Old-time musicians

In the small room, Fan Ning's eyes were a little sore from writing for a long time.

"Dong dong dong." A soft knock on the door sounded.

He held his face in his hands, massaged his eyes with his fingertips, and responded calmly: "The door is unlocked, please come in."

"Mr. Fan Ning, good morning." The girl's gentle and gentle voice sounded.

Fan Ning removed his hand from covering his eyes and saw Roy standing at the door wearing a long white dress, looking at him with a smile.

"Miss Roy, why are you here?" Fan Ning responded with a smile.

The girl sat down on the sofa across from her, folded her legs, and said generously: "Roy comes to chat with you, isn't it okay?"

"No, no, that's not what I'm asking." The corners of Fan Ning's mouth raised even more, "I mean, why is it you who are here, and not Mr. Huxley or the other two gentlemen."

The girl explained unhurriedly: "After talking to Uncle Huxley on the phone, I personally made suggestions and was authorized by the representative. Because Roy feels that his personal relationship with you is relatively closer, Fan Ning Have you ever felt this way, sir?”

"It's okay to say that." Fan Ning held up the sterling silver carved pot on the table, "Facing those three middle-aged and elderly gentlemen yesterday was simply mental pollution, the kind that affected the inspiration for composing... If you want to compare it like this, I still prefer the feeling of chatting with Miss Roy."

He poured out half a cup of coffee, then stood up slightly and handed the exquisite corrugated cup to Roy.

"Be careful of burns."

Roy took it, thanked him softly, and then asked: "The conditions here are not negligent, right?"

"It's conducive to quiet creation, especially compared with the police and security bureau. It can be considered a luxurious environment. What, Miss Roy is going to stay here with me?" Fan Ning's expression showed a hint of joking.

"You seem to go to the police station often." The girl responded jokingly.

She took a sip of coffee: "Roy came here today. The first thing is to prepare to pick you up and leave. It's not to help, but to greet you as a courtesy, because you can go out on your own."

"Oh?" Fan Ning turned the pen in his hand.

"Mr. Fan Ning, why didn't you tell the professors yesterday about you and the Guidance School?"

Roy actually didn't understand why Fan Ning chose to stay like this for one night.

"Mr. Fanning's status is at least the same as that of a member of the Bologna School, that is, on the same level as the dozen or so knowledgeable people stationed at the core of power at the University of Saint-Lenia, rather than a teacher-student relationship..." she thought in her mind.

"Let me count, what have I explained to them before." Fan Ning made a recall statement, "Well, why did Professor Lorraine come to me, why did I leave midway, and why did Joan and I stay together? , why is it useless if I don’t call the police? Miss Roy, I even have ulterior motives for drinking water, and I really have no interest in talking to them about more in-depth topics."

He finally smiled and shook his head: "What's even more confusing is that Dean Fabian finally said that he could delay my transfer to the Special Patrol Office as long as he cooperated in handing over the documents... This is like using a fake gun. It would be outrageous to rob a box of counterfeit money..."

Roy lowered his head and gently used his hands to straighten the folds of his skirt so that it covered his knees: "I think there are indeed some problems with the recent practices of the Bologna School."

Fan Ning glanced at her dark blue eyes and waited for her to continue.

"After the series of incidents occurred, they only focused on their own investigations and ignored reporting and humanistic care; they treated the deaths of Professor Anton and Professor Lorraine with an unfair attitude; their contact with the parties concerned was too blunt and forceful, and they ignored the shortcomings of the school's own management. Overall, He said he was too strict with outsiders and too tolerant of himself. " Roy commented one by one.

"She is really good at interpreting and appeasing each other's emotions. She did not refute or argue when I criticized her. The core meaning she summarized was exactly the same as my inner impression. The words that came to my mind were exactly what they said: 'Longer than self-discipline, strict with others'." Treat people'.

This comment flashed through Fan Ning's mind, but he knew very well what the other party's reasons and purposes were.

He smiled and shook his head: "Miss Roy, if I were you, as a stakeholder of the school, I would not criticize myself like this. This goes against my own position."

