musicians of old

Chapter 242 275 Text Messages (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Shouldn't my phone run out of power long ago?"

Although it was dark in the middle of the night and there was no one around the campus, Fan Ning still gave up his habit of taking out his mobile phone.

While walking quickly back to the hotel, he probably figured out why the phone suddenly turned on.

"Tower Caster" means boundaries, dynamics and changes. Lightning and energy are its common symbolic meanings, and the abstract meaning of "key" also contains lightning.

It is probably because after I entered the dream-moving secret realm "Spark Field", some kind of reverberation from it automatically charged the battery of the mobile phone.

Although it is not an unexpected trend, it just saves the energy of making a hand generator by yourself.

He was still involved in the dispute over the collection of wreckage by the Special Patrol Office, and there was unknown pollution in the "old days". These two ominous things that he suddenly knew made Fan Ning feel very gloomy, but his attention was temporarily limited by the mobile phone in his pocket. Transfer away.

"Hi, you're back." As soon as he entered the hotel, Fanning heard Sheeran's voice from the other side of the lobby.

Fan Ning, who was going to the front desk to book a room, had to follow the sound. The girl in nightgown was leaning on the corner sofa and looking at herself, with a music magazine spread out on her lap.

"Aren't you all under the quilt?" Fanning calmed down a little, and sat down beside her.

"I didn't sleep well at first, but at about one o'clock in the morning, Lawyer Monroe called again, and now I couldn't sleep at all. I wanted to wait for you to come back to see the situation." She responded with a smile at first, but gradually Still keenly caught Fan Ning's strangeness, while explaining, his dark eyes began to seriously look at Fan Ning's expression.

"What happened to the Gold Ronnie Watch Factory and the Langefni Pigment Factory?" Fanning looked at her nonchalantly and asked.

As he expected, Salman must have signed the work arrangement opinions drafted by his right-hand deputy "Vassius" before the vacation. The mysterious security affairs of such a large industrial city also include the daily operation of the Special Patrol Office. There are so many signatures in Salman's hands, Fanning alone has submitted more than a dozen new ones that day, and the matter of Stanley and Julius is not considered a major matter.

Sheeran said "hmm", closed the music magazine and handed it back to the wooden shelf beside the armrest of the sofa: "Sure enough, the key to this kind of case involving big business owners and factory owners lies in the attitude of the Special Patrol Office. The previous labor case When it first broke out, we had done so much work, especially the old lady Hamilton was running around at an early age, and Monroe worked overtime almost to the point of depression, but each family of the deceased received dozens of pounds in compensation, and Stanley was still sitting at home Count the money."

Fan Ning nodded slightly: "It's also related to the fact that we have found more evidence of evil names in subsequent investigations. Even without this operation, the Guidance School can exert greater pressure. How is that guy doing now?"

"I'm already squatting at the police station." Sheeran said, "The investigation tip you gave is very detailed, and it also directly pointed out that the eldest daughter of her family died suddenly after contacting the evil god organization. The official document of the Uvransell Branch of the Office has both the draft signature of the second person and the signature of the first person. The efficiency is not low. In the evening, Du Pont, Monroe, Cyndia, and two special inspectors Department investigators, two teams of police officers, a total of five people with knowledge and more than [-] police officers were dispatched together."

"Your guess is very accurate. When investigating the source of the paint in the Langefni Workhouse, they followed your instructions and ordered the production team leader to turn off the blower with plant aroma on the spot, so those who know have noticed some kind of If there is no smell, I followed the source all the way and found a hidden transportation pipeline."

"Transportation pipeline?"

Fanning's initial prediction was that they had built some kind of secret compartment, tunnel, or basement to collect or pre-process transmuted human bodies, but from the name, why does it seem like a large-scale long-distance project?

"The existence of this pipeline is very rare. At first they found several deep holes under the inconspicuous corners. The diameter of these deep holes is so small that people can't get in. Those transmuted human tissues flowed out from them. They found a cave similar to an 'operating table' in the caves around the workhouse. Through the gap behind the cave, the inspiration can vaguely perceive the huge and deep space below."

"Based on initial perception, the transportation pipeline runs roughly from east to west. The poorhouse is neither the starting point nor the end point, and its transportation power comes from some extraordinary factor. It can be operated with the brilliance psychic liquid and the activation secret. This shows that This set of underground projects has existed for a long time, and it is definitely not something that Stanley, Julius, or the 'experience officer' Eroff can organize in twos and threes and a group of hired workers to build it."

