Old-time musicians

Fan Ning looked at the two people in front of him dumbfounded. Google search reading

I obviously asked for a name, what kind of divergent way of thinking is this?

"You are overthinking this. This classmate has unfortunately passed away. You may not have received the news yet."

"What!?" Qiong's dark eyes widened, Xilan covered her mouth with her hands, and both of them exclaimed.

"Joan, if you can, help me keep an eye on Nora Karl's activities during her lifetime." Fan Ning ignored the surprised expressions of the two women and said, "I suspect that her death has something to do with Teacher Anton."

"Caron, did you find anything?" Sheeran couldn't help but ask.

"There are some unconfirmed conjectures, and I will start investigating after the funeral is over," Fanning said.

"No problem, I'm very good at investigating and exploring mysteries..." Joan regained her composure and patted her chest, "Carolon, I'll take care of this. I know a lot of mysterious knowledge about this kind of thing. It might come in handy."

She came closer to Fan Ning, and the sweet and clear fragrance drifted into her nose: "You know, sometimes I think that I am actually suitable to be a detective..."

Finally, he regained Xilan's arm and stood on his toes slightly: "Xilan, I will take you with me. I will help you find the person who killed Uncle Anton."

Fan Ning looked at Qiong in surprise.

Mysterious knowledge? You can't possibly be a knowledgeable person... Could it be that this girl is a little expert at committing suicide?

Sheeran said helplessly: "Caron, Joan has always been like this, just get used to it. Her daily interests, apart from eating, are to search for old books and antiquities in every corner of the city, and tinker with herbs, minerals, divination and other things at home. Summoning array, and encouraging me to explore some urban legend places together..."

"School girl, how did you live to be so old?" Fan Ning looked at Qiong with more and more doubts, even though her small stature, smooth face, and cheerful voice were very cute.

Finally, he said seriously, "Qiong, I personally suggest that you don't come into contact with these strange things. And Sheeran, you just ask for information and don't have to investigate anything yourself. This matter is very dangerous. If you have any clues, call me."

Sheeran said: "Caron, don't worry, ever since I was scared to death by her once when she dragged me to explore a dilapidated factory, there will never be a next time if she kills me."

Joan nodded towards Fan Ning seemingly obediently: "Well, Caroln, don't worry."

"You also said 'don't worry', but why do you give people the impression that there is ambiguity in this sentence..." Fan Ning began to secretly regret in his heart, mentioning this matter in front of her.

The final conversation ended after people arrived in the auditorium.

"Someone came in, it seems to be Dean Gould and his party." Fan Ning reminded.

"And Vice Principal Huxley." Sheeran said softly.

Ten or twenty mourners with solemn attire and solemn expressions came to Fan Ning and the others, led by the older Dean Gould and the tall Vice President Huxley.

"His eyes gave me a very extraordinary feeling, like an electric light flashing. However, he did not seem to place himself in a higher position than Dean Gould in his words and deeds, even though his administrative position was indeed Be high.”

Fan Ning thought to himself.

The three of us saluted the teachers.

Vice-President Huxley’s voice was a little hoarse, but the rhythm of his words had a strange sense of momentum: “The University of St. Lenia has lost a respected scholar and artist. The school will investigate the incident. This trip will begin on behalf of the entire school. Condolences to Professor Anton Konar.”

He led everyone to bow three times to the coffin among the flowers, presented bouquets of flowers, and then took his seat.

When returning to his seat, Dean Gould looked at Fan Ning and then said to Sheeran: "Nothing unexpected will happen in the future. The University of St. Lenia is also where you will study for four years, and the Conservatory of Music will be your forever home. If you have any difficulties, you can ask us for help.”

There are many wrinkles on the old man's face, but his eyes are clear and sincere.

Although the Women's School of Liberal Arts is under the administration of the University of Saint-Lenia, not everyone who wants to be admitted to the University of Saint-Lenia has additional advantages.

As a public school in the empire, most of the annual enrollment quotas are still based on the recommendation system. A small number of admission quotas are the product of innovations in this era.

Even though Professor Anton had passed away, the dean still conveyed a clear intention to take care of him, and Fan Ning standing by could feel the goodwill conveyed by the old man.

However, he knew that with Xilan's academic performance, there would be no problem in taking the exam.

"Thank you," Sheeran said.

Although there were no long queues, as time went by there were more and more people and the staff became busy.

"Sheeran, Joan, please sit down and rest for a while."

"Excuse me, Carol."

Fan Ning always stood in front of the coffin. Whenever someone came to the stage to lay flowers, he would bow down and say thank you.

During this period, a man wearing a black dress, sunglasses, and a raised collar entered the venue. Fan Ning recognized this was Viadrin from his burly figure.

However, Fan Ning saw that he didn't want to speak, so the two just nodded to each other, and Viadrin then took a seat in the back row.

After a while, Fan Ning saw three grade leaders coming towards him, also wearing black uniforms: Edward Merich from the first group, Lou Adair from the second group, and Ram Adel from the third group. Cecil.

Teacher Anton’s family has long declined, and Sheeran’s late mother was a collateral member of the Cecil family.

Ram Cecil came here because of his status as the head of the grade. No one from the Cecil family attended the funeral.

"With Anton's personality, he doesn't have much interaction with most people. It's good that so many teachers came to the school this time." Fanning said silently in his heart.

Murich from the piano department came up to present flowers and bowed three times.

"Thank you, head of Murich." Fanning's voice was very sincere.

Murich had a cold expression and didn't speak, but he responded to Fanning with his hands folded in prayer and then withdrew.

Lou Adair presented flowers and bowed. He is the son of Jana Adair, the tycoon of the Uvlancel Railway. He majored in percussion and has been a timpani player in the St. Lenya Symphony Orchestra for a long time.

"Thank you, head of Adair."

Lou Adair was very strong and a head taller than Fanning. He smiled at Fanning.

The third person to come forward was Ram Cecil.

"Thank you, Team Leader Cecil." Fanning's expression was still sincere.

Cecil walked slowly to Xilan: "Cousin, I sincerely give you a suggestion."

"What?" Xilan asked subconsciously.

"You are not safe now." Cecil looked at her, "You know what happened in school one after another, and you are obviously a person who is closely related to these events. I don't need to explain this."

This statement was completely objective, and a trace of fear appeared on Xilan's young face.

"You don't really dare to live alone in the house where the incident happened? Come to my place, the Cecil family can provide you with protection."

Although Cecil's tone sounded serious, there was obviously an unconcealed eagerness in his eyes when he looked at Xilan.

"Xilan, the funeral is over today, and there is no need to keep vigil. You follow me at night." Joan puffed up her little face and snorted, "This guy must be lying, just trying to do something bad."

"No, he didn't lie, he was right." Fanning spoke.

Several people looked at him in unison.

"Although the cause of the incident has not been investigated clearly, the fragment of the ancient musical scroll is an obvious risk factor. Sheeran has more or less indirect contact with it at home. Her current situation is indeed unsafe and not suitable for being alone."

The people who have the deepest contact with the mysterious chord are mainly several students including himself.

But the second most is Sheeran, who often listens to various performances nearby.

Cecil's mouth corners slightly raised: "Right, even Fanning knows, so..."

"So Sheeran, you stay with me recently." Fanning's expression was very calm.