musicians of old

On the premiere day on July 7, the dawn has completely arrived.

The warm summer morning light is driving away the darkness of the office inch by inch.

Along with it, came two supervising chief inspectors of the Special Inspection Office, seven senior investigators, and an impenetrable spiritual wall.

The third time you patted your shoulder like this to say hello?

A simple number in He Meng's words made Fan Ning basically understand the real progress of the current situation.

Surrounded by all eyes, Fanning turned around slowly, and walked back from the window to the desk where Norma Gunn was sitting.

He bowed his head, leaned forward, and put the scattered music scores on the table back into place.

Going around behind her again, he carefully put the letter into the drawer.

"Are you sure you don't want to listen to the show? There are some people I want to meet again." Fan Ning's tone seemed a little sad.

At the same time, he raised the porcelain cup on the table and slowly drank the little boiled water.

"There are still 13 minutes." The female inspector issued a cold reminder.

Fan Ning looked around the display in the room, then closed his eyes and opened them again, shook his head and smiled coldly:
"Well, please, everyone."

At 5:40 a.m., with the aisle dimly lit by security lights, Fanning strolled down the aisle.

He passed Sheeran's exclusive guest room next door, but he didn't turn his head or slow down.

Continue to move forward without looking sideways.

The figures and footsteps in the rear are like ghosts and ghosts, and the dense spiritual barrier is like a shadow.

He came to several dry storage rooms one after another, and took out the nine paintings that had been inspected one by one.

Including five fakes, including four other originals that also made the Special Inspection Office suspect.The real work is still in the cloakroom, but in fact, it doesn't matter if it is handed over to the Special Inspection Office, the initiative of sublimation is in your own hands.

The investigator next to him took the nine canvases and rolled them up.

Finally, in the S-shaped exhibition hall area of ​​the Turner Art Museum, everyone followed him into a circular souvenir sales room.

One side of the commodity rack containing exquisite picture albums moved out of thin air.

Going around in circles doesn't change the result. On the contrary, violent searches or hands-on actions will destroy this palace of art and pose a threat to the safety of your companions.

Salman sighed: "It's a good isolation secret. If it's completely aimless, it's really hard to notice. If it wasn't for the re-examination of various clues, coupled with the key revelations of the 'catastrophe', we really thought it was special." The secret of the Narrative Art Gallery is heretofore."

"After you brought out the "Room of Pain", you sublimated into this rear, right?" He Meng tapped his silver cane on the wall: "Familiarity...strangeness...I'm curious how you disguised yourself as Waxiu Si has not been discovered, so how much truth can you report to the leader at the meeting?"

"Can lying hide his mystical knowledge?" Fan Ning shook his head and chuckled, "Of course what I said is what I think is true speculation. Whether it is right or wrong, you have to judge for yourself."

Under He Meng's means, these walls seemed to gradually melt like wax, changing from a solid state to a viscous gelatinous state.

"Commander Fanning, you are more familiar with it." He made a gesture of invitation.

"You don't need to find such an excuse to coerce the way. Without your company, do you think I dare to go down?"

Fan Ning asked in a calm tone, but he did not refuse to cooperate needlessly, and stretched out his hand directly, squeezing in through the sticky wax layer.

On the top of the black stone brick road, gemstones and minerals shone with a different kind of light, the ritual vessel "blessing curtain" hung quietly on it, and the witness symbol of the "caster of the tower" circulated electric lights.

And after passing a certain vertical plane, the stench of putrefaction filled the throat and nose in an instant.

Fan Ning crouched by the well and saw Gang's black figure slowly congeal beside him.

When she found out that there was a bottomless well behind the secret door and smelled an unpleasant stench, she frowned and understood Fanning's intention of arranging this secret ritual.

Then he turned his head and said to the third Salman who squeezed into the wall and climbed up: "You go down first."

"Okay, Miss Gang." After Salman took the order, he and six other investigators grabbed the handrails on the wall of the well and entered.

Fanning naturally understood what they meant, and followed them into the well without saying a word.

Then came the two masters. When He Meng was the last to enter the well, he sealed the mouth of the well with a thick layer of wax, and the semi-melted wall paper outside gradually returned to its normal state.

