Old-time musicians

Fanning stood at the shooting range, unloaded the three remaining bullets in the revolver magazine, and temporarily put them into the buffalo leather bag beside his ribs. Google search reading

He decided to start with magazine loading and aiming when practicing shooting every day, and spend a small part of the time shooting.

After he was proficient in loading and aiming in various states, he would gradually increase the proportion of shooting practice.

"Except for the quota of 20 rounds a week, an extra bullet costs four pennies, which is equivalent to the price of a meal at a street stall, and it's the kind with extra quantity, so take it easy."

Press the fixed bolt, throw out the magazine, load the bullet, press it into the chamber, and pull the hammer back...

Make an arm-raising action, stabilize the arm, retract it, throw out the magazine, dump the bullet, and then reload...

He deliberately slowed down the speed of the local single group of actions, but pursued the overall uniform speed and smooth movements.

In the leisurely and repetitive practice with time to think, let the fingers familiarize themselves with the relative positions of various parts, carefully experience their touch, and experience the coordination of both hands.

His attitude is like a pianist who is practicing a piece of music seriously and slowly.

Fan Ning stood in front of the target and practiced the first round repeatedly for half an hour, which seemed to be a boring action to ordinary people.

He sat down to rest for a while, shook his sore arms, and continued to practice slow loading of magazines.

After being more proficient in standing loading, Fan Ning tried to load while walking, sitting, lying on the ground, and looking into the distance and loading with his peripheral vision.

However, he deliberately slowed down the speed and repeatedly experienced the feeling in his hands.

Similar to the early stage of practicing a difficult and fast piano piece, he was not in a hurry to speed up.

In the empty fourth-floor shooting range, the collision and friction of the machinery continued to sound.

After an hour, Fan Ning had become much more familiar with the feel of this revolver.

Finally, he tried to do more than ten shooting exercises. With the powerful inspiration of the knower, he gradually adjusted his state, and the number of rings on the 10-meter target had reached the range of 3-6 rings.

He went down to the second floor, opened the office of 209, and suddenly felt bright.

It is indeed the office of a knowledgeable person...

He even felt that the conditions here were slightly better than Dupont's room.

The area is about 20 square meters, with some exposed gas heating and lighting pipes on the wall, a separate bathroom, a full set of office desks and chairs, a cloth sofa that can lie horizontally, and a coffee table and tea set inlaid with dark green embossed leather.

What made him most satisfied was that there was a brown "Keticibio" upright piano in the office, the same brand as the one in Sheeran's home, but hers was a much more expensive seven-foot grand piano.

But this one is also considered high-end among upright pianos, with a market price of about 40-50 pounds, which is much higher than the old and broken piano in his bedroom.

Fanning tried to play a few songs and liked its feel.

Then he found a stack of brand new five-line printed paper under the lid of the piano stool and sat down at the desk.

The table was made of a whole piece of walnut burl wood with hollow tin patterns, and there were several small drawers with delicate and beautiful lines underneath.

For the rest of the afternoon, he recalled and wrote down the piano score of Chopin's "Impromptu Fantasy" on it.

During this time, the old lady on duty at the front desk knocked on the door to ask about his meal ordering needs. Between the food downstairs and the boxed lunch next door, Fanning chose the latter - the choice of most colleagues most of the time.

Then, the young man in charge of finance and logistics, Weimode, knocked on the door again.

He was given a brand new men's double-layer briefcase, made of cowhide and shiny.

There were also 4 gold pounds of brand new banknotes - the young man explained that it was because Fanning joined the Guidance School at the end of the month and would receive half a month's salary in November.

In the printing room, the clumsy steam-powered rotary printing press creaked and slowly spit out the woodblock writing paper printed with "Impromptu Fantasy".

Fanning put away all the small items he needed and walked back to the nearby apartment on Lunwan Avenue.

He changed into a neat suit for washing - as for household clothes, Teacher Anton's own permanent guest room had a lot of them in stock.

Then he hid the revolver bag at his waist, put on a silk black hat, carried a cowhide briefcase, and went out with a mahogany cane.

"It's a bit like a gentleman who needs to go in and out of parliament frequently."

Standing at the door of the floor-to-ceiling mirror outside a clothing store, Fanning joked.

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the entrance of St. Lenya University.

The School of Literature and History consists of four mansard-style townhouses, with silver and gray as the main colors, and relief corner stones and eaves connecting the corners and details, with a strong sense of orthodoxy.

Fanning walked in from the main entrance surrounded by vines, followed the memory of the three people's chat during lunch yesterday, and compared the signs everywhere to find the door number of the classroom where Joan would take professional courses today.