"East-west direction? Isn't the east side the Mecklen region of Uflandsell, and the west side is the Santa Ramborg under our feet." Fan Ning, who is already the head of the branch, chewed on the key words in the progress of the investigation team, "The stench, the transmutation paint, the deep space, the crevice of the cave. Why do you feel that there are many elements of deja vu?"

"The report is over, President Fanning." Sheeran sat a little closer and looked at him sideways, "So, you were not in the right mood just now, did you encounter any bad things?"

A faint fragrance lingers around, and Fan Ning's eyes are intertwined with the girl's concerned eyes.

There is no psychological burden at all to bear the pressure of pollution from the personality level of the Lord of Witness alone, and to withstand the threat of investigation from the presence of Poglerich, the director of the Special Inspection Office.

The above description, maybe a few people can easily do it, such as the Chosen One in most of the novels I read in my previous life.

But Fanning's essence has always been just an artist with a little conceit, melancholy and sensitivity, or an "art lover" in his previous life. Perhaps the only benefit of this personality is that he can write good music, play the piano well, and play the piano well. A good band, and nothing else can be considered an advantage.

My usual rational, calm or polite way of doing things is a state that needs to be "deliberately maintained". It's not like some people can sway freely and enjoy it.

Faced with Sheeran, who accompanied him through his entire public school career, worked closely together after graduation, and experienced many life-and-death crises together, Fanning's psychological burden instinctively turned into a subtle sense of comfort and confiding in the first place want.

He carefully organized some words in his heart, but he felt that none of them were working, so he was naturally silent for a while.

But he thought he could at least ask her if she felt polluted, so he had a short-circuit in his mind and asked a question that didn't convey the meaning: "What do you think of me as a person?"

"Ah?" The girl caught off guard and covered her small mouth, "You? Me."

"Uh, what I mean is, do you think there's anything strange about me recently?" Fanning hurriedly corrected his sentence.

It stands to reason that most of the hidden pollution is not self-aware, but bystanders, especially those familiar with it, may be able to see some signs.

"You're weird today." Various thoughts flashed through the little girl's mind, and her voice was inexplicably slightly annoyed.

But then she saw Fan Ning's apologetic face in a wry smile, and remembered his gloomy look before, so she softened her voice and sat a little closer again: "I'm just kidding."

"Last year when we listened to Dean Gould's New Year's concert, you told me that you would select a group of young people from labor families and civilian schools to train after the establishment of the symphony orchestra. What is the reason for this? It doesn't seem to be related to your plan to hire musicians with high salaries."

Sheeran changed the question to Fanning's favorite music topic, and wanted to continue chatting with him for a while.

"There is this consideration." Fanning said, "Stanley has been arrested, and the nature of the labor case has been clarified. This plan will be carried out together with me, Attorney Monroe and Ms. Hamilton when we visit the laborers to finalize their compensation."

"Now its plan is clearer. These young people will be used to form the affiliated chorus and the affiliated 'Youth Symphony Orchestra' of professional symphony orchestras. They will have independent training and performance systems, and they will have relatively different The audience stratum of society, including pricing, repertoire and philosophy, is a vital, essential part of my music business vision, which I call 'art popularization'."

"Great, great idea." Sheeran listened intently: "Actually, since I knew you, you have been submitting things to the symphony orchestra. Of course, before, it was more purely ideal, angry or joking. And it’s mostly on occasions when my father failed to perform or was treated unfairly, but it’s really becoming a reality right away. I think now I can plan the training and performance plan in detail, as well as the pricing, management, media promotion, and record recording plan.”

"It's too late, let's discuss it another day." Fanning looked at the clock on the lobby wall.

".Okay, I forgot that you haven't rested for too long." The girl blinked.

"Well, we'll get up early tomorrow and go to 'visit' Joan's work. Tonight, we can bring out some useful echoes from the movement for emergencies. Now, let's go to bed first."

The two went upstairs and walked through the corridor. When Sheeran started to look for the room key in the small satchel, Fanning who followed behind said "ah": "I didn't book a room."

Sheeran turned around and saw that Fanning had strode back, leaving only a back: "After entering the lobby, I was planning to go to the front desk at first, but I forgot about it later."

