Old-time musicians

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Under the disturbing looks in the eyes of the two police officers, Fan Ning tried his best to keep his tone serious.

As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Fortunately, before attending the concert, I put my backpack in the locker and only had my mobile phone with me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write a story.

"There are indeed many weird inventions these days." The other party's expression showed no emotion. "We need to keep it for now to check its correlation with the case. Is there no problem?"

"If you please, officer, this is a lie." Fan Ning waved his hand nonchalantly.

But I was very depressed because the only item I carried with me when traveling was taken away at the beginning.

Fortunately, there was no power and no signal. Even if they could find a way to turn it on, they couldn't understand the language, and they wouldn't admit it even to death.

The key information has been read, but it seems to be of no use, so it is barely innocuous.

"Tell me what happened last night."

"What do I need to say?"

"What you know and experienced related to last night, start from where you think you need to start."

"Okay, officer."

Fan Ning reluctantly gathered his thoughts and spoke slowly:

“My professional teacher, Anton Konard, a professor of musicology and a composer, spent the latter part of his career obsessed with studying ancient pre-Gregorian music.”

"About a few months ago, Teacher Anton got a stack of note series fragments at an antique auction. Simply put, it is a piece of paper with a note sequence written on it. Then he began to study it without sleep and food. As his closest student, I often Go to his house and participate in some small gathering discussions.”

"Last night was Friday. The class held a regular open class in the school teaching hall to discuss some chamber music creation techniques. Teacher Anton guided me, I played the piano, and several violinists gave some demonstrations. The audience was about Twenty or thirty people, all students.”

"Teacher Anton, as usual, researched private stuff during class. The response was mediocre, and some people even left the class early."

"Towards the end, two students showed interest in ancient music materials and came on stage to have some exchanges with me. We took turns playing, and then took turns going off stage to listen to the effects and give feedback to the performers."

When Fan Ning said this, the outlines of two human figures under the flashing lights appeared in his mind.

"The others gradually left. Teacher Anton seemed to be in a hurry and left without saying anything more to me."

"From the time I was sitting in the first row of the audience for the audition, my memory was fragmented. Then I woke up from the darkness and saw the scene that the police officer must have known. Finally, I was scared and ran out of the chamber music hall. "

Fan Ning basically followed his memory and answered truthfully, except for the matter of time travel.

"Tell me about the last discussion party at the professor's house." Inspector Ellens continued.

"This Thursday afternoon, besides the teacher and I, there are two people, well, their names are..." Fan Ning felt another throbbing pain in his head, "Fulcan Harvey, Nora Carr, these two people."

Inspector Ellens spoke calmly and continued:

"Furkan Harvey, male, a third-year student at the University of St. Lenia, majoring in piano. He was found dead in the school piano room early yesterday morning. His body was folded in a twisted posture inside the baby grand piano. The direct cause of death was suffocation. "It's unclear how the deceased got in, and no traces of other people's activities were found during on-site inspection."

"Nora Carr, female, third-year student at St. Lenia University, majoring in literature. She was found dead in an apartment where she lived alone last night. The eyes, nose and mouth of the body were sewn with dense stitches. The direct cause of death was suffocation. The scene The detection showed that the act was done by the deceased on his own, and no traces of other people’s activities were found.”

Fan Ning broke out in a cold sweat.

As a high-risk worker in the chemical industry, he feels that he has heard and seen some "big scenes".

But these ways of death and the scene I saw yesterday

He suddenly became anxious and frightened: "Well, where is my teacher?"

"Unfortunately, shortly after you fell into coma last night, we received the news that Professor Anton Konar shot himself at home."

Fan Ning felt his head buzzing, and a large amount of blood flowed into his cheeks. All kinds of negative emotions surged up, and he couldn't tell whether they came from himself or the original owner.

Fear, shock, but also extreme sadness and inability to accept.

In the memory of the original owner, the memory of his mother is vague. Professor Anton Konard's status in his mind is second only to his father.

Good teacher, helpful friend, elder

Especially after his father disappeared, his situation plummeted.

Professor Anton is one of the few people who treats him as he always has.

Even in his subconscious plan, Ben would go to him for help as soon as he left here.

"Caron, I'm sorry for what happened to you."

Although the two police officers offered words of comfort, the emotion in their eyes was more pity.

Researching unknown antiquities, trying forbidden rituals, or encountering mysterious evil spirits, if nothing goes wrong, if something goes wrong, you will either turn into a monster, or eventually go crazy, and there will basically be no survivors.

It's just a matter of time.

The police continued to ask for some details and stood up:

"For such mysterious incidents, we have requested the Special Patrol Office to intervene. We assume that you are a victim for the time being, but the investigation is not over yet. Please do not deviate from your original life track for more than 24 hours, otherwise you will be treated as a fugitive."

Fan Ning's brain was working fast, but his face was not very good.

After slightly retrieving the original owner's memory, he understood why the police looked at him that way.

Although technology and industry are booming in this era, weirdness and mystery have never left people.

I might be in trouble.

Now that I can leave, should I try to seek protection or leave first?

This group of policemen did not pay much attention to me, and their attitude was more routine.

But behind the mysterious organization of the Empire, the "Special Patrol Office", there seemed to be a "knower" who possessed some extraordinary power.

After the mobile phone incident just now, Fan Ning was very afraid that the matter of crossing would be discovered after the Special Patrol Office intervened, and then he would be caught somewhere as a guinea pig for research.

But people have died and I am the only one left. If I have to choose between the two, is it more important to stay alive or to cover up the secret of crossing?