"The proportion of girls here seems to be larger than that of the music school..."

It was the end of get out of class time, and students were coming out in groups. The corridors and stairs of these buildings were much narrower than those of the university in Fanning's previous life. Fanning walked against the flow alone and almost squeezed his hat off several times.

Just as he slowly squeezed through the corner of a certain floor, he continued to sigh that it was too difficult to find people in this world without mobile phones-

With a "bang", a nimble figure trotting quickly hit his chest firmly, bringing a messy and sweet fragrance.

"Ah--" The girl's soft cry sounded.

Many students passing by suddenly slowed down their pace and looked sideways.

The black men's silk top hat and the white women's bonnet both fell to the ground. Fan Ning hurriedly knelt down to pick them up, and then handed the remaining warm bonnet back to the other party.

The girl opposite was wearing an informal aqua cashmere windbreaker, with a bateau collar blouse and a light-colored pleated skirt underneath.

"Qiong, why are you running so fast?" Fan Ning said, dumbfounded after seeing the other person's delicate face.

Qiong stretched out her hand to rub her smooth forehead, her voice was still so cheerful and lively: "I'm going to ask you for something. I finished class five minutes late today because I was afraid that you had already finished class at the college."

Fan Ning wondered: "How can I have classes today? I clearly said I would have classes tomorrow."

Joan stuck out her tongue: "Oh, then I remembered it wrong."

Fan Ning suppressed his internal injuries: "...what to eat tonight."

"Let's go to your music school first. The investigation you asked me to conduct has made progress. I want to confirm something with you."

Qiong walked in front without stopping, looking back at Fan Ning with a hint of pride in her eyes, signaling for herself to follow quickly.

"So fast? What are you confirming?" Seeing that the satchel in Qiong's hand seemed to be full, Fan Ning suddenly felt that he couldn't see through her.

"You asked about the senior Nora Karl who died in our hospital before. After my investigation, I found that she knew the deceased Furkan Harvey in your hospital."

"This is strange, they are still acquaintances." Fan Ning said.

Even though he was now a third-level sage, he still felt shuddering when he thought of the two men, one of whom sewed his eyes, mouth and nose, and the other died by crawling into the piano.

"These two people know each other because they are lovers," Joan said.

"ha?"

"The kind of underground romance."

"You can investigate this."

"Of course." The corners of Qiong's small mouth raised slightly, and she said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, try developing an underground relationship. I will help you find out in a minute."

"No, I'm scared." Fan Ning coughed twice awkwardly, "So what happens next?"

"Then, because you told me what happened to you that night, I focused on checking their recent life trajectories to see if there were any scenes similar to yours, and it turned out that there were."

"What?"

"Our college recently had a choir competition with several colleges. The night before the incident, the choir used your college's Chamber Music Hall No. 4 for a rehearsal. Do you know this place?"

"Of course, it's just downstairs from Hall 1 where I had class last Friday."

The St. Lenia Conservatory of Music has quite abundant performance venue resources, including six small chamber music halls with a capacity of 100 people.

Halls 1, 2, and 3 are the teaching venues of the Conservatory of Music and are not usually open to the public.

Halls 4, 5, and 6 are event venues. All teachers and students of the school can enter and exit freely. Of course, if there are long-term rehearsals or performances, reservations are required in advance.

"Sister Nora is a lover of linguistics and vocal music. She serves as the soprano lead singer in the choir of the School of Literature and History. Her boyfriend, Senior Furkan of the School of Music, was invited to serve as the artistic director at the rehearsal that night. Director and piano accompanist,” Joan continued.

Fan Ning checked the time in his memory.

Last Thursday afternoon, I had the last discussion on the Yin Lie Fragments at Teacher Anton’s home.

Last Thursday night, Hall 4 was the choir rehearsal of the School of Literature and History.

The two men died during the day last Friday.

Last Friday night, there was an open class at the Academy in Hall 1. The original owner and Mr. Anton met for the last time. After class, they stayed to discuss ancient music materials. I traveled from a chamber music concert in my previous life and saw two humanoid silhouettes on the stage. Soon after, Teacher Anton shot himself at home.

"Very important information." Fan Ning nodded slightly.

Of course, the police had also investigated the deceased's movements before, but after taking into account his own confession, they may have focused mainly on the "party" last Thursday afternoon.

Therefore, it was concluded that the audio fragments were the direct cause of the series of incidents, and the item was later seized by the Special Patrol Office.

What about these two similar chamber music hall scenes?

"So what happened last Thursday night at the rehearsal in Hall 4 is also important," Fanning said.

"Yes, it's great." Qiong happily praised Fan Ning, "You can take me there now, okay?"