Old-time musicians

"Mr. Vasius, there are a group of reporters gathered at the door."

A civilian staff member of the Special Patrol Office in police uniform hurried over to him.

"Reporters?... Isn't that normal?" Vasius said.

"No." The civilian staff wiped his sweat, "They have never seen police arson, and now they look very excited."

"What's so strange about a madman in the police department?"

"They are verifying whether the report on the wanted order has concealed the accident..."

The civilian staff member coughed violently a few times: "They interviewed witnesses... Even if the gasoline in the kettle is poured on the most flammable objects, everyone can't just stand there and let it burn. At most, it will burn a corridor before it is extinguished. Even if it is not extinguished, it is still in time to escape... Now with such a large-scale and violent situation, reporters and the media suspect that there is People buried some solid fuel in advance, or, this is actually a fire that happened in the middle of the night and was not discovered until it progressed to a certain extent. The witnesses' statements have been reviewed by us..."

"Those idiots have rich imaginations, but their brains are not very good." Vasius commented expressionlessly, "Except for the extraordinary factors, they just say whatever they are asked. Let them make up the news themselves. Who can stop them?"

While the two were talking, Fanning checked the canvases curled up under several other booths and confirmed that they had more or less black residue or various lumps of paint left on them.

The end area of ​​the gallery is the installation art exhibition area, and walking out is the new practical patent area. Because these places are still close to the worst-hit areas, many items that are not resistant to high temperatures have melted and deformed to varying degrees.

The group looked around, Vasius checked the areas he thought were suspicious, and asked the staff from time to time. Fanning was also looking at the details that interested him. After a while, everyone began to turn back.

As they walked, Vasius suddenly turned back and asked Fanning:

"Did you buy the flashlight here?"

...What flashlight? Fanning was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly recalled a scene from a long time ago.

He was talking about the mobile phone that he had brought with him when he traveled through time, which was detained by the police as early as when he first came out of the police station! ?

He had forgotten about this matter for a long time!

Fanning's heart suddenly tended to pound wildly, but when he realized that his astral body in this state was extremely abnormal, he quickly adjusted his emotional state.

But there seemed to be an electric current passing through his heart.

In the first few days after he traveled through time, he was confused for a while. Was it Fanning in his previous life who came to this world inexplicably, or was he originally a person in this world, but suddenly woke up from a dream that he had perceived for more than 20 years.

At that time, he eliminated the sense of dislocation at the beginning of the travel through time by listing the various similarities between himself in the two worlds.

But can the existence of this object prove that it was not a dream?

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it... Are you not going to return it to me?" Facing Vasius' question, Fanning made a playful expression.

Such a sentence structure, the context before and after is very subtle.

He wanted to explain that he didn't care about the object, and wanted to test whether the Special Patrol Office had found anything, and he also needed to express his dissatisfaction with the fact that "personal belongings were detained and not returned"... and see if there is any possibility of getting it back.

Overemphasizing any point would be abrupt, and Fanning's response can be regarded as balancing the above four purposes.

Although the mobile phone seems to be useless, it is a witness.

Moreover, since the Special Patrol Office brought up the matter of the mobile phone again, there are only two possible situations: either they have studied something about the mobile phone itself, or... although they didn't find anything, they have other preconceived doubts about themselves, so these objects have been detained.

A keen intuition told Fanning that the Special Patrol Office had more information about him, and they seemed to be watching something.

"Do you need that piece of scrap metal?" Vasius asked.

"My teacher's relics are also with you." Fanning looked normal.

…From the wording, Fanning still didn’t know that Vincent originally placed the sound series fragment in the Turner Museum? Vasius pondered in his heart, and then said, “Oh? It seems that Mr. Fanning has already made some research experience on the transcribed sound series fragment?”

He clearly remembered the order from his superiors: Under the premise of paying attention to methods and means, monitor Fanning and the Turner Museum at any time, and take prompt action if he is found to have deciphered substantial information related to that matter from the sound series fragment.

As long as Fanning is still in Theolian, the progress of uncovering the secret that Vincent brought out from the abnormal area of ​​B-105 is under the control of the Special Patrol Office.

Fanning, however, made an expression of being angry and laughing. He naturally replaced the reference to "relics" with another one:

"As a book that the teacher devoted a lot of research efforts to during his lifetime, "Texture, Sound Flow and Dreams", the basic mystical literature that hints at the dream control method, is now more of an artistic research and commemorative significance to me... If you have no use for it, don't leave it there to collect dust. The same goes for the broken flashlight. It doesn't mean that Mr. Vassius likes others to touch his personal belongings and not return them?... Or I will run to your house when I have nothing to do in the future. I will take a hat today and a desk lamp tomorrow. If you urge me to return it, I will seriously ask you if you need it?... Damn it, just trying to say these words makes me feel like a pervert..."

“…As for the research results of the musical series fragments? Your Special Patrol Office spread this mysterious chord yourself. Pleasure Listening will kill so many people with it. If you like to listen, just listen to it more. My personal suggestion is to record a record and play it every day in your office area.”

Vasius still spoke calmly: "The musical series fragments were consigned by the Special Patrol Office for investigation purposes, but the mysterious chords were not."

“Then it grew by itself?” Fanning smiled playfully.

Vasius ignored him and walked in another direction.

…No intention of returning it? It seems that his intuition is quite accurate.

Fanning and the two girls walked out of the side door. At this time, the three saw that there were several people holding banners at the gate, and more than a dozen people were sitting on the steps, answering questions from the circle of reporters.

They were very excited and spoke so loudly that they could be heard here.

There were also dozens of passers-by who looked like guests, watching with interest.

“What’s the situation? Where did these people come from?” Fanning asked the police guarding the side door.

"Of course it's the painters. Who else could it be? Their paintings were burned, and they are here to ask the auction house for an explanation."

...Painters? Twenty or so? Fanning was puzzled. There were only about a hundred paintings burned in the gallery. What kind of hodgepodge exhibition was this?

"Where are they from? What kind of paintings are on display? How are they selling?" Fanning asked again.

"It seems to be a group of people from Santa Rambla..." The policeman was a little uncertain, "They should have rented the gallery in Prudence and planned to exhibit for seven days. Today is the first day and such a thing happened. I guess the sales are not very good. You can go and ask them. As for the name of the exhibition, it's quite strange anyway..."

The policeman tried to recall, and said after a few seconds:

"It seems to be called...Salon des Refusés."