musicians of old

Chapter 122 Interview with the Special Patrol Office
Fan Ning's eyes under the drowsy eyelids stayed for a few more seconds between the words that Mr. Anton wrote down.

Then, little by little, the mind regained its sobriety.

Music playing... a ritual?What's the meaning?
Can a concert still be considered a mystery?Why has this idea never occurred to me, nor has it been discussed by others?

Fan Ning compared some related hidden knowledge in his mind, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

He quickly unscrewed the cap of the pen, opened the notebook, and wrote down his guess and analysis:

"Mystery has its relatively fixed steps, and music performance also has stylized elements: entry, salutation, lighting arrangement, repertoire sequence, time sequence of each note of the music itself, audience etiquette, applause, curtain call, Encore, people exiting..."

After writing this, Fan Ning's eyes lit up.

Perhaps, there is a certain truth!

"Therefore, the performance scene of some serious music may be regarded as a mystery. The performance place constitutes the altar, the revelation of musical inspiration points to the witnesses, the conductor and performer are the executors, and the audience is the assistant or the influenced …The inspiration and sweat of the musicians have become sacrifices, the musical instruments are naturally ritual vessels, and the music itself serves as prayers. As for the secret atmosphere, on the one hand, it has something to do with the lighting arrangement of the performance venue (altar), on the other hand , the major concert halls will also freely add different fragrances according to their preferences..."

This can indeed be compared with the various characteristics of the secret ritual!
"An inadvertently valuable discovery in the field of mysticism...However, what does it reveal about my current predicament? What is the specific methodology?"

Fanning fell into deep thought.

What about, say, the current, more specific premiere?
"The most important thing about the mystery is to choose the appropriate form and steps. Then my "First Symphony" premiere, with such a special meaning, what is the most appropriate form and steps?"

What does premiere mean? ——Before that, that piece of work had never sounded in history, and had never been remembered by anyone; after that, the date, time, participants, listeners, and follow-up responses of the premiere all became fixed The history of history has gradually been remembered by the world, whether it is big or small, long or short.

What are the characteristics of the "First Symphony"? ——Long-length hints, symbols, foreshadowing, and penetration all start from the imagery of nature... Power accumulates in subtleties, and finally irreversible, overwhelming, until the last moment of divinity.

An unrealistic idea appeared in Fanning's mind at first, but when he pondered it over and over again, he felt more and more that it might be feasible.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell..."

The sudden phone call rang in the absolutely quiet environment, startling Fan Ning!
It was pitch black outside the window, the office building was empty, and the wall clock on the wall pointed to the time of [-]:[-] in the morning!
"This is Teacher Anton's office, who is calling? Some people know that I have been here often these days, but I don't spend the night here every day... At this time..."

Fanning watched in amazement as the phone rang repeatedly, then reached out and took off the receiver.

"Hello?" His voice was wary and deep.

"Mr. Fanning, sorry for disturbing you late at night." The man on the other end of the phone spoke with a strong nasal voice.

"May I ask who you are?..." Fanning felt that the voice was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was at all.

The man on the opposite side smiled slightly, and then said, "Meyers Benjamin."

Pressing against the receiver, Fanning's entire face suddenly tightened.

It turned out to be a call from the Special Inspection Office!
"Mr. Benjamin, do you have any instructions?" Fanning asked cautiously.

"At seven o'clock this morning, please come to the Uflandsell Branch of the Special Inspection Office. The address is 360 Council Street, Pushol District."

Before Fan Ning could respond or ask, the other end of the phone hung up.

Being so decisive only shows that no matter how Fan Ning responds, there is no second possibility.

In just two short conversations, Fanning once again experienced the strong style of the Special Patrol Office that DuPont once said. The last time he roughly understood it was when he was interrogated by Benjamin in the police station.

"Could it be that Joan has been taken there? But, what did the Special Patrol Office ask me to do?..."

Fan Ning first wondered if he should make some preparations, but felt that there was nothing to prepare.

A feeling of being out of control welled up in his heart again, which was a feeling he hated very much, but every time it came to the Special Patrol Office, this feeling would pop up.

This organization, which represents the authorities and still does not know whether it is an enemy or a friend, is not something that I can question or confront now, maybe even my father or the Guidance School can't do it.

I just hope that my strength can grow faster, at least I can have an equal dialogue earlier, and I won't feel so out of control.

Fanning suppressed these thoughts, turned off the lights, and lay down on the sofa for an hour, recovering slightly.

After a simple call to the front desk of Guidance School, he went out.

It was still gray and dark, but the first workers had appeared on the streets, and food vendors had begun to sell their goods.

Fanning settled the problem early in the carriage, and arrived at No. 360 Council Street, Pushore District after more than [-] minutes. This is a gray six-story building with the sign of the Police and Security Bureau. It is closely guarded, but there are no other signs. or typeface.

If you have a higher perspective, you can see that it is separated from the Uvransell Parliament Building at No. 1 by two crossroads, running through and facing each other.

At first glance, the interior of the Special Patrol Building looks similar to an enlarged version of the Police Security Bureau, at least as far as I can see. The carbonized lights are pale and bright, and there are offices on both sides of the corridor.

After explaining his purpose, he didn't encounter any obstacles, but was guided all the way by police-like personnel.

In a conversation room, Fanning saw Benjamin again, his appearance remained unchanged, wearing a gray trench coat, a silver gray soft felt hat, a wide forehead, cold eyes, white gloves, and a dark red pipe dangling from his mouth .

"I haven't seen you for half a year, Mr. Fanning, you have become a member of the official organization of the empire and have been promoted to the middle rank in a short period of time. Congratulations."

Benjamin's speech was calm, and he exhaled a few smoke rings.

"Mr. Benjamin, do you need any instructions?" Fan Ning was extremely afraid of this special patrol member who had leapfrogged and killed several middle-ranked people with knowledge, and he might have been promoted to the middle rank now.

The man on the opposite side put down his pipe, took out a bank check and a document similar to a receipt confirmation from the drawer, and handed them over together.

"Sign it, and you can take it." There was an amount of 1000 pounds written on it.

"This is…?"

"Personal rewards for destroying the meeting place of the secret organization. At the same time, 3000 pounds have arrived at the public bank account of the Guidance School branch. The reward report will also be sent to all official knowledgeable persons in Uvransel after work, and reported. Superior." Benjamin said slowly.

"Thank you for your contribution to maintaining the law and order of the empire and the stability of the mysterious side."

"Thank you." Fanning was puzzled, but said nothing, took the check and signed it.

Is that the case?A phone call calling me late at night?

"The second thing." The corner of Benjamin's mouth under his soft felt hat was half a smile, "Let's talk about your graduation concert, and by the way, let's talk about your chief flute, Miss Joan Nisimi."

(End of this chapter)