musicians of old

Chapter 2 The Origin of the Event

"Uh, this is actually a mobile lighting device. As you all know, the flashlights invented by the Empire in recent years are too heavy, the light is unstable, and the duration is too short. Out of curiosity, I bought a self-proclaimed inventor. The new patent sample promoted by some people, but it soon became a piece of scrap iron, I should have been deceived by a liar..."

Amid the disturbing eyes of the two officers, Fanning managed to keep his tone as serious as possible.

Believe it or not, anyway, I do.

Fortunately, before the concert, I put my backpack in the locker, and only my mobile phone was with me, otherwise one story would not be enough.

"There are indeed a lot of weird inventions these years." The other party's expression showed no emotion, "We need to keep it for now, and investigate its relevance to the case. Is there any problem?"

"Please go ahead, officer, this is a deceptive thing." Fanning waved his hand indifferently.

But he was very depressed in his heart, the only item that he traveled through with him was taken away at the beginning.

Fortunately, there is no electricity and no signal, even if they can find a way to turn it on, they can't understand the language, and they will not admit it even if they are killed.

The key information has been read, and it seems to be useless, barely harmless.

"Tell me what happened last night."

"What do I need to say?"

"Related to last night, what you know, what you experienced, start from where you think you need to start."

"Okay, officer."

Fanning managed to organize his thoughts, speaking slowly:
"My specialist teacher, Anton Konar, professor of musicology and composer, became obsessed with ancient music before the Gregorian period in the latter part of his artistic career."

"About a few months ago, Mr. Anton got a stack of fragments of sound series at an antique auction. Simply put, it is a paper with a sequence of notes written on it, and then began to study without sleep and food. As his closest student, I often Go to his house and participate in some small party discussions."

"Last night was Friday. The class had a regular open class. The place was in the small teaching hall of the school to discuss some chamber music creation techniques. Under the guidance of Teacher Anton, I played the piano, and a few violinists gave some demonstrations. The audience was about Twenty or thirty people are all students."

"Teacher Anton, as usual, researched private goods during the class. The response was mediocre, and some people even left early."

"It was near the end. Two students showed interest in ancient music materials, and they came to the stage and had some exchanges with me. We took turns to play, and then took turns to listen to the effect off the stage and give feedback to the performers."

When Fan Ning said this, the silhouettes of two human figures under the flashlight appeared in his mind.

"Others are gradually leaving the venue. Mr. Anton seems to be in a hurry. He left the venue without saying anything to me."

"Since I was sitting in the first row of the auditorium, my memory was fragmented. Then I woke up from the darkness and saw the scene. The police officer must have known it. In the end, I was afraid and ran out of the chamber music hall. "

Fan Ning basically answered truthfully according to memory, except for the matter of time travel.

"Tell me about the last discussion meeting at the professor's house." Inspector Ellens continued.

"This Thursday afternoon, besides my teacher and me, there are two other people, um, their name is..." Fanning's head throbbed again, "Furkan Harvey, Nora Carr, these two people."

Inspector Ellens spoke calmly, and continued:

"Fulkan Harvey, male, a third-year student at St. Lenia University, majoring in piano. He was found dead in the school piano room yesterday morning. His body was folded inside the baby grand piano in a distorted position. The immediate cause of death was suffocation. It is not clear how the deceased got in, and the on-site detection did not find any traces of other people's activities."

"Nora Carr, female, a third-year student at Saint Lenia University, majoring in literature. She was found dead in a single apartment last night. The eyes, nose, and mouth of the corpse were sewn together with dense stitches. The direct cause of death was suffocation. The scene The detection situation shows that the act was done by the deceased himself, and no traces of other people's activities have been found."

Fan Ning broke out in a cold sweat.

As a high-risk social animal in the chemical industry, he feels that he has heard and seen some "big scenes".

But these ways of dying, and the scene I saw yesterday
He suddenly became anxious and panicked: "Then, what about my teacher?"

