Old-time musicians

As the gas lamp was turned on, Fan Ning saw knives, firearms and bullet boxes on steel display racks in the small weapons warehouse.

Some of them are dark in color, while others have a dangerous metallic sheen. The smell is partly similar to the paint and turpentine in my father's personal studio in the art museum, but it is a little lighter than them.

"Can you use a gun?" Dupont asked.

"I know, but I'm not very skilled at it. My father had one before." Fan Ning's answer was similar to when he was interrogated at the Police Security Bureau.

"Then I'll choose for you."

Dupont brought the revolvers one by one to the gas lamp mounted on the bracket and inspected them carefully.

Then Fan Ning took the handful he handed over. It felt light and thick, hard and cold.

From Fan Ning's perspective, who didn't know much about guns, it looked very rough. The handle of the gun had a warm ivory luster, but the exposed steel hammer, braking device and brass chamber were full of violence. mechanical beauty.

Dupont explained: "Although these revolvers are mass-produced by steam milling machines, each one has subtle differences. The one I chose for you has the most correct alignment of the barrel rifling and bullet wheel, and the overall clearance of the mechanical structure It’s also a little less, which can minimize air leakage during shooting.”

"Those of us who like to play the piano don't want our fingers to be ruined by the leaked high-pressure gas and metal particles. In addition, factors such as feel are too mysterious, and the service life is not important. The accuracy is mostly still You have to rely on yourself.”

"Thank you." Fan Ning smiled sincerely, and Dupont's words undoubtedly narrowed the distance between the two.

"The weekly free quota of bullets is one box, twenty bullets. If you need more, it's four pence each. You can collect it yourself and go to register below."

Well, you have to collect and register everything yourself.

Buddhist self-service management style?

"Then let me get two boxes first." Fan Ning touched the tip of his nose.

In the copper box, the yellow revolver bullets are wrapped in oil paper and arranged in a neat four by five order.

"If you were not very skilled before, I suggest you practice every day starting from today. Through this room you can see the shooting range at various distances. Just shoot to your heart's content. Someone will clean it every day."

"OK."

Fan Ning recalled the only battle this morning and fully accepted this suggestion.

The body of a wise person is still as fragile as a paper man.

In those life-threatening moments, the key purpose is to find an opportunity to send the opponent away with a bullet.

Whether you can find opportunities depends on those strange and mysterious abilities.

Whether you can seize the opportunity depends on your physical fitness and marksmanship.

The above is at least his current understanding.

"Dupont, there is a situation I would like to ask your opinion on." Fan Ning spoke carefully.

"Huh? Is there anything new about the mysterious incident at St. Lenia University?" Obviously, Viadlin and Dupont were aware of the previous events.

Fan Ning then told the whole story of Xilan's attack, including what he learned from the man in gray and how he was questioned by the Special Patrol Office.

There are so many things about this that I am not sure about, and I am even a little confused.

In addition to the matter of time travel, the matter of his father, and the fact that he was actually promoted through the guidance of a Lord of Witnesses named "Endless Fugue", these three matters still need to be carefully verified.

For the rest, you should not have any reservations about the Guidance School, and there is no need to have any reservations.

After listening to Fan Ning's story, Dupont thought for a moment: "The information you got is valuable, but my personal advice is that I don't recommend you go to that 'Sylvia' party to inquire about the situation. The benefits and risks are not proportional."

"This series of things happened at the University of San Legia. The Bologna School will resist the pressure from the front, followed by the Special Inspectorate. Of course, due to the relationship between the Anton family and our guidance school, after learning that you were involved, We have also launched a covert investigation.”

"A series of mysterious incidents have also occurred in the South Pier area recently. Our other two members went there to investigate because they suspected that there might be a connection behind these incidents."

"The president has been away recently, so it's better to be cautious. When the members come back over the weekend, we can all meet to exchange information and discuss the next step."

Fan Ning nodded slightly. The approach suggested by Dupont was indeed more prudent and made him feel more at ease.

"Caron, are you really a knowledgeable person who was promoted recently?" Dupont asked

"To be precise, I was promoted just last night. What's wrong?"

Dupont crossed his arms, leaned on the weapon rack, and said slowly: "I was thinking about Benjamin from the Special Patrol Office, how did you manage to escape his attack on you while accepting cooperation and not being noticed? Searched by the astral body?”

"Don't look at him dressed up like an old man. He is more than ten years younger than me. He should be only 27 or 28 years old now."

"I didn't expect Dupont to be over forty years old. He doesn't look like him at all, but judging from his weathered appearance, there's nothing wrong with him being the same as Benjamin," Fan Ning thought to himself.

"Benjamin's talent is extremely good, and he is extremely calm and cautious in doing things. He is deeply appreciated by the Special Patrol Office. He should have been able to enter the middle level of the fourth level long ago, but it is just because there is no complete guarantee to avoid being 'lost' or 'distorted' , so I haven’t tried to get promoted.”