A few minutes later, Fanning returned here with the key to the adjacent guest room, and saw that she was still standing there, "Sheeran, why don't you go in?"

The girl approached, reached out and stroked Fanning's hair lightly.

"What I talked about last night, you should have gone through a process from excitement to retreat to dangerous tension, or from purely focusing on art to withdrawing and returning to complex disputes, so the recent mental state is indeed not as good as before. I guess I just need to take a break."

"Who did you learn this from?" Fanning finally smiled.

"Naturally." Sheeran looked at each other and smiled, "So there are other unpleasant things you can share with me."

"The reason you mentioned is one of the reasons." Fan Ning said, "In addition, there was a dream revelation test over there just now. Since the knowledge involved is relatively high, the complexion should be caused by exhaustion of inspiration and exposure to transcendental scenes. Other than that, no major issues."

"I can wait for you again." Xilan's eyes rolled darkly.

"You think, if there is any big problem, I should be treated or purified by the three masters of the school now." Fanning blinked before imitating her.

"That's right, good night then." She took another deep look at Fanning.

"Good night." After the two closed the door, Fan Ning stared in the direction of the girl's room in a daze.

Did she even notice that something was wrong with me?some unknowing aspects.

"Xiran, I'm sorry, I have considered it seriously, but I really don't know where to start, and I don't know whether it is good or bad for you and me, and whether it has any substantive positive meaning."

"I don't even know where I will be next year, next year, and after that if pollution is true."

He didn't turn on the light, and threw himself directly on the soft big bed in the darkness.

He used the most eye-damaging side-lying position, and took out the phone with the most accustomed and natural movements.

After the thumb presses the lock screen button, the screen lights up, there is no signal, and the battery is 100%.

"Did I stay up late on a hotel bed and check my phone during a certain trip?" Fan Ning suddenly felt a sense of magical confusion.

Maybe the previous life was decided randomly, and this life is also dead in vain, just like Kaplan said, it was just a prank.

On the first lock screen interface after power off and on, you need to manually enter the password, and you can't see any message before unlocking.

After Fan Ning entered slowly, the phone began to vibrate continuously for a long time.

A series of text message reminders poured into the screen densely, crowding out the DingTalk messages of the boss gank employees that I hadn't had time to review in an instant.

Fan Ning looked at the string of garbled numbers and content text, and a creepy feeling surged from his heart.

He even turned his body instinctively, and quickly rolled himself up with the hotel quilt.

This fear is related to strangeness, but it is not completely unknown strangeness.

It is a feeling similar to the meaningless repetition of some ordinary things that are familiar to me and have changing laws, and are gradually collapsing:
[?this? ██ Reproduce ███ Corpse, Plant, Plant Insect]
[To this? ?Recreation of ███ Factory Corpse Factory]
[To this? ? ██Recreate ██ from your memory]
[To this world? ?Recreate your memories of ██/as much as possible ██]
[To the audience of this world, reproduce ██/as much as you remember? ]
[To the audience of this world, reproduce what you remember? ? / as much as possible? ,? ? ? /If ██ lives? ? ]
……

[To the listeners of this world, reproduce the music in your memory. / As fast as possible, as much as possible. / If you want to live. ]
I can only say that this is probably the feeling, but Fan Ning feels that there are actually some things that he doesn't seem to see very clearly.

Since the latest news came first, the order of browsing was reversed. Fan Ning slid all the way down for an unknown amount of time before he found the text message he should have received that night.

With it as the dividing line, the following text content is normal, except that the initial number box disappears with his promotion.

And upwards, the basic meaning seems to be repeated, but the performance gradually collapses, and even new weird characters have appeared in the recent few items.

The wrapping feeling of the quilt was reassuring, and Fan Ning's breathing gradually calmed down after seeing several horrific scenes.

He carefully swiped back and forth again, and quickly counted the number of text messages at once with his inspiration and insight.

There are 275 entries in total.

"Is this number simply too many, is it too many, or is it something else?"

After thinking for a few minutes, Fan Ning suddenly had a heart move and calculated a certain time point.

目前是新历913年8月23日凌晨，而音乐会穿越事件发生在新历912年11月22日.
Exactly 275 days!
Fanning, who discovered this connection, felt that some kind of unknowable creepiness began to appear in himself again.

Since the beginning of my time travel, what has been sending me such inexplicable text messages every day?

(End of this chapter)