It was as if yesterday's experience had recurred, but it was no longer two reliable companions, but nine enemies, seven in the front and two in the back, surrounded him in the middle.

After Fanning climbed about 30 meters down, he found a strange anomaly.

"Why does the handrail on the wall of the well always have a slightly greasy feeling?"

He continued to go down, during which his palm touched the stone bricks of the well wall several times calmly, and then found that these stone bricks were covered with large and small cracks, and still had a slippery feeling.

Obviously, during the previous exploration, the stone bricks felt tightly fitted, refreshing and smooth.

Could it be that something happened or is happening under the art museum later?
Fanning secretly kept an eye out.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the wreckage of the 'Old Days'?" Norma Gang was more than one meter above her, but her cold voice seemed to be uttered in her ears.

"Why don't you just say that the wreckage is in my hands, after all, I named him a band."

"How deep is it here?"

"You should ask the digger." Fanning responded to her question in a neutral manner.

For various reasons known to all, his intense irritability was written on his face.

He Meng, who has been secretly pondering his words and deeds, is accustomed to this, since Vincent built an art gallery here to cover up after he came out of the abnormal area, he must need the "fountain in the painting" to do something, he thinks that Fan Ning understands some information and is making preparations for exploration, but there is a high probability that the preparations are not completed and there is no time to go in.

"Sir, I haven't seen any signs of bottoming out yet." Salman's heavy voice came from the bottom.

Dark vertical passages, long descents, mechanical repetitive movements.

During a period of time that was somewhat monotonous and had no violent conflicts for the time being, taking advantage of the little peace, Fan Ning was thinking about the current situation in his mind, as well as the chances of winning and the final possible progress.

The Special Inspection Office is highly suspicious of its relationship with the wreckage of the "old days", but the purpose of this trip should be mainly related to the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" in the ruins of the "Grand Court School".After all, in their view, the purpose of going to the sealed room by pretending to be Vassius is to steal the "Room of Pain", which is exactly in line with the report on the "Gate of Seven Lights" at the United Dream Conference.

That command platform will not go back by itself, either it will face off inside for a long time this time, or return to the surface in advance after solving the trouble, and then escape from all this far away before the hunt comes.

But the advent of the "Second Symphony" is an irreversible fact. The nature and mission of the discussion group is destined to be unable to obliterate a real work of art. It is destined to be staged by the world one day, and it will not be too long.

Fanning had already left the note that should be left last night, and at that moment he felt an unprecedented relief.

I spent this time with awe, focus and restraint, and I didn't let down art or anyone's heart, and I didn't have to think about any influence other than myself.

The few "shooting opportunities" left by his father Vincent are his greatest reliance. He understands that the invisible power of the Triple Layer is a huge threat to He Meng and Gang, but can he seriously injure or even kill them?Fan Ning finds it hard to say, this is different from Vincent's unlimited hands-on, the biggest advantage is that they may not have expected this - he is just a ninth-level person who has an essential gap with the understanding person. It was already difficult to deal with seven investigators who were also high-ranking.

Going deep here now, the unknown environment is also a huge threat. It would be futile to deal with the enemy but not escape by yourself. First, look at their actions and intentions, and don't act rashly.

And if you make a move, you will be caught off guard at once, killing all that can be killed, and defeating as much as possible.

Fan Ning, who was climbing down the escalator, had a calm expression and even breathing, but the murderous intent in his eyes had already flashed by inadvertently.

……

Six forty in the morning.

Sheeran woke up about half an hour earlier than usual, but when she opened her eyes, she found that Joan had gotten up and changed early, and was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room looking out the window in a daze.

This is indeed a bit uncommon, but she didn't ask much other than saying good morning to each other. After a simple wash, she put on her pajamas and opened the door of the music director's office just a few meters away.

The door was unlocked, he had no habit of smoking, and the air in the office was full of fresh and familiar woody smell.

The desk surface is clean and orderly, his bow tie and pocket watch are next to the pen holder, a thin suit jacket is draped over the chair, and a stack of books and music scores are neatly placed in the middle.

There was also the still steaming hot breakfast plate, which was obviously just delivered by the servant.