It's not a matter of choosing one or the other, you have to have both.

He decided to leave immediately and try to interpret the content of the mysterious text message.

But, he had to pretend to react normally first.

"Mr. Police Officer, you will keep me safe, right?" So Fanning spoke anxiously.

"Our duty is to be responsible for the security of this city, protect residents from violent attacks, and punish all kinds of criminals, but this does not include some incomprehensible events, Carloen, it is really difficult for us to stop you from stuffing yourself into the piano when you practice one day."

Such conversations are useless but necessary.

"Sign here in the transcript, and then you can take away your personal belongings that have fallen from the shelf at the door."

Fanning took the pen and wrote "Carloen Fanning" in Hoffman language without any hesitation.

Then he closed the door.

...

The cold white light of the carbon lamp still shone, and the wall clock in the corridor pointed to 7:30 in the morning.

Fanning put on his hat and gloves naturally, holding a mahogany cane inlaid with andradite, walked through the corridor, walked to the side of the police station hall, and then stared at the mirror in front of him for a long time.

He was of medium height, a little thin and immature, wearing an old black dress and trousers, a cotton white shirt, a linen collar and cuffs, and a slightly wrinkled light-colored bow tie.

The outfit he wore in the previous open class at the academy.

Under the black silk hat was a young and handsome face, but his complexion was not very good, with dark circles under his eyes and pale lips.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the hall.

It was slightly bright, and the cold wind blew in his face, and he shivered all over.

The Theolian Empire was originally in the northern continent, and Uvlansel was an industrial city in the north of the empire. The weather in late autumn was already particularly cold.

The fog was heavy, the sun was not visible, and dense drizzle continued to fall from the heavy lead-gray clouds.

Across the street, a few guys wearing faded yellowed vests, smoking cigarettes, wearing high-brimmed hats, and with their hands tucked into their sleeves, were beating their chests and stamping their feet around a coin-operated gambling machine in front of the tavern.

On the right-hand side of the circular square, a huge GG sign was hung on the steel bracket behind the knight sculpture. A blonde girl in a white corseted skirt smiled elegantly in the rain. The popular aqua blue lantern sleeves made her arms look slender.

Fanning stepped into the street and merged into the noisy hustle and bustle, passing by a gentleman in a formal dress holding a cane, and walking side by side with a lady with powder on her face walking a puppy. The smell of perfume, coal smoke, and garbage, mixed with the intermittent smell of crepe oil wafting from an unknown alley, lingered in the nose.

Porters carried fresh river food from the South Wharf area and unloaded it to various scattered destinations. Petite newsboys and flower girls came out from the workers, met Fanning's expectant eyes, and then plunged into the crowd again.

The garbage trucks in the square honked impatiently, and were covered by the steam roar of the huge airship in the distance.

Fanning suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and the noise in his ears gradually distorted into meaningless syllables, like riding a roller coaster, whizzing through his mind and quickly leaving.

He tried not to distinguish, but his mind seemed to be getting clearer and clearer, and he was thinking about the meaning of each syllable more and more uncontrollably. The murmur gradually turned into a manic roar, and the things in front of him began to have a vortex-like hallucination.

Fanning squatted down, hugged his head, and closed his eyes tightly.

End it, end it, this must be a nightmare, I am the only one left, when I go crazy or die completely, I will wake up from the earth...

"No, there is also her, she may also be in danger..."

A figure suddenly appeared in Fanning's mind.

He shook his head hard, stood up forcibly, supported his cane, and gasped for breath.

After the whispers and hallucinations weakened slightly, Fanning endured the discomfort and walked quickly towards the school.

It took only ten minutes from the police station at No. 212 Green Peacock Street in the Nelenia District to No. 1 St. Lenya University, and he saw the red wall of the school under the shade of trees.

"Carron!"

When he was still more than ten meters away from the south gate of the school, Fanning heard the girl's cry, which was not very clear in the cold wind.

He felt relieved and looked in the direction of the sound without stopping.

The girl in front of me was carrying a bag in her hand, wearing a wide lavender palace-style robe, which was obviously not very suitable for her. There was only a thin tea-colored cake skirt inside. Her pretty face was pale at the moment, her eyes were red, her lips were tightly pursed, and the ends of her wet hair that passed her shoulders were slightly curled up, condensed with rain stains.

Hiran Conar, the daughter of Professor Anton Conar, is 16 years old this year. She is currently studying at the Women's Grammar School under the jurisdiction of St. Lenya University to receive the necessary elementary cultural education.

Because of the relationship between the original owner and Professor Anton, the two are very familiar with each other.

In the original owner's impression, Hiran can play the violin, study hard, like history books, opera and cold drinks, and the father and daughter have a very good relationship. Although she is 5 years younger than me, she looks at things maturely and has her own ideas. When communicating with her, I always give her the respect she gives to her peers.

"Hiran, how are you?" Fanning's voice is low.

"I feel some sound in my ears." Hiran spoke softly, but her brows were tightly knitted.

Looking at the girl's delicate but pale face, Fanning's eyes revealed a deep worry.

Although Xilan was not present at the last meeting to discuss the material of the music series fragment, she had inevitably touched the ancient artifact on previous occasions.

"Carlon, don't worry about me." The girl's white wrist reached into the bag, "I have something from my father to give you."

"Put it in first."

Fanning quickly reached out to stop her, and then took her bag into his own hand.

He recalled the content of the mysterious text message, and the strange subtitle [0/100] appeared again in front of him.

If you want to survive, try to reproduce the music in your memory in front of the audience?

"There are many people here, let's go to the piano room of the academy."