Old-time musicians

“Shouldn’t my phone’s battery be exhausted a long time ago?”

Although it was dark and midnight and there was no one near the campus, Fan Ning still gave up the habit of taking out his mobile phone.

While walking quickly back to the hotel, he probably figured out the reason why his phone suddenly turned on.

"Tower Builder" means boundaries, dynamics and changes. Lightning and energy are her common symbolic meanings, and the abstract meaning of "key" also contains lightning.

It was probably because after I entered the "Spark Field" of the secret dream realm, some kind of echo from it automatically charged up the battery of my phone.

Although it is not an unexpected direction, it just saves the energy of making a hand-operated generator by yourself.

He was still involved in the dispute about the wreckage collected by the Special Patrol Office, and there was unknown contamination in the "old days". These two ominous things that he suddenly learned about made Fan Ning feel gloomy, but his attention was temporarily partly occupied by the mobile phone in his pocket. Moved away.

"Hi, you're back." As soon as Fan Ning entered the hotel, she heard Sheeran's voice coming from the other side of the lobby.

Fan Ning, who was originally going to book a room at the front desk, had to follow the sound and found a girl in a nightgown leaning on the sofa in the corner looking at him, with a music magazine spread out on her lap.

"Didn't you get under the quilt?" Fan Ning calmed down a little and sat down next to her.

"I wasn't sleeping deeply at first, but around one o'clock in the morning, Lawyer Monroe called me again. Now I couldn't sleep at all. I thought I'd wait for you to come back and check the situation." She responded with a smile at first, but gradually Still keenly caught Fan Ning's strangeness, while explaining, his dark eyes began to carefully examine Fan Ning's expression.

"What's going on with the Jinlangnia Watch Factory and the Langevni Pigment Factory?" Fan Ning looked at her and asked as if nothing had happened.

In his expectation, Salman would have signed the work arrangements drafted by his right-hand deputy "Vasius" before the vacation. The mysterious side of public security affairs in such a large industrial city also included the daily operations of the Special Patrol Office. There were so many people, property and official documents exchanged in Salman's hand. Fanning handed over more than ten new ones that day alone. The matter of Stanley and Julius was not considered a major matter.

Sheeran said "hmm", closed the music magazine and handed it back to the wooden frame next to the armrest of the sofa: "Sure enough, the key to this kind of case involving big business owners and factory owners lies in the attitude of the Special Patrol Office. In the past, labor When the eucalyptus first broke out, we did so much work, especially the old lady from Hamilton who was running around all the time. Monroe worked overtime almost to the point of depression. It only allowed each family of the deceased to receive dozens of pounds in compensation. Stanley is still sitting in the office. Counting money at home.”

Fan Ning nodded slightly: "It is also related to the fact that our subsequent investigation revealed more evidence of evil names. Even without this operation, the Guidance School can exert greater pressure. How is that guy doing now?"

"Already squatting at the police security station." Sheeran said, "The investigation tips you gave are very detailed, and you also directly pointed out that the eldest daughter of the family died suddenly after coming into contact with the evil organization. And more importantly, this is a special patrol. The official document of the Ufranser branch of the department included both the draft signature of the No. 2 figure and the issuance signature of the No. 1 figure. It was very efficient. In the evening, Dupont, Monroe, Scindia, and two special patrol officers Department investigators, two teams of police security bureau personnel, a total of five knowledgeable people and more than 30 police officers were dispatched. "

"Your guess is very accurate. When investigating the source of the pigments in the Llangevni workhouse, they followed your instructions and ordered the production team leader to turn off the blower with plant aroma on the spot. As a result, those with knowledge noticed some kind of... If there was no odor, I followed the source and found a hidden transportation pipeline. "

"Transportation pipeline?"

Fan Ning's initial expectation was that they had built some kind of secret compartment, tunnel or basement to collect or pre-process the transformed human body, but from the name, it seemed like a large-scale long-distance project?

"The existence of this pipeline is very rare. Initially, they found several deep holes under inconspicuous corners. The diameter of these deep holes was very small and people could not enter. The transformed human tissues flowed out of them. Later, They also found a cave similar to an 'operating table' in the cave around the almshouse. Through the gap at the back of the cave, they could vaguely sense that there was a huge and deep space below."