He didn't get up today?
The work and rest habits developed in the past six months, the attendants will deliver the meals to the office on time at 06:30, and then he has already sat here and started eating.

Sheeran glanced at the table, stepped on her slippers, tiptoed to the door of the living room on one side, knocked lightly on the door and said in a low voice:
"Good morning, Carlone."

"You, get up, come on, are you?"

She smiled and pressed the side of her head against the door.

"Caron, can I have another breakfast?"

When there was no response, the girl smiled and blinked herself, stood there for a few minutes, and then knocked on the door lightly several times.

"If you don't get up, I will eat all the vegetable and fruit salad in your share first."

"Drink the milk too."

Finally, a trace of doubt flashed in Sheeran's eyes, and she picked up the keychain Fanning gave her from her pocket.

He has never slept in for such a long time, even if he hasn't gone out yet, he should be washing and changing.

After a little hesitation, she opened Fanning's living room door.

The morning light illuminates the spacious three-stage room, and the silhouette of a black grand piano shines in gold in the distance.

The pale blue vegetable print sheets are crisp and clean, the pillows are in place and the white blanket is neatly folded.

There was no movement in the bathroom either.

After saying goodbye late at night, didn't he go into the room to sleep?

Why did he talk to me so much all of a sudden last night, except for the day of Ms Hamilton's funeral, which seemed to be the second time this year, why did he laugh and ask me about my birthday gift in two months?
Sheeran's heart suddenly became anxious and uneasy.

She walked quickly back to Fanning's desk outside.

The top cover of the stack of books and music scores is "Chorus Teaching and Conducting", that is, the "Caroun Conducting Method" that has entered the research field of music and education.

She put the thick textbook away, and picked up the textbooks below one by one. They were still in the stage of handwriting, but after flipping through them, it seemed that they had finished writing.

"Harmony Course", "Counterpoint Course", "Form Analysis Course", "Orchestra Course"

Further down is...

"Six Sonatas and Suites for Unaccompanied Violin", "Six Suites for Unaccompanied Cello" and "Six Sonatas for Flute and Piano"

Xilan's white and thin arms were trembling slightly.

At the bottom is the score of the "Second Symphony", which he held in his hand while leaning on his chair yesterday.

She felt that it was difficult to breathe, and she held up the "Six Sonatas and Suites for Violin without Accompaniment" in both hands.

During flipping, the page stopped at a page with letterhead.

Sonatas and suites seem to be arranged alternately, and the stop position here is No. 4, which is Suite No. 2.

The fifth movement of Suite No. 2 in d minor, "Chaconne".

Didn't bother to look at the notes above.

The back of the letter was as black as ink, and she turned it over with trembling hands.

The handwriting is familiar, but it seems to be mixed with heterogeneous colors of pale gold and purple.

"From now on, I declare in writing that I will unilaterally withdraw from the Guiding School, resign from the post of president of the Uflandsell Branch, and resign from the post of music director of the old symphony orchestra. All businesses and assets under the Turner Art Hall, and individuals have published or The copyrights of the music scores, recordings or theoretical teaching materials in the creation are all permanently and free of charge to Miss Sheeran Cornell, as evidenced by the handwriting. Carolne Van Ning."

"boom!!"

The music score in the little girl's hand slipped and fell to the ground.

She felt like the sky was falling.

Yesterday... yesterday he said...

……

"Old works are fine? Your appetite is really small."

"Did you have a big idea in your heart?"

"It's huge."

"How big is it?"

"The size of Turner Art Hall." He gestured with open arms.

"What a cold joke." I was amused and smiled and narrowed my eyes.

"I'm serious." He blinked.

……

"I don't want this kind of birthday present!!!"

She closed her eyes, her thin shoulders were shaking violently, tears poured out one after another, hitting the music score on the ground drop by drop.

Gradually she squatted on the ground, sobbing out of breath, picked up "Six Sonatas and Suites for Violin Unaccompanied" again, and hugged it tightly in her arms.

"You ask me...why do you want to do it casually...just play the Violin Concerto a few more times...I'm going to wait for the premiere...I'll tell you after the premiere..."

"Because every time...you give me a gentle hug..."