musicians of old

Chapter 204 The Small Card of the Hotel (4K [-]-in-[-])

With the assistance of the station staff, the [-]th and [-]th members of the Symphony Orchestra quickly gathered in a small open space next to the platform, and efficiently transferred to the exit, and collectively boarded a batch of pre-packed cars. carriage.

"Caroun, do you think it's hot?" Joan gently fanned her dress.

"hot."

Fan Ning realized as early as when he stepped out of the train carriage that the summer heat in this place was worse than that of Uvransel.

He opened the corner of the curtain of the carriage, and the night view of the streets around the station looked similar to that of Uflandsel, which is also an industrial city, but the latter was just scattered in small pieces, far inferior to such a magnificent expanse of ocean. .

As the industrial heart of the empire with a permanent population exceeding 13 million [-] years ago, the city of Fort Santaram is full of huge steam engines and steel pipes under the surface of the city. , to provide power for the factories and residents of the city, but also to cover the sky with fog, making it difficult to see the sun all year round.

The incandescent light of the huge airship soaked the night sky, staring down like giant eyes at the chimneys, factories, buildings with pointed roofs and billboards on steel brackets. It is very clean, and the continuous flow of carriages and cars brings up lead gray water splashes one after another.

"The atmosphere in the imperial capital is indeed different from usual." Lu said next to him.

"How do you say it? Where is it reflected?" Fanning asked.

"The number of pedestrians. At this time, there are much more people in this central area than now... The martial law of the security system has increased a lot. As a result, homeless people and poor people will be driven away, and they will not stay where they can be seen on the main road. Second, some citizens who are aware of the atmosphere will tend not to go out after dark... No matter what, tell the students to stay at the hotel with peace of mind and limit free activities."

"I explained it before departure. I suggest you focus on investigating the safety of the subway..." Fan Ning shared some information that Julius gave when she was in the small town of Watznai.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, everyone settled down at the "Grand Hotel Poetius" in the tulip parish of Fort Santa Lambert.

Before the late era of the Hoffman Empire, the influence of the Church of the Holy Sun on ordinary people gradually reached its peak. The diocese replaced the status of the village or the lord's manor, and it was the grassroots unit in the divisions of various local governments. At most, it reached more than 21500 in the country. .After several administrative reforms, the cultural influence of the church at the lowest level of the people is still deeply rooted, but the non-religious affairs functions of the towns and counties have basically disappeared. The "Tulip Parish" is just an unchanged Generic or customary.

According to Fanning's father's work file of the Special Patrol Office, the previous stop to investigate the anomalous area was Tulip Parish.

Located in the center of Fort Santaram, the Boethius Hotel is only a 15-minute walk from the Tiolein National Concert Hall. The piano comes from the same company.

Most of the well-known artists from all over the world who go to Santa Rambo to perform stay here, needless to say the specifications and costs.

The dinner was very simple. The staff in charge of the logistics ordered boxed lunches and snacks directly from the hotel, and asked the service staff to deliver them to the rooms of the musicians on the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors. The negative emotions that come are not light.

Fanning returned to his room, threw his carry-on bag towards the big sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window, then frowned and began to clean up the pile of envelopes and small cards in his hand.

There might be twenty or so in total.

Some of them were handed to me by the hotel staff when I just checked in at the front desk - the sender had already inquired about the itinerary of the symphony orchestra and knew that his conductor would be staying at the Poethus Hotel.For the other part, the sender even knew the room number he booked, and directly put it in the mailbox at the door in advance.

There were a few more outrageous ones, which Fanning picked up on the ground after he unscrewed the door.

"Dear Young Composer, Conductor, and Pianist Mr. Carolne Van Ning: You are sincerely invited to be the family piano teacher of the three daughters of Baron Raymond. Miss Dee and Miss Isabella are fascinated by it. The teaching tasks and time cycle can be arranged according to your wishes, and we can make up for your occupied personal time at least 30 pounds per hour, and give you the Raymond family The highest courtesy. Yours sincerely」

"Teach each lady for one hour a week, with a weekly salary of 90 pounds and an annual salary of more than 4000 pounds?" Fan Ning held the eloquent letterhead with hundreds of words, and began to count quickly in his heart, "It's quite sincere, monthly My income has already reached the annual income of the middle-class threshold, but I run back and forth between cities twice a week, and I spend too much energy on the three ladies, so I can't do other things."