"After preliminary perception, the transportation pipeline roughly runs east-west. The workhouse is neither the starting point nor the end point, and its transportation power comes from some extraordinary factors. It can be operated by using the radiant spiritual liquid and the activation secret. This shows that This set of underground projects has existed for a long time, and it cannot be built by Stanley, Julius, or 'Experience Officer' Eroff, organized by twos and threes of forbidden offenders and a group of hired workers."

"East-west direction? Isn't it to the east the Meklen area of ​​​​Uvranser, and to the west isn't Fort Santalain at our feet now?" Fan Ning, who is already the head of the branch, chewed on the key words in the progress of the investigation team, " How come the stench, transmutation of paint, extremely deep space, and cave cracks make me feel that there are many familiar elements in them?”

"The report is over, President Fan Ning." Sheeran sat a little closer and looked at him sideways, "So, you were not in the right mood just now. Did anything bad happen to you?"

The faint fragrance lingered around him, and Fan Ning's eyes intertwined with the girl's concerned eyes.

Being able to withstand the pressure of personal level pollution from the Lord of Witnesses alone, and the threat of investigation from beings like the Director of the Special Inspection Agency, Pogolic, there is no psychological burden at all.

There may be a few people who can easily achieve the above description, such as the Chosen One in most of the novels I have read in previous lives.

But Fan Ning's essence has always been just a conceited, melancholic and sensitive artist, or an "art lover" in his previous life. Perhaps the only benefit this personality brings is that he can write good music, play the piano well, and perform well. A good band, nothing else can be considered an advantage.

My usual rational, calm or courteous way of doing things is a state that needs to be "deliberately maintained", unlike some people who can freely express themselves and enjoy it.

Faced with Sheeran, who had been with him throughout his entire public school career, worked closely with him after graduation, and experienced many life and death crises together, Fan Ning's psychological burden instinctively turned into a subtle sense of comfort and confession at the first moment. want.

He carefully organized some words in his mind, but felt that it didn't work, so he was naturally silent for a while.

However, he thought he could at least ask her indirectly if she felt she was contaminated, so he suddenly had a short circuit in his mind and asked an unclear question: "What do you think of me as a person?"

"Ah?" The girl was caught off guard and covered her mouth, "You? Me"

"Well, I mean, do you think there's anything strange about me recently?" Fan Ning quickly corrected his sentence.

It stands to reason that most hidden pollution is caused by unconsciousness, but bystanders, especially those who are more familiar with it, may be able to see some signs.

"You're acting weird today." Various thoughts flashed through the little girl's mind, and her voice was inexplicably slightly annoyed.

But then she saw Fan Ning's apologetic face with a wry smile, and remembered his depressed look before, so she softened her voice and sat closer again: "I was joking."

“The night we attended Dean Gould’s New Year’s concert last year, you told me that after establishing the symphony orchestra, you would select a group of young people from working-class families and civilian schools to train. What were your considerations? There seems to be no connection with your plan to hire musicians with high salaries.”

Sheeran changed the question to Fanning's favorite music topic and wanted to chat with him for a while longer.

"There is this consideration." Fan Ning said, "Stanley has been arrested, and the nature of the labor union has been clarified. This plan will be carried out when Attorney Monroe and Ms. Hamilton and I visit the laborers to finalize their compensation."

"Now its plan is clearer. This group of young people will be used to form the affiliated chorus and the affiliated 'Youth Symphony Orchestra' of the professional symphony orchestra. They will have independent training and performance systems, and they will also have a system that is relatively different from the upper class. The audience segment of society, including pricing, repertoire and concepts, is a crucial and essential part of my music career concept. I call it 'Art Popularization'."

"A great, great idea." Sheeran listened attentively: "Actually, since I have known you, you have been submitting matters about the symphony orchestra. Of course, in the past, it was more purely ideal, pompous or joking. It usually happens when my father fails to perform or is treated unfairly, but now it has really become a reality immediately. I think now I can plan the training and performance plan in detail, as well as pricing, management, media promotion, and record recording plans."

"It's too late, let's discuss it another day." Fan Ning looked at the clock on the wall of the lobby.

"Okay, I forgot that you haven't rested for too long." The girl blinked.

"Well, we will still get up early tomorrow to 'visit' Qiong's work. We can bring out some practical echoes from Yiyong tonight in case of emergencies. Now, go to bed first."

The two of them went upstairs and walked through the corridor. When Sheeran started looking for the room key in the small bag, Fan Ning, who was following behind, said "Ah": "I didn't book a room."

Xilan turned around and saw that Fan Ning had strode back, leaving only his back: "After entering the lobby, I first prepared to go to the front desk, but then I completely forgot about it."

