprised Angel for a moment. The reason he was stunned was not that the identity of the dog was finally revealed, but what they mentioned: the mezzanine space.
"This is the mezzanine space?" Angel whispered suspiciously in his heart.
Of course he knew what the mezzanine space was. At the time of the twilight shooting, he forcibly sensed the "queen", and finally constructed a very extravagant banquet room, which is the mezzanine space.
In other words, as long as the mezzanine space is cut off with special techniques, it is a nightmare!
This is a natural interlayer space, and according to the records in "Mystery of the Nightmare Realm" written by Sanders, there is a mezzanine space, which also means that there is a... half channel!
As for the so-called half-channel, Angel suddenly raised his head.
Although the way to leave is blocked here, he can still see the dark vortex in the sky.
Come to think of it, this is the half channel of this mezzanine space
Angel put away the surprise in his heart and asked unintentionally, "Why didn't you see Yorkshire?"
"That nasty guy, went out to look for this dog, but it seems that he met a rebellious Nightmare Watcher halfway through, and he is now in a stalemate with that person." Frog gloated a little.
Unlike Frog's attitude, Fox showed a hint of worry.
Nightmare Watcher, I guess you are talking about a mentor, right
Angel nodded and walked forward. As he walked, he observed the parasites around him from the corner of his eye to see if he could find the trace of Nausicaa.
It's a pity that the light is a little dark, and many people make strange movements and expressions. In addition, when Angel comes over, they dodge back, making the already blurred vision even more unclear.
After thinking about it, now that it was exposed, Angel simply broke the jar and asked Toby to take out the oil lamp from the space and put it in his mouth as a bird holding the lamp.
Fox and Frog also didn't react much to Toby, who had already made an appearance during the last twilight shoot.
"You said just now that the Queen can't go out on tour this time. What will you do next?" While searching for Nausicaa, Angel did not forget to spy on the information.
"The location here is good, you should be able to stay here temporarily to recover your strength." Fox said.
So, do they plan to make this a stronghold like Pocrates? 19