Old-time musicians

The signs of the shops on both sides of Letchi Street glowed with warm light.

Fanning looked normal, walking slowly to the west, stopping at a shop from time to time to look at the goods in the window.

He was thinking very fast in his heart.

"Who is following me?"

From the information known now, the biggest possibility is two parties: the mysterious force behind the serial death case in the school, or the Special Patrol Office.

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"If it comes from a mysterious force, what is his purpose? Where is the bottom line of concern? What if it is the Special Patrol Office?"

The previous force should not make trouble openly.

It may not be safe to go home, but in public places, as long as it is not too late, it should be safe.

What if it is the Special Patrol Office?

In theory, I am not afraid of them.

Or maybe I'm not really scared. Although the secret of my time travel has a certain risk of being discovered by the "knowers" who have extraordinary powers... On the other hand, I am a victim after all, and the inexplicable shadow in my heart has not dissipated. Their intervention is not a bad thing for me.

But who knew that after going to the art gallery and getting some information, the current situation is a bit subtle.

Fanning's mind emerged with his father's work file.

And the symbol papyrus in the inner pocket of his windbreaker, which I don't know what it is for.

Although I don't know the rules, positions and styles of the Special Patrol Bureau, at least they investigate mysterious incidents and seize contraband, right?

Does this thing in my pocket count?

As an official agency of the imperial authorities, I don't know if they will investigate people based on evidence or law?

"I'm just a student. I really have no ability to resist being involved in such things."

Fanning suddenly wanted to be a "knower".

"Don't go home for the time being." He did not choose to turn into the alley connecting Letchi Street and Lunwan Avenue, but continued forward.

"If I take a cab and go around, will it help?"

"Or take it to school?"

"No"

Thinking of the confined space of the cab, Fanning felt it was even more dangerous.

As for the campus? If it was very safe there, how did the people in front die?

Fanning's pace slowed down a bit, but he was still almost at the intersection.

What to do?

He stood at the intersection pretending to wait for a car, but he was still helpless.

The feeling of being spied on and feeling like a thorn in the back was always there.

"Sir, do you need a hotel tonight?" A young man in a short jacket was soliciting customers for his tavern.

"No, thank you." Fanning refused with a smile, and then looked at the road sign decorated with wrought tin hollow patterns.

The east-west direction is Letchi Street, and the north-south direction is Kesden Street.

"Kesden Street?"

Fanning frowned slightly.

"Yes, the letter from Teacher Anton asked me to visit Sir Viadrin at No. 43, Kezdon Street, East Mecklen District."

Because the letter said that Sir Viadrin was out and it would be safer for him to go in December, he did not always put this matter at the top of his mind.

"Will it be useful for me to go now?"

Fanning's expression was a little uncertain.

Although he trusted the person recommended by Teacher Anton very much, it was only November 24th today, and this person might not be back now.

And he went to learn piano from him.

If there was a conflict, could the piano be used to hit people?

But he really had no choice now. Was this the only "treasure bag" left by Teacher Anton for him?

Many thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. After making a decision, Fanning no longer hesitated and turned right!

There was a lot less traffic here.

Walked south along Kezdon Street for a while and came to the next big intersection.

If you turn left here, it is Lunwan Avenue, and you can walk to your residence not far away.

But Fanning chose to keep going forward!

No. 40, No. 41, No. 42…

No. 43, Kezdon Street!

At the corner of the street, Fanning saw two pomegranate tree pots at the door, a small transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, tables and chairs and decorations mainly in lavender and red, and a few scattered customers who were almost finished with their meals…

Are you kidding me, this is a small restaurant?

Fanning's eyes were a little confused, not knowing whether he should go in.

He looked around and didn't find anything. But when he looked up, he saw an extremely ugly plaque on the second floor. The font, color, and layout style on it could drive a designer crazy:

[Woodpecker Consulting Office]

Well, as the address recommended by Teacher Anton, this name should sound more reliable than a restaurant, at least closer to his expectations.

But Fanning wandered around the corner and couldn't find where to get to the Woodpecker Consulting Office.

The uneasy feeling of being watched from behind became stronger and stronger, and Fan Ning even felt that the person in the dark was about to pounce on him.

He looked at the entrance of the hotel, gritted his teeth, and stepped onto the luxurious carpet at the door.

The warm air soaked his whole body, and the chill of late autumn was dispelled without a trace.

Along with it came the extremely tempting aroma of food, which was a mixture of the aroma of meat cooked with special spices, the fragrance of fruits and vegetables, and the sweet aroma of cakes.

He inevitably had an extremely hungry appetite, and felt that his entire stomach had been emptied. He was so hungry that he saw stars and his legs and feet were weak. He could eat a cow.

"Excuse me, sir, we just closed." A young waitress in a light-colored corset skirt said.

"Oh..." Fanning responded while looking inside as much as possible. He saw a young man at the cashier's desk looking down at a thick book, and there was another person in a chef's uniform who left his back to clean up the dishes. Besides, there was only this waitress.

"Um, no, are you the woodpecker or something?" Fanning choked on his saliva and spoke with a guilty conscience.

The young man at the cashier looked up and put on the black-framed glasses at his side, looking at Fanning: "Our consulting offices are closed at the same time, sir, please come tomorrow."

"Um, I'm looking for Sir Viadrin. I'm Carloen Fanning, a student of Professor Anton Konar." Fanning wondered why his ability to express himself suddenly became unsmooth.

Is it because he didn't eat much all day and is now starving?

"Anton's student?" A loud voice floated from somewhere high up.

At this moment, Fanning suddenly felt that the uneasy feeling like a thorn in his back receded.

Not far from the door, a place he had not noticed before, a curtain with a fabric color similar to the environment was pulled open, revealing the stairs leading to the second floor.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray short top and white canvas pants came down.

"President." The two people next to him greeted him.

His facial features were sharp, his skin was dark, his figure was burly, he was almost bald, his limbs were as stable as cables, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Fanning even felt that this was not like the temperament of the pianist he expected.

Of course, he still greeted politely: "Hello, are you Sir Viadrin?"

The bald man looked at Fanning scrutinizingly, which made him feel a little flustered.

After a long while, the bald man asked, "Have you eaten?"

"???Ah?" Fan Ning suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"I'm asking you, have you eaten?" The man's voice got louder.