The smile and surprise appeared in Roy's eyes. She seemed surprised by Fan Ning's frankness and transparency.

Fan Ning lowered his head and began to collect his manuscripts scattered around the table: "Several objective facts: First, the organization of the knowledgeable is inherently transcendent from the ignorant group; second, the impact of the death of the first vice president of the Conservatory of Music is much higher than A marginalized professor; third, it is in the interests of the Bologna School to find out the incident and find what is needed as quickly as possible. The result is more important than the method.

"So, instead of forcibly reconciling conflicts between people with different classes or positions, it is better to find out whether there are common interests in certain areas. If they are too divided, just verbally understand each other."

He stood up with his briefcase in hand: "This matter will not affect our personal relationship at the moment, Miss Roy, remember to practice the music more."

"Hey, wait." Roy also stood up.

After hearing the last sentence, she was obviously relaxed and happy, but her eyes were mixed with a hint of resentment, and her cheeks were slightly bulging, as if she was dissatisfied with Fan Ning's decision to leave.

Much like that night in rehearsal.

"Mr. Fanning, Roy has a second reason for coming. I have brought some progress in the Bologna School's investigation of the Professor Anton incident. Well, temporary and incomplete progress."

"The progress of the investigation?" Fan Ning stopped on the spot, not hiding his concern.

Roy's voice was still sweet: "The first progress is: Professor Anton's direct cause of death was naturally a gunshot wound, and the reason for his mental disorder was that his spirit grew rapidly in a short period of time due to some extreme external force, even far exceeding the threshold of the knower, and then at the moment of promotion, his 'light of first knowledge' was taken away by some mysterious means. We have only deduced the effect of this method, but we don't know the principle and source, and we don't know why the other party did it."

... The light of first knowledge was taken away? ?

Fanning frowned deeply when he heard it.

Roy saw Fanning's expression and sighed softly with understanding to express regret.

She continued: "Another progress is: the knower behind the incident is called the 'Joyful Listening Society'. They are a secret organization that had some entanglements with the early Bologna School. They worship the witness master named 'Red Pool'. The deaths of several other classmates may also be related to the 'Joyful Listening Society'."

Fanning stood there and was silent for several minutes.

During this period, Roy's eyes were full of gentle and comforting smiles, always caressing Fanning.

But she might not have thought that this round of key information she provided filled in the missing corner of the puzzle in Fanning's mind!

To be precise, it was one-third here, and the other two-thirds were filled in. Although the splicing was not tight enough, the outline was complete:

The point of concern of the Special Patrol Office after the incident was that Professor Anton's death was related to the study of mysterious antiquities, so they sealed the sound column fragments.

The clue Fanning had previously discovered was that the sound column fragments were hidden behind the paintings in the art gallery. After being lost, they were lost and flowed to Prudence Auction House. It was introduced by Spence Cecil, the uncle of team leader Ram Cecil, to Professor Anton for auction. This may involve the Red Agate Cultural Media Company, the strange part-time job of roommate Calvin, and the party participant code-named "Agent".

The information provided by Roy was the mysterious means of seizing the "Light of First Familiarity" and the "Pleasant Listening Meeting", a secret organization of those who know.

They all cleared up some fog from their own perspectives, but a lot of information between them was broken.

For example, the Bologna School seemed to have not noticed the fragments of the sound series at all, even though Professor Anton had studied it for a long time. This also shows that Professor Anton's presence in the school is really low.

"Miss Roy, what do you want?" Fanning ended the silence and asked.

"I wonder what Mr. Fanning means?" Roy waited for so long, and his tone was still gentle and elegant, without any impatience.

"You brought a lot of key information from the mysterious side. Even if they are not confidential, they are at least your internal information."

Fanning said calmly: "So, in fact, you can negotiate the terms first, Miss Roy."

"Mr. Fanning is really nice." The girl's face, which was as white as snow, bloomed with a sweet smile.

"Roy was indeed commissioned by Uncle Huxley to come and talk to you about cooperation."