Old-time musicians

Fan Ning finally understood at this moment.

Why can’t people in this world come up with anything useful even if they try hard to think of it? They just think it’s good music material.

Including Professor Anton, and also his original owner before time travel.

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Just like pop songs, only if you have listened to the song many times, you can immediately recognize it even if you don't listen to the melody, as long as a few chords are played in the intro.

Their previous research method was indeed to regard them as musical materials, partially intercepting, disassembling, splicing and combining them to facilitate their own creation.

But as the professor said in his diary, these sound sequences are mixed with another part of "mysterious chords", and the color effect may be a bit weird.

He still remembered the teacher’s previous advice:

"This mysterious chord must not be played casually. If you want to try out how it sounds, you must mix it with a large number of other materials, or do not step on the sustain pedal to prevent the sounds from resonating together."

For example, Fan Ning read out one of the groups: C, F sharp, B, E an octave higher, A an octave higher, D an octave higher...

The tones in this chord are mostly stacked in pure fourths, augmented fourths, etc., which is completely different from the third structure of conventional chords.

Fan Ning can probably imagine the sound effect: the colors are cold, empty, and a little weird.

Even Professor Anton, who has never heard these classical music works, can still find their strangeness, but he just can't figure out why, so he studies hard.

As for Fan Ning, this will not disturb him even more.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall, and thought.

"Beethoven's "Tempest Sonata"?...Chopin's "Etude on the Black Keys"?...Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony"?..."

Fan Ning repeatedly tried to figure out the names of these 11 works in his mind, as well as his auditory memory, but he never found any special meaning.

"Da da da da da da" the sound of the carriage continued to sound.

When he opened his eyes again, Fan Ning looked at the dense notes and finally caught something!

These 11 tone series fragments are all recorded in the simplest key, that is, C major or A minor, which are all white keys on the piano.

But the 11 works hidden behind them must have different tones!

It is equivalent to when they were recorded as sound series fragments, they were all moved to the simplest key!

Similar to when singing in KTV, the original song is raised or lowered in key, and all become the same key.

Why?

Deliberately erasing the tonal differences between them?

Tonality…

Fan Ning's eyes flashed, he took out a small notebook from his inner pocket and unscrewed the pen cap.

He wrote it again.

The first one: Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 17 "The Tempest"" in D minor.

Second piece: Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 21 "Dawn" in C major.

The third piece: Bach's "Goldberg Variations" in G major.

The fourth piece: Schubert's "Piano Sonata No. 21" in B flat major.

Piece 5: Mozart's "Clarinet Concerto" in A major

Sixth: Liszt "Sonata in B minor", B minor

Piece 7: Shostakovich's "Symphony No. 9" in E flat major

Piece 8: Chopin's "Etude on the Black Keys" in G flat major

Sheet 9: Mendel's Song "Violin Concerto", E minor

Picture 10: Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony", F minor

Piece 11: Chopin's "Polonaise in A flat major", in A flat major

"I understand."

There are only 12 tone names in the world, namely the seven white keys and the five black keys of the piano.

There are 11 tones corresponding to the 11 works.

The only thing missing is——

C sharp! It’s Do sharpened by a semitone!

Missing, C sharp?

so what?

"We've arrived at Lenvan Avenue in East Mecklon, sir." The coachman's voice interrupted Fan Ning's thoughts.

"Chila, chila, chila..." Fan Ning tore the paper into pieces, crumpled it into a ball, and got out of the car.

No. 115 Lenvan Avenue, this small simple townhouse is his current residence - the house is not far from the art museum and was once used to provide accommodation for 4-5 art museum employees.

The air was damp and cold, and the wrought iron patterns on the stair handrails were greasy and gray. Fan Ning climbed the steps step by step, passed through the yellowed posters posted on them, and opened the door to his home.

It has a living room, a simple kitchen and an underground storage room. Upstairs are two small rooms that can be used as bedrooms, with a separate bathroom. Although the space is not large, it is more than enough for one person to live in today.

More importantly, in this era when many middle-class people need to rent a house, it belongs entirely to Fanning - the current market valuation is about 500-600 pounds.

Fan Ning opened the piggy bank on the second floor, added a few shillings to his trouser pocket, and then put on an old but more flexible brown windbreaker.

Finally, he thought again and put on a tallow candle and a small box of yellow phosphorus matches.

After finishing preparations, we set off on foot to the Turner Art Museum.

He walked past the townhouses in this area, through an alleyway of shabby houses, and came to Litchi Street, which runs parallel to Lenvan Avenue.

This area is the most prosperous area in East Mecklon, with horse-drawn carriages and cars coming in an endless stream, and crowds of people passing by.

Walk a little further east, pass a bright and neat cafe, and turn in at the animal sculpture.

A section of narrow alley downhill, more than 300 meters away, he saw the gate of the courtyard and the three-story large building inside.

The deeper the alley, the darker the light. The iron fence of the yard has long been rusted, and the iron gate is not locked, weakly ajar.

Fanning reached out and pulled out a disturbing creaking sound, then stepped in.

In this city filled with industrial waste gas, acid rain and dust, everything is being eroded at a double speed.

Under his feet are uneven stone bricks, clumps of unknown yellow weeds grow from the gaps, and are in a bleak state. There are also a few piles of messy old things in the corner of the yard.

The art gallery in front of him no longer has the color he remembers. In the night, the walls of the building are thick gray and black, and the oval windows on the first floor folded in the narrow arch are all locked tightly.

He walked up the steps, moved the dusty and greasy closure notice rack away, leaned his chest upwards, and opened the heavy brass lock with the key hanging around his neck.

The smell of decay and mold mixed with dust filled the air.

The empty guide hall had only a reception desk of unknown color.

Following his memory, Fanning found an empty lantern behind the table, poured out the dust, replaced it with a tallow candle in his pocket, and lit it with a yellow phosphorus match.

Then he closed the door and locked it.

The air here was full of the smell of decay, mold and dust, but there was no tightness in breathing. The vents in the entire building should still be functioning normally.

It was the hearing that fell into absolute silence and the vision that fell into extreme darkness.

Except for the faint light of the lantern in his hand, there was a visible distance of several meters.

Fanning felt that this space was becoming more and more strange and unreal.

He suddenly felt a little scared and instinctively wanted to turn around and open the door to let in the little light outside.

But he hesitated rationally and gave up the idea for the sake of caution.

There was no water supply and lighting here for a long time. In such a large area, there was also an upstairs. What was the point of having a little light source at the door?

And it was mainly unsafe to open the door.

After calming down, Fan Ning began to search for the original owner's memories from two or three years ago in the dim light.

After a while, he suddenly frowned.

Among the various complex and uncomfortable smells, there seemed to be a faint smell of rot.

Dead rats? The old and dilapidated bathroom sewer? Or

Don't scare yourself.

Fan Ning calmed down, took the lantern and walked, ready to go to the mobile exhibition hall on the first floor first.