Old-time musicians

Fan Ning opened his eyes again and looked at the room.

The candle was extinguished, Benjamin was holding his pipe, and smoke rings slowly floated out from under his soft felt hat.

"Carolne Van Ning, you can go out now. Good luck."

Okay, now you have passed the level successfully?

What problem didn’t the Special Inspection Office “see”?

What Benjamin just saw were just the details of my memory that I wanted him to see?

And no trace of manipulation was noticed?

Thinking of that day, since they had followed him, at least they had grasped or suspected something "abnormal" about him.

But he himself is not clear about this.

This information gap made Fan Ning very uncomfortable, and he always felt a little uneasy.

Is this okay?

Do you want to act a little confused first?

Fan Ning retracted his thoughts and said "Huh?", then looked around and stood up, and then said in a tentative tone:

"Mr. Benjamin, for some reason, a lot of details about the things I encountered before have just emerged..."

Then Fan Ning choked again and said, "I feel very anxious and uneasy right now. Will I be in any danger in the near future? Can you help me?"

"Your mental and physical conditions are fine for the time being." Benjamin said calmly, "If you are worried about risks in the future, you can seek help from Sir Viadrin on your own."

"Thank you. You gave me this conclusion. I feel a lot less stressed." Fan Ning bowed happily and thanked him.

After Fan Ning closed the door, Benjamin asked the older police officer next to him: "Mr. Herman, have you confirmed that Vincent Fan Ning was the fractal who investigated the B-105 Abnormal Area?" division'?"

"There is a 70% to 80% chance, sir."

The chief person in charge of the Uflansel Police Security Department had a very respectful attitude.

"In the past few years, I have been mainly responsible for the investigation work within the scope of Uvranser. At first, hundreds of people were suspected of being suspected. Recently, there have been very few people left. Vincent is the key to sorting out the remaining subjects. The reason why we have not yet submitted a formal conclusion to the Special Inspection Office is for the sake of rigor. It will take some time for us to further determine whether there are any abnormalities in the Turner Art Museum.”

"This is very interesting." Benjamin's expression under the soft felt hat was half-smiling. "Our people have investigated the Turner Art Museum three times. Except for the first fragment of the music series, they found nothing else worth noting. The definition of the art museum has always been that it is an ordinary public art place that closed down due to poor management..."

"The results of the research on the audio fragments are really normal?" Herman asked.

"We arranged team members who studied different hidden knowledges and conducted three rounds of cross-examination. After research, we determined that the fragments did not contain special materials, did not involve hidden knowledge, and were not ritual objects. We consulted music experts and found nothing special. information, and finally we concluded: an ordinary and safe antiquity.”

"But considering that Vincent is our main suspect, in order to track down the secret that the 'fractal master' brought out from the B-105 abnormal zone, we are unwilling to give up any promising information sources. Since internal research has yielded no results, In accordance with the management regulations, we have reduced its control level to the lowest level, hosted it at Prudence Auction House, and kept monitoring its whereabouts for 6 months to see if any scholars who know the goods can research anything after buying it. Of course, we Don’t have high hopes either.”

"We received the notification of the conclusion you mentioned at that time." Herman nodded, "This is also one of the reasons why our investigation of Vincent has not been concluded for a long time."

"But you know, then something happened, at the University of Santa Lenia, one after another, we seized it as contraband again."

Benjamin's voice was deep.

"Especially, a professor died! Although he has been relatively marginalized in recent years, he was at least a composer with a certain social influence. The University of San Lenia is the territory of the Bologna School, and although those old guys dare not show up publicly He protested, but secretly expressed his dissatisfaction to us several times! This incident caused us to be severely criticized by our boss, who had serious doubts about the investigation, research and decision-making abilities of the members of the Special Patrol Department! "

"So, did you just see something wrong with Carolyn Van Nin?" Herman asked.

Benjamin shook his head slightly.

"He is fine, or his rank is on par with mine or even higher. This is impossible."

He took a deep breath from his pipe: "I have been a solid third-level knowledgeable person for six years, and I am still not sure about climbing to the middle level of the fourth level. Caron is just a student in school, even if he has used illegal methods in recent years. He has been promoted by exploring hidden knowledge methods, and his spirit cannot be upgraded to be similar to mine. Even those magicians or scholars who have incorporated him without the approval of the Special Patrol Office cannot help him achieve this. Promotion speed.”

"If he had climbed blindly, he would have been 'distorted' or 'lost' long ago."

"That's it." Herman nodded.

"It's just that the two anomalies at the scene are really coincidences?" Benjamin tapped his fingernails on the red table. "That guy likes to use revolvers with burnt grips? The chaotic struggle just happened to break the glass so much ? I would rather assume that the forces in the dark have noticed something else."

Herman tried to give advice: "Although the possibility of Carolen coming into contact with the taboo is very low, this does not prevent us from temporarily controlling him first."

"This is not helpful to our ultimate goal." Benjamin waved his hand, "What we care about is the secret that the 'Fractal Master', or Vincent, brought out from the Abnormal Zone. However, the Special Patrol Office has not made any progress in its research on the Sound Column Fragments and the Art Museum..."

"Carron will keep his teacher's handwritten manuscript of the Sound Column Fragments. Even if he knows nothing now, he will slowly begin to explore everything around him."

"He may be the key to our future."

Benjamin stared at the empty seat opposite where Fanning had just sat for a long time.

"So, what you have to do is to keep a good watch on him." His brows were deeply furrowed under his soft felt hat. "I didn't expect that his teacher also had a personal relationship with the Guidance School. Now the things involved are getting more and more confusing. Mr. Hermann, it's time to test your work skills."

"We will pay attention to the degree, Mr. Benjamin, and I will quickly convey your instructions to each branch." The top person in charge of the police department immediately expressed his position.

...

The weather in Uvlansel has been rare these two days.

People were coming and going, and Fanning and Xilan walked side by side on Green Peacock Street.

The snow on the roadside reflected the strong light, and the air entering the respiratory tract was still cold, but the places on the body that were illuminated by the sun were warm.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Fanning turned around and asked.

"Yes." Xilan nodded seriously and vigorously.

"Then tell me."

"Is the number you want me to call a place called Woodpecker Consulting Office?"

"Yes." Fanning answered after hesitating for a moment.

Xilan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a complex and melancholy look appeared on her pretty face.

"You met my sister's piano teacher, right?"

"Yes."

Sheeran lowered her head and said, "My sister has been dead for more than five years. I was quite young at that time. I just knew what happened to her. At first, I felt lucky that she was rescued, but later I found that the ending was still hopeless. But no matter what, my father and I are still deeply grateful to Sir Viadrin."

Fanning comforted her, "This happened twice, and I won't let it happen a third time."

The two walked to No. 90 Green Peacock Street in silence. Here, walking along the left front to No. 1 is the main entrance of St. Lenya University, and going straight into a narrow street of more than 100 meters is the gate of the junior grammar school under the university.

Fanning spoke at this time: "Sheeran, you have to explain to the teacher today that you are late for half a day."

Sheeran stopped at a fork in the road.

"Carlon, I still have questions." Her tone returned to normal.