musicians of old

Chapter 15 Woodpecker Consulting Office
The signboards protruding from the shops on both sides of Letchi Street glowed warmly.

Fan Ning's expression was normal, and he walked westward without haste, stopping at a certain store from time to time to look at the products in the window.

He was thinking very fast in his mind.

"Who is following me?"

Judging from the currently known information, the biggest possibility lies in two parties: the mysterious forces behind the school's serial death cases, or the Special Inspection Office.

"If it is from a mysterious force, what is his purpose? Where is the bottom line of concern? What if it is a special patrol office?"

The previous force shouldn't do things openly.

It may not be safe to go home by yourself, but in public places, as long as the time is not too late, it should be safe.

If it is the Special Inspection Office?

It stands to reason that I was not afraid of them.

In other words, I'm not very afraid, although there is a certain risk that the secret of my time travel will be discovered by the "knowledgeable" who possess extraordinary power... But on the other hand, as a victim, the inexplicable shadow in my heart has not dissipated. It's not a bad thing to get involved.

But after I went to the art museum and learned some information, the current situation is a bit delicate.

Fanning visualized his father's work file.

There is also the symbolic papyrus in the inner pocket of his windbreaker for unknown purpose.

Although the rules, stance and style of the Special Inspection Bureau are still unclear, at least they investigate and deal with mysterious incidents and seize prohibited items, right?

Does it count as something in your pocket?

As an official agency of the imperial authorities, they don't know whether the Cha people will talk about evidence or the law?
"I'm just a student, it's really too helpless to get involved in this kind of thing."

Fanning suddenly had a little desire to be "a man of knowledge".

"Don't go home for the time being." He didn't choose to turn into the alley connecting Letji Street and Lunwan Avenue, but continued forward.

"Would it be useful to take a detour if I got into a cab?"

"Or sit to school?"

"no."

Thinking of the confined space of the rented carriage, Fanning felt that it was even more dangerous.

As for the campus?If it is very safe there, how did the first few people die?

Fan Ning's pace slowed down a bit, but he still approached the crossroads.

How to do how to do.
He stood at the intersection pretending to wait for the bus, but he was still helpless.

The feeling of being spied on, like a light on my back, has always been there.

"Sir, do you need a hotel for the night?" A young man in a short jacket was soliciting customers for his tavern.

"No, thank you." Fanning refused with a smile, and then looked at the road signs decorated with wrought tin hollow patterns.

The straight east-west direction is Letji Street, and the turning north-south direction is Kedston Street.

"Kateston Street?."

Fanning frowned slightly.

"That's right, Teacher Anton sent me a letter asking me to visit Sir Viadrin at No. 43, Kedston Street, East Mecklen."

Because the letter said that Sir Viadrin was going out, and it would be safer for him to go back in December, so he didn't always put this matter at the top of his mind.

"Will I be useful in the past now?"

Fanning's expression was a little uncertain.

Although I trust the person recommended by Teacher An Dong very much, but today is only November 11th, this person may not be back now.

And I asked him to learn piano.

If a conflict really breaks out, can the piano be used to hit people?

But now I really have no choice. Is this the only "tip" that Mr. Anton left for himself?
Many thoughts flashed through in a hurry, and after making a decision, Fanning no longer hesitated and turned right!
There's a lot less traffic here.

Go south a bit on Keldeston Street to the next big intersection.

If you turn left here, you will be on Lunwan Avenue, and you can walk to your residence not far away.

But Fanning chose to move on!

No. 40, No. 41, No. 42...

43 Kedston Street!
At the corner of the street, Fan Ning saw two potted pomegranate trees at the door, a small piece of transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows, tables, chairs and decorations mainly in lavender and red, and a few scattered customers were approaching the dining table. end…

Are you mistaken, this is a small restaurant?

Fan Ning's eyes were a little dazed, not knowing whether he should go in or not.

He looked around, but found nothing, but when he looked up, he saw an extremely ugly plaque on the upper second floor. The font, color, and layout style on it could drive the designer crazy:

[Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office]
Well, as the address recommended by Mr. Anton, this name should sound more reliable than the restaurant, at least closer to my expectations.

But Fan Ning wandered around the street corner, but couldn't find where he could get to the Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office.

The uneasiness of being watched from behind became more and more intense, and Fan Ning even felt that the person in the dark was about to pounce on him.

He looked at the entrance of the hotel, gritted his teeth, and stepped on the luxurious carpet laid out at the door.

The warm air permeates the whole body, and the chill of late autumn is dispelled without a trace.

Along with it, there is an extremely attractive food aroma, which is similar to the mixture of the aroma of meat cooked with special spices, the fragrance of vegetables and fruits, and the sweet aroma of pastries.

Inevitably, he had an unbearably hungry appetite. He felt that his entire stomach had been emptied. His eyes were starving and his legs and feet were weak. He could eat a cow.

"Excuse me sir, we just closed," said a young waitress in a light tunic.

"Oh..." Fan Ning responded, looking inside as much as possible, and saw a young guy at the cashier desk looking down at a thick book, and another person in a chef's uniform left behind to clean up the dishes. Back view, besides, there is only this waitress.

"Well, no, are you that woodpecker?" Fan Ning choked on his saliva, and said with a guilty conscience.

The young man at the cashier looked up, put on the black-rimmed glasses at hand, and looked at Fan Ning: "Our business consulting office is closed at the same time, sir, please come tomorrow."

"Well, I'm looking for Sir Viadrin. I'm Carolne Van Ning, a student of Professor Anton Cornell." Fan Ning wondered why his expressive ability suddenly became so smooth.

Is it because I haven't eaten much all day, and now I'm hungry?
"That student from Anton?" A loud voice came from a high place.

At this moment, Fan Ning suddenly felt that the lingering uneasiness receded.

Not far from the door, in a place I hadn't noticed before, a curtain with a fabric color similar to the environment was pulled open, revealing the stairs leading to the second floor.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray crop top and white canvas pants came down.

"President." The two people next to him greeted each other.

His facial features are sharp and angular, his skin is dark, he is tall, almost bald, his limbs are as stable as cables, and his eyes are as sharp as knives.

Fanning even felt that this was not the temperament of the pianist he expected.

Of course, he still greeted politely: "Hello, are you Sir Viadrin?"

The bald man looked at Fanning scrutinizingly, which made him panic.

After a long time, the bald man asked, "Have you eaten?"

"??? Huh?" Fanning suspected that he had heard wrong.

"Let me ask you, have you eaten yet?" The man's voice became louder.

　The curtain on the mysterious side is about to be lifted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)