Dupont pondered and continued: "Have you just been promoted and you have already reached the third level or even more?"

"Maybe yes, when I received the light of first knowledge, I did feel that my spirit went directly from the previous bottleneck to the next bottleneck." Fan Ning responded.

He didn't have to hide the result, as long as the reason was kept secret.

"Your talent for inspiration does have the potential to become an artist, or even an art master, but -"

Dupont changed his tone: "Don't underestimate Benjamin. This guy may have been targeting you. Although he has not been promoted, according to our information, he has killed at least three middle-level knowledgeable people. And it won’t be too long before he is promoted, and his strength may become even more powerful in the future.”

Fan Ning was shocked, and then asked: "How do you specifically judge your own or other people's rank, and how can you be promoted further?"

"It is difficult to judge accurately and find stable patterns."

Dupont made a partial negative summary of Fanning's two questions.

"The deeper I study, the more I feel that the system of the mysterious field is very confusing. How many times the inspiration of a knowledgeable person is that of ordinary people? There is no very accurate measurement method, and it is not the only factor in determining the rank. This seemingly subdivided definition , in fact, it is to correspond to the levels of other occult elements such as hidden knowledge, phases, secret rituals, etc., so as to facilitate our research.”

"As for promotion, the general path is easy to understand: approach the Huita, and then climb up. Generally speaking, the low level corresponds to the 'wilderness areas' suspended on the periphery, the middle level corresponds to ascending to the 'Ring Mountain', and the high level corresponds to crossing the ring mountain. , go down to the 'Basin Area' closest to the Hui Pagoda, and when you actually pass through the first door and enter the Hui Pagoda, you become the 'Enlightenment One'."

"But the situation in Yiyong is actually all kinds of strange, constantly changing, and illogical. There are always countless exceptions to the rules recorded in hidden literature. For some people, the method of promotion is as traceable as scientific rules. Some people even see things that are different from others in the migration. Some people will have more powerful positive power after being promoted. Some people are not good at fighting but have mysterious side abilities that are hard to guard against. Some people will become more powerful after being promoted. Go to death more quickly..."

"My suggestion is to maintain a learning mentality and always strengthen your inspiration, but don't pursue promotion too much. You should know that if you want to return to the waking world from the migration, you need to return to where you came from, and maintain your position during the migration. Being awake is much more difficult than being in a lucid dream. The deeper you go, the more blurred your consciousness becomes. Trying to promote across areas is most likely to lead to the tragedy of being 'lost'."

"Thanks for the answer." Fan Ning firmly remembered this information, and while his awe was greatly enhanced, he was also filled with doubts.

Is the way you expand your inspiration through reproducing music controllable when you get promoted?

However, he had a vague guess in his mind. When he finished filling the first spiral ring of the church's marble door, it might be the time to be promoted to the middle level next time.

"Do you still have many courses for fourth-year students in your conservatory of music?" Dupont asked.

"A lot less than before, but there are still some. For example, tomorrow is a full day." Fan Ning replied.

"Well, knowledgeable people who delve into art have an advantage. This is related to inspiration. Music, marksmanship, physical training, learning of ancient languages, and research on hidden knowledge are all very important things."

Dupont threw a small piece of white copper key to Fan Ning: "The president has assigned you the office of 209. I have arranged for someone to clean it up."

Fan Ning stretched out his hand to catch it.

"I'm going to continue to practice the piano. You can arrange all your own affairs. Next time you come over, I have some basic occult knowledge that I need to teach you as soon as possible." After Dupont finished speaking, he went downstairs.

After a few seconds, the vague voice of the classical guitarist came from the stairwell again: "By the way, Carol, there is a basement under our hotel. Don't go there by yourself. It's very dangerous."

This sentence aroused Fan Ning's curiosity, but it only lasted for a short time. He didn't want to die.

"Well, so in addition to investigating the incident and protecting Sheeran, the recent things will also include: writing music, practicing piano, practicing shooting, exercising, learning ancient languages ​​and occult knowledge, and responding to commissions or tasks that may come at any time. Also, make money.”

It seems that knowledgeable people also need 996.

Inside the shooting range.

Fan Ning stood at the shooting range 10 meters away, used his fingers to open the fixing bolt of the revolver, slowly threw out the magazine, and pressed the brass bullets into the magazine one by one.

He pressed the gun body slowly, closed the magazine, pushed the hammer back into place, and then raised his arm.

He squinted at the 10-ring target in front of him and pulled the trigger.

Bang! --Bang! --Bang! ——

The sound of gunshots was so loud that it made the ears ring.

The strong smell of gunpowder is a bit choking.

After trying to shoot three times, Fan Ning weighed the gun and frowned at its rough surface.

It seems that in the early morning, I got a headshot from a distance of just over one meter, or was it a bit of luck?

One shot hit 1 ring, two shots missed.

He smiled helplessly.

"Is there any hope for the body tracing master?"