"Unfortunately, shortly after you fell into a coma last night, we received the news that Professor Anton Cornell shot himself at home and died."

Fan Ning only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and large streams of blood flowed into his cheeks, and all kinds of negative emotions surged up, and he couldn't tell whether it came from himself or the original owner.

Horror, shock, and overwhelming sadness and unacceptability.

In the memory of the original owner, the mother's memory is vague, and the status of Professor Anton Konor in his mind is second only to his father's existence.

Good teacher, good friend, elder.
Especially after his father disappeared, his situation plummeted.

Professor Anton is one of the few people who treats himself the same as before.

Even in his subconscious plan, Ben would go to him for help as soon as he left here.

"Caroun, I regret what happened to you."

Although the two police officers spoke words of comfort, there was more emotion in their eyes: pity.

Researching unknown ancient relics, or trying taboo rituals, or encountering hidden evil spirits, nothing will happen. If something happens, they will either become monsters or eventually go crazy. There will be almost no survivors.

Just a matter of time.

The police continued to ask for some details and got up:

"We have requested the Special Patrol Office to intervene in such mysterious incidents and temporarily assume that you are the victim, but the investigation has not yet concluded. Please do not deviate from your original life track for more than 24 hours, otherwise you will be treated as a fugitive."

Fanning's brain was running fast, but his complexion was not very good.

After recalling the memory of the original owner a little, he understood why the policeman had that look in his eyes.

Although technology and industry are booming in this era, the weirdness and mystery have never left people.

Possibly the pills themselves.

Now that I can go, should I try to seek protection, or leave first?

This group of policemen didn't pay much attention to themselves, and their attitude tended to be more routine.

But behind the mysterious agency "Special Patrol" of the Empire seems to be a "knowledgeable person" who has some kind of extraordinary power.

After the mobile phone came out just now, Fan Ning was very afraid that the matter of time travel would be discovered after the intervention of the Special Inspection Office, and then he would be caught somewhere as a guinea pig for research.

But the person has died so that only you are left. If you choose one of the two, is it more important to survive, or to cover up the secret of time travel?
It's not a matter of choosing one or the other, you want it yourself.

He decided to leave immediately and try to decipher the content of the mysterious text message.

However, you must first pretend to be a normal reaction.

"Mr. Police Officer, you will keep me safe, right?" So Fan Ning asked eagerly.

"Our duty is to be responsible for the law and order of this city, to protect residents from violent attacks, and to sanction all kinds of criminals, but this does not include some incomprehensible incidents, Carlone, it is really difficult for us to stop you I stuffed myself inside the piano during practice one day"

Such dialogue is useless but necessary.

"Sign here the notebook, and then you can pick up any leftover personal items on the door rack."

Fan Ning took the pen and wrote "Carolne Van Ning" in Hoffman without any hesitation.

Then close the door.

……

The cold white light of the carbonized lamp is still shining, and the wall clock in the corridor points to [-]:[-] in the morning.

Fanning naturally put on his hat and gloves, held a mahogany cane inlaid with andandrite, walked through the corridor, walked to the side of the police station hall, and then stared at the mirror in front of him for a long time.

He is of medium height, a little thin and immature, with an old black dress and trousers, a white cotton shirt with a linen neckline and cuffs, and a light-colored bow tie that is a little wrinkled.

The costumes played in the public class of the college before.

Under the black silk top hat was a young and handsome face, but his complexion was not very good, with dark circles under his eyes and bloodless lips.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the hall.

The sky was slightly bright, and the cold wind was blowing head-on, making the whole person shiver.

The Tioleen Empire was originally located in the North Continent, and Uvransail was an industrial city in the north of the Empire. The weather in late autumn was already extremely cold.

The mist was heavy, the sun was not visible, and a fine drizzle was falling from the leaden gray clouds.