"The main reason is that I have written so much. I don't know how the piano foundation and practice progress of the few people are." Fan Ning raised his wrist, and the letterhead spun and fell into the trash can in a parabola.

"Dear Young Musician Mr. Carolne Van Ning: You are cordially invited to attend the dinner and music salon held by Ms. Camilla, an art critic and editor-in-chief of "Events" at 8:22 p.m. on August 7."

"Event? Why didn't I know that Tiolein had this newspaper?" The envelope continued to fly into the trash.

".You are sincerely invited to be a judge for the final of the "New Year 8 Fort Santa Lambert Annual Potential Pianist Competition" held at the West Vifleur venue of the Tiolein Summer Art Festival on August 24. The appearance fee is 913 pounds."

"There are also sub-venues in the Summer Art Festival? The popularity is not so high. Who organizes this kind of pheasant piano competition? The judges' appearance fee is not even a whole number." Fan Ning raised his hand again.

"Dear conductor and collector Mr. Carlone. You are cordially invited to attend the art-themed summer night pool party at Gil Ezia Beach in the lowlands on the evening of August 8th. From your faithful friend, Big Gordy Earl Gardner of the Verde Coal Company."

"What does the pool party have to do with the theme of art?" Fan Ning looked at the invitation letter in his hand with a strange expression, "...Why do you use cards instead of envelopes? photo?"

"... I always feel like I've seen something like this before." The trash can made another sound.

Fanning suddenly recalled that when he was a child, he seemed to have heard his father Vincent complain about such topics.

Once people make some noise in the art world, they will start to receive activity invitations from all sides—this seems to be a side angle, which can reflect that artists in the mystic world have a higher social status.

Even some outrageous or faux pas that happened to them will be taken for granted by the artist.

The premiere of "Death and the Maiden" at the music salon, the premiere of "The First Symphony", the new conductor of the symphony orchestra, the "trailer" of the radio station... After a few minor disturbances, the number of event invitations has increased, but what about the quality?
In these activities, one side needs the enthusiasm of artists to consolidate one's high society status, and the other side needs to increase the exposure of one's own activities to raise the value of art. It is not ruled out that some famous people are very happy with this and begin to indulge in sensuality. But in Fanning's view, if you participate too much, you are wasting your artistic life.

Art exchange is necessary, but we must try our best to choose a high-quality platform, isn't it?
After looking at a dozen of them, he threw all the envelopes and cards into the trash can.

After hastily filling his stomach, Fanning re-checked the locks of the doors and windows, and then took out the top hat from the briefcase, the shape of which was already somewhat distorted.

There were many people in the imperial capital, and he didn't dare to walk across the street with an investigator's belongings in public, so he forcibly stuffed the hat into the briefcase.

He turned and stared at the top hat that fell out of the ashes of the doll inexplicably for a while, and felt that there was always something wrong compared with when he saw Vassius wearing it, but he couldn't tell for a while.

Fanning tried to look at it on the floor, on the desk, on the big bed, on the cloakroom, on the toilet in the bathroom...

Nothing came of it, and in the end, for some reason, Fan Ning walked to a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room, moved it above his head and gestured for a while.

Then, he continued to let go in a strange way, and with a "snap", the hat covered his head.

Patterns like black and white grids suddenly flashed before Fanning's eyes. His muscles and bones seemed to be covered with something, and he was lightly strangled a few times. The scene before my eyes dropped my jaw!

The gentleman in the floor-to-ceiling mirror wears a top hat and an all-black suit, with small and squat features and a sullen expression.

How...how did I become like Vassius?
His hand was suddenly cold, Fan Ning looked down, heck, even the pocket watch was in his hand again.

Fan Ning first moved back and forth around the room, made some body movements, then stood back, looked at "Vassius" in the mirror in surprise, and finally lowered his voice tentatively and said:

"You sure didn't disappoint me!"

"After we go back, let's go to the Special Inspection Hall to have a good chat about the Ni Turner Art Museum..."