A few minutes later, Fan Ning returned here with the key to the adjacent guest room and saw her still standing there handsomely: "Sheeran, why don't you go in?"

The girl approached and reached out to gently touch Fan Ning's hair.

"As we talked about last night, you should have gone through a process from excitement to decline to dangerous tension, or from purely focusing on art to withdrawing from complex disputes, so your recent mental state is indeed not as good as before. I think just take a good rest."

"Who did you learn this from?" Fan Ning finally smiled.

"Of course I'll follow you." Sheeran looked at each other and smiled, "So if you have other unpleasant things, you can also share them with me."

"The reason you mentioned is one of the reasons." Fan Ning said, "In addition, there was a dream revelation test over there just now. Since the knowledge involved is of a higher level, the expression on his face should be caused by exhaustion of inspiration and exposure to transcendental scenes. There are no other big problems.”

"I can also wait for you." Xilan's eyes rolled darkly.

"You think, if there is any big problem, I should be treated or purified by the three scholars of the school now." Fan Ning blinked like her before.

"That's right, good night then." She took a deep look at Fan Ning again.

"Good night." After the two of them closed the door, Fan Ning looked in the direction of the girl's room through the door and was in a daze.

Did she realize there was anything wrong with me? Some unknown aspects.

"Shiran, I'm sorry. I've thought about it seriously, but I don't know where to start. I don't know whether it's good or bad for you or me, and whether it has any substantial positive significance."

"I don't know where I will be next year, the next year, and the future if the pollution is true."

He didn't turn on the light, and threw himself on the soft big bed in the dark.

He used the most eye-damaging side-lying posture and took out the phone with the most accustomed and natural movements.

After pressing the lock screen button with his thumb, the screen lit up, no signal, and 100% battery.

"Did I stay up late on the hotel bed and brush my phone during a trip?" Fanning suddenly felt a sense of magical confusion.

Perhaps the previous life was interrupted randomly, and this life died in vain, just as Kapulen said, it was just a prank.

The first lock screen interface after turning off and then on requires manual input of the password, and no message can be seen before unlocking.

After Fanning slowly entered, the phone began to vibrate for a long time.

A series of text message reminders poured into the screen, instantly squeezing out the DingTalk messages of the boss ganking employees that he hadn't had time to review.

Fanning looked at the string of garbled numbers and text content, and a creepy feeling surged from his heart.

He even instinctively turned over and quickly rolled himself up with the hotel quilt.

This sense of fear is related to strangeness, but it is not a completely unknown strangeness.

It is like a sense of meaningless repetition of some ordinary things that are familiar to oneself and have a law of change, and gradually collapsing:

[? This? ██Reproduce ███factory corpse factory factory insect 丿]

[To this? ? Reproduce ███factory corpse factory factory 丿]

[To this? ? ██Reproduce the ██ in your memory]

[To this world? ? Reproduce the ██ in your memory\\/As much as ██]

[To the audience of this world, reproduce the ██ in your memory\\/As much as possible? ]

[To the listeners of this world, reproduce the music in your memory? ? \\/As much as possible? ,? ? ? \\/If ██ is alive? ? ]

…

[To the listeners of this world, reproduce the music in your memory. \\/As fast as possible, as much as possible. \\/If you want to survive. ]

It can only be said that this is the general feeling, but Fanning feels that there are some things that he doesn't seem to see very clearly.

Since the latest news is in the front, the browsing order is in reverse order. Fanning didn't know how long he slid down before he found the text message that should have been received on the night of the crossing.

With it as the dividing line, the text content below is normal, except that the initial number box disappeared with his promotion.

And going up, the basic meaning seems to be repeated, but the performance gradually collapses, and even the recent ones have new weird characters.

The feeling of being wrapped in the quilt makes people feel at ease, and Fanning, who has seen several horror scenes, gradually calms down his breathing.

He slid back and forth carefully again, relying on his inspiration and insight, and quickly counted the number of text messages at once.

There are 275 in total.

"Is this number simply too many, or is it something else?"

After thinking for a few minutes, Fanning suddenly had an idea and calculated a certain time node.

It is currently the early morning of August 23, 913 in the new calendar, and the concert time travel incident occurred on November 22, 912 in the new calendar.

It is exactly 275 days!

After discovering this connection, Fanning felt that he began to have some kind of unknown creepy feeling again.

Since the beginning of his time travel, something has been sending him such inexplicable text messages every day?