musicians of old

At ten o'clock in the evening, on the second floor of the hotel, Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office.

The reception lobby is covered with a red carpet, and there are old sofas and coffee tables.

A negotiation room behind the corridor.

In a room of more than ten square meters, several gas lamps were turned on together, illuminating the four walls covered with dark green diagonal pattern wallpaper brightly, and there were almost no shadows on the objects.

Fanning was sitting on a soft armchair covered with light purple velvet, facing Sir Viadrin at the dark mahogany table.

He looked at the dinner plates for the two of them in front of him.

A chunk of thick-sliced ​​Nipro Western Ranch steak, steaming hot, drizzled with black pepper sauce; cold mashed potatoes with raspberries, strawberries, and black grape crumbs; Fried mullet meatballs; and a small glass of amber-hued Piodot red wine.

"I made it on the spur of the moment." Viadrin cut off a small piece of juicy steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and continued chewing, "If you haven't eaten, eat first."

Even if his voice was lowered, it still shook the eardrums.

"Oh? Oh." Fanning responded, hunger overwhelmed the surprise, and then started the tableware.

The steak is so tender that I almost bit off my tongue; the fruit mashed potatoes are cool, soft, sweet and salty; the meatballs are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a wonderful compound taste; the sour and light A Piodo red wine with a mixed taste, rich fruity aroma and throat impact.

It took Fanning only ten minutes to clean them up, and then he slumped in the armchair and watched the plates being cleared away.

Is it because after time travel, the first few meals were eaten too casually and dealt with?

For the first time, he experienced such a strong appetite and satisfaction.

I even feel that the inspiration for the continuation of the "First Symphony" has come out.

Should I say something delicious first...

"If I hadn't heard the news of Anton's death, I would have rushed back early, and you wouldn't have seen me." Vyadlin on the opposite side wiped his mouth and said.

"..." The polite words that Fan Ning hadn't concocted died prematurely, and he didn't know how to answer them.

"How much does this meal cost?" Finally, it was replaced by this sentence.

"If it's cooked by the young man downstairs, it's not expensive, just a few shillings a pound."

black shop...

Fanning shut his mouth in horror.

"It might be the best choice for Anton to let you complete his last symphony." Viadrin suddenly chatted about this topic.

"Is... is it? Why?"

"When I was out, I received a letter from him, and when I learned that he was going to let a student who had not yet graduated continue to write and publish it, I thought it was too childish, until I rushed back to Uvransel overnight, and happened to listen to your impromptu performance .”

Fan Ning was a little surprised: "You were also there this morning?"

"So do you want to talk about your teacher first, or the 'one who knows' first?"

"Ah?" Fanning was a little surprised, he sat up straight, "Aren't you a piano teacher?"

The words that came out of his mind in parallel were actually: "Aren't you a chef?"

"Shouldn't you want to know those two first?" Vyadrin's thick voice hit the bottom of his heart.

Fan Ning nodded: "Indeed, let's talk about Teacher Anton first."

"Sheeran once had a sister."

"Eh?"

Fanning really doesn't know this.

Naturally, he didn't know Mr. Anton until he entered St. Lenia University. In less than four years, he had never heard of it from the teacher or Xilan.

And according to this statement, Mr. Anton's eldest daughter has been dead for quite a long time.

"Xilan's sister used to be a civil servant here. If she is still alive, she will be two or three years older than you."

"Then she is 'the one who knows'?" asked Fanning.

Viadrin shook his head.

"I watched her grow up as her first piano teacher. When she was about sixteen or seventeen years old, she was involved in a mysterious incident at school. Several other classmates she encountered at the same time died a few days later. "

"Fortunately, her piano teacher is me. In the second day of class, I noticed something strange and saved her from death."

"The instigator behind the mysterious incident is a secret organization dedicated to evil gods. We cooperated with the guys from the Special Inspection Office to destroy all the strongholds that were seized, investigated and dealt with all the evil people involved in the case, and eliminated the incident caused by the incident as much as possible. Impact."

"For the purpose of continuous protection, it is also a good job. Not long after, she joined our civilian staff to assist us in handling auxiliary daily affairs that are relatively less dangerous. Her father trusts me, so I am naturally happy Seeing this, of course, she also signed a confidentiality agreement for the specific affairs."

"And then?" Fanning couldn't help asking.

"Later? After a few years, she was still 'lost'..." Viadrin's voice was deeper than the bass register of the piano, "He ended his life in an incomprehensible way... This is her father's most painful thing memories that he doesn't even want to mention in any way."

in an incomprehensible way...

Just like what the police officer said about the death of those two classmates?
Fanning felt a little chill, and he couldn't help asking more puzzled questions:

"Are you a group of the 'Knowing Ones'?"

"Is the Orthodox Church that we are familiar with an organization of the 'Knowing Ones'?"

"What is your relationship with the Special Patrol Office?"

"What is 'lost'?"

.....
"So let's talk about the second topic, about 'the one who knows'." Viadrin said seriously.

Fanning sat up straight.

Viadrin got up, opened the dark lacquered oak cabinet against the wall, and took out a combination candlestick with a strange shape. There were seven layers, and the number of small candles on each layer was different, showing a mysterious uneven arrangement. sense.

Strike a yellow phosphorous match, and after all the candles are lit, turn off the switches of all gas lamps.

The room became dark and mysterious.

"Our spirit longs to be illuminated by a 'candle'." Amidst the flickering light and shadow, Vyadrin murmured to himself.

Put the candle holder on the table, clip the small glass aroma vaporizer on the metal ring of one of the largest candles, and drip the red mixed essential oil in the small brown bottle.

"The 'pool' of the secret atmosphere dispels the sense of disobedience."

There was a strange sweet smell in the room, which Fanning didn't quite understand.

Mix coarse salt with some kind of purple dye and sprinkle it on the outer circle of the tabletop to form a closed curve.

"The 'Key' is our refuge as we unpack inspiration."

Finally, Viadrin took out a disc-shaped black-purple lac resin record, put it into the shiny black cabinet phonograph in the corner, and pressed the switch.

Music sounded from the speakers.

"Art beyond words symbolizes the prayers that stabilize the mind."

"Requiem in A Minor, the late mass church music of Maestro Tarakani?" That was the only thing Fanning could recognize, though he didn't understand all of it.

Candle shadows flickered in the room, and the fragrance diffused. Against the background of the heavy rhythm of strings and bells, the woodwind orchestra and French horn played a dark and melancholy prelude, and then the choir sang a dark, fearful, and trembling chant theme.

He suddenly felt that his senses became sharper, and his mouth felt a little thirsty, but his consciousness was wrapped in a thin layer of "membrane" or "structure", and he gained a strange sense of protection.

"Sir Viadrin, I...I want to ask, why is this topic being discussed?" Fanning finally asked.

"Because most of what we're going to talk about next will involve 'hidden knowledge'." Vyadrin's answer made him even more confused.

"So, all of this is the protection of our sanity."