...Is it such a high imitation?Fanning savored carefully the various sensations in his body and consciousness.

After taking off the hat, a similar illusion appeared in the field of vision and body again, and then changed back to its original appearance.

"So this mysterious incident, I didn't make a trip in vain? Did I come back with something?" He couldn't help laughing at himself, "But... this matter is indeed a bit difficult to understand."

To say that it is an extraordinary item that cannot be easily erased?But it did evaporate with Vassius, only to fall out of the puppy doll's ashes later.

Say it is a ritual vessel with more special mysterious characteristics? ...The role is to become what you look like?What could this mean?
Fanning pinched the brims of the top hat with both hands, turned it over and looked at it a few times, and then suddenly found a white, swirling snake-shaped symbol made of sunken abstract lines at the top of the hat.

He was so frightened that his hat fell off his hands, and he stepped back a few steps.

Why did the Lord of Witnesses, the "Philip of the Word of Truth", appear! ? ! ?
Cold sweat suddenly seeped into Fanning's vest.

I had almost forgotten about this matter!
In the night before today's departure, Fanning had some uncomfortable dreams in which he felt that he was being watched inexplicably, and it was just like this that he acted very cautiously since he left the house early in the morning.

But then the points that attracted my attention were: ghost stories, production accidents, train failures, "hidden lights", the town in Joan's memory, the connection between the fragments of the sound series...etc.

So how many factors of the "law of entanglement of secret history" are mixed in this mysterious incident?

After calming down for a while, Fanning picked up his hat again.

The two most dangerous nodes of hidden knowledge, one is the impact of new knowledge on the original cognition and three views when receiving it for the first time; Change.

Just now I re-see the symbol of "Mantra of the Mantra", it is neither the first situation nor the second one, the main reason is that this incident is a little frightening, which frightened me.

After Fan Ning carefully reviewed the experience of the town of Watznai in his heart, he found that there was another very important point that he could not understand at all.

...Could it be, Mr. F?

When Mr. F scrutinized him for the first time, Fan Ning felt that he seemed to be scanning the crowd to find something, and the eye contact made him briefly think of "the scorpion of mantra". Who would study this hidden knowledge of existence?And why did you stay in the small town of Watznai?Is he unable to escape or does he not want to go out?

At that time, I had a very strong fear and a sense that the situation was out of control.

When the loss of control was at its peak, it was this person who unknowingly took things from everyone.

It's just that the key to the art museum was accidentally left in the secret place of Yiyong by him, and he returned the baton "Old Day" to himself after he got it-it was this incident that dispelled his sense of vigilance, and the "Old Day" had already disappeared. Many mysterious properties have been initially discovered, and there may be greater value. If Mr. F is really malicious, or wants to keep it for himself, what can he do then?

Moreover, after everyone went to 1F, which is the actual second floor of the art museum, they have never interacted with Mr. F again, and it is not known that he is not clear about what happened upstairs.

After such a large circle of memories, although Fan Ning still felt a little horrified when he saw the symbol of "Mantra of the Word", he rationally told himself that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Vassius was left behind by the trigger of mysticism, and this top hat allowed him to disguise himself as him. From this point of view... As the manager of the art museum, Mr. F was helping himself throughout the whole process, no matter what his subjective thoughts were, at least, the result was so.

This allows you to optimize the previously set disposal plan and choose a more proactive approach.

Does the matter of the top hat need to be kept strictly confidential, only to be known to myself?
...If you say that you want to take the initiative to attack the Special Patrol Office, it would be better to verify the safety and have someone you trust to respond.

So Fan Ning opened the door, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the black receiver, and dialed the phone in the room not far away.

"Hello?" Hiran's voice came.

"it's me."

"Oh, Caroun...what's up?"

"Come to my room."

"...Okay." The girl's voice on the opposite side hesitated for a second or two, and then Fanning heard the indistinct voice of Joan from a little distance away, "Caroun, are you not writing a song today... I can come over with you Play?"

Fan Ning thought for a while and said, "You all come together."

　Thanks to Ruoqiu Zhishui, Xingyu Xingzhou, and Li for the monthly pass on September 9~
　　
　
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