Across the street, a few guys in faded and yellowed vests, cigarettes dangling from their lips, and high-brimmed hats with their hands tucked into their sleeves were beating their chests around a coin-operated slot machine in front of the tavern.

In the circular square on the right, a huge billboard hangs on the steel bracket behind the knight sculpture. The blonde girl is wearing a white tunic dress, smiling gracefully in the rain. The popular aqua blue lantern sleeves make her arms full Look slender.

Fanning stepped into the street, merged into the noisy bustle, passed by gentlemen in frock coats with canes, and walked side by side with ladies with puppies on their hands and powdered faces.The smell of perfume, soot, and garbage, mixed with the intermittent smell of pomegranate oil wafting from unknown alleys, lingers in the nose.

The porters carried fresh fish from the South Wharf area to various scattered destinations. Small newsboys and flower girls walked out of the workers, met Fan Ning's expectant eyes, and plunged into the crowd in a blink of an eye. ocean.

The garbage trucks on the square whistled impatiently, and were covered by the steam roar of the huge airship in the sky.

Fanning suddenly felt difficult to breathe, and the noise in his ear was gradually distorted into syllables with unknown meanings, whistling past and then quickly leaving his mind like riding a roller coaster.

He tried not to distinguish, but his thinking seemed to be getting clearer and more uncontrollable to figure out the meaning of each syllable. The whispers gradually turned into manic roars, and the things in front of him began to appear vortex-like hallucinations.

Fan Ning knelt down, hugged his head, and closed his eyes tightly.

Let it end, let it end, this must be a nightmare, only me, when I go crazy, or die completely, I will wake up from the earth...

Such thoughts became stronger and weaker for a while, he shook his head vigorously, stood up forcefully, supported his cane, and panted heavily.

After the whispers and hallucinations subsided slightly, Fanning resisted the discomfort and walked quickly towards the school.

It took only ten minutes from the police station at No. 212, Green Peacock Street, in the Nelenia neighborhood, to No. 1 Saint Lenia University, and he saw the red wall of the school under the shade of trees.

"Caron!"

When he was still more than ten meters away from the south gate of the school, Fan Ning heard the girl's cry, which was not very clear in the cold wind.

He followed the prestige, without stopping.

The girl in front of her was carrying a bag in her hand, and she was wearing a large lavender court-style gown, which obviously didn't fit very well, and there was only a thin brown cake skirt inside.At the moment, her pretty face was bloodless, her eyes were red, her lips were tightly pressed, and the ends of her wet hair over her shoulders were slightly curled up, stained with rain.

Hiran Konar, the daughter of Professor Anton Konar, is 16 years old and is currently studying at the Ladies Grammar College under the University of St. Lenia to receive the necessary primary cultural education.

Due to the relationship between the original owner and Professor Anton, the two are very familiar with each other.

In the impression of the original owner, Sheeran can play the violin, study hard, like history books, operas and cold drinks, father and daughter have a very good relationship, although she is 5 years younger than herself, she looks at things maturely and has strong opinions, and communicates with her When I was a child, I always treated my peers with respect.

"Xiran, how are you?" Fanning's voice was low.

"I feel some voices in my ears." Xi Lan said softly, but her brows were tightly frowned.

Looking at the girl's delicate but pale face, Fan Ning's eyes showed a deep worry.

Although Xilan was not present at the last meeting discussing the fragments of the sound sequence, she had inevitably come into contact with that ancient artifact on previous occasions.

"Caroun, you don't have to worry about me." The girl's fair wrist reached into the satchel, "I have something from Dad for you."

"Put it in first."

Fan Ning quickly reached out to stop her, and then took her satchel into his hand.

He recalled the content of the mysterious text message, and the strange subtitle of [0/100] lit up again.

If you want to survive, try to reproduce the music in your memory in front of the audience as much as possible?

"There are too many people here, come on, follow me to the piano room of the academy."

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(End of this chapter)