musicians of old

Chapter 40 Joan's Findings
Standing on the shooting range, Fanning ejected the remaining three bullets from the revolver magazine and temporarily loaded them into the buffalo leather pouch on his side.

He decided that when he practiced guns every day, he would start with magazine loading and aiming, and spend a small part of his time shooting.

After the loading and aiming actions are proficient in each state, gradually increase the proportion of shooting practice.

"Except for the quota of [-] rounds a week, an extra bullet costs four pennies, which is equivalent to the price of a meal at a street stall. It's still the kind of extra, take it easy."

Press the fixing bolt, throw out the magazine, load the bullet, press it into the gun chamber, and push the hammer back...

Make an arm lift motion, stabilize the arm, retract, throw the magazine, dump the bullet, reload...

He deliberately lowered the speed of some single-group movements, but pursued an overall uniform speed and smooth movements.

In the leisurely, repeated exercises with time to think, let the fingers be familiar with the relative positions of the various parts, carefully experience their touch, and experience the cooperation of the hands.

His attitude is like that of a pianist who is seriously practicing the music slowly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Fanning stood in front of the target and practiced repeatedly for half an hour in the first round.

Sit down and rest for a while, shake your sore arm, and continue to practice loading the magazine at a slow speed.

After standing up and reloading more proficiently, Fan Ning tried to reload by walking, sitting, lying on the ground, and looking into the distance, reloading with his peripheral vision.

However, they all deliberately lowered their speed, repeatedly feeling the feeling in their hands.

Similar to the early stage of practicing a difficult and fast piano piece, he is not in a hurry to speed up.

In the empty shooting range on the fourth floor, the sound of mechanical impact and friction continued to sound.

An hour later, Fanning was much more familiar with the feel of the revolver.

In the end, I also tried to do more than ten shooting exercises. With the strong inspiration from those who know, I gradually adjusted my state. The number of rings on the 10-meter target has reached the range of 3-6 rings.

He went down to the second floor, opened the office of 209, and suddenly felt a bright light in his eyes.

It is indeed the office of the knowledgeable...

He even felt that the conditions here were slightly better than DuPont's room.

With an area of ​​about 20 square meters, partial pipes for gas heating and lighting are exposed on the wall, equipped with a separate washroom, a full set of desks and chairs, a cloth sofa that can lie horizontally, and a tea table embedded with dark green embossed leather tea set.

What satisfies him most is that there is also a brown "Ketisibio" upright piano in the office, which is the same brand as Sheeran's house, except that her house is a much more expensive seven-foot grand piano.

But this one is considered a high-end upright piano, and the market price is about 40-50 pounds, which is much higher than the old and small one in my bedroom.

Fanning tried a few ditties and liked the feel of it.

Then he found a stack of brand new staff printed paper under the cover of the piano bench, and sat down at his desk.

The fabric of the table is a whole piece of qin-back walnut gall wood, with a hollow pewter pattern, and there are several small drawers with exquisite and beautiful lines.

For the rest of the afternoon, he memorized and silently wrote the piano score of Chopin's "Fantasia Impromptu" on it.

Meanwhile, the old lady on duty at the front desk knocked on the door and asked about his food order needs. Between the food downstairs and the restaurant next door, Fanning chose the latter—the choice of most colleagues most of the time.

Then, the young man in charge of finance and logistics, Vermode, knocked on the door again.

Brought him a brand new men's portable double-layer briefcase, made of cowhide, shiny.

There are also brand-new 16-gold banknotes—the young man explained that it was because Fanning joined the Guidance School in the second half of November in time to pay two weeks' salary.

In the printing room, the clumsy steam-powered rotary printing machine rattled, slowly spitting out the engraved writing paper printed with "Fantasia Impromptu".

Fan Ning put away all the small items he needed, and walked back to the apartment on Lunwan Avenue not far away.

He replaced a set of neat clothes for changing and washing-as for household clothes, Mr. Anton had a lot of them in his regular guest room.

Then he hid the revolver bag in his waist, put on a silk black top hat, carried a cowhide briefcase, and went out with a mahogany walking stick.

"It's kind of like the kind of gentleman who needs to be in and out of parliament a lot."

Standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror outside a clothing store, Fanning joked.

It was close to five o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at the gate of Saint Lenia University.

The College of Literature and History is composed of four rows of complex-style buildings. The main colors are silver and gray, and the corner stones and cornices carved with reliefs connect the outlet corners and details. The original style is very strong.

Fan Ning walked in through the main entrance surrounded by vines, followed the chat memory of the three during lunch yesterday, and checked the signs everywhere to find the classroom number of Joan's professional class today.

"The proportion of girls here seems to be larger than that of the music school..."

It was the end of get out of class time, and the students came out in groups. The aisles and stairs of these buildings were much narrower than those of Fan Ning's previous university.

Just as he slowly squeezed through the corner of a certain floor, he continued to lament that in this world without mobile phones, it is too difficult to find someone——

With a "bang", a nimble figure running at a fast trot solidly bumped into his chest, bringing a messy and sweet fragrance.

"Ah—" the girl's soft cry sounded.

Many students passing by suddenly slowed down and looked sideways.

The men's black silk top hat and the white women's soft hat both fell to the ground. Fan Ning hurriedly squatted down to pick them up, and then handed back the warm little soft hat to the other party.

The girl on the opposite side was wearing an informal water-green cashmere trench coat, with a one-neck blouse and a light-colored pleated skirt inside.

"Joan, what are you doing running so fast?" After seeing the delicate and small face of the other party clearly, Fan Ning said dumbfoundedly.

Joan reached out and rubbed her smooth forehead, her voice was still so cheerful and lively: "I'm going to ask you for something, I'm five minutes late for get out of class today, I'm afraid you have already left after class at the college."

Fan Ning wondered, "I don't have class today. I clearly said that class will be tomorrow."

Joan stuck out her tongue: "Oh, I remember wrong."

Fan Ning choked out internal injuries: "...what's for dinner tonight."

"Let's go, go to your conservatory first. The investigation you asked me to conduct earlier has progressed. I'm going to confirm something with you."

Qiong led the pace and walked in front without stopping, looking back at Fan Ning with a hint of complacency in her eyes, and beckoned herself to follow quickly.

"So fast? Confirm what?" Seeing that the satchel in Joan's hand seemed to be full, Fanning suddenly felt that he couldn't see through her.

"You asked about Senior Sister Nora Carl who died in our hospital before. According to my investigation, she knew Furkan Harvey, the deceased in your hospital."

"It's strange, they are still acquaintances." Fanning said.

Even though he is now a third-level sage, he still shudders when he thinks of the death of these two people, one of whom sewed his eyes, mouth and nose, and the other got into the piano.

"These two people know each other because they are a couple," Joan said.

"what?"

"The kind of underground romance."

"You can investigate this."

"Of course." The corners of Joan's small mouth raised slightly, and she said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, try developing an underground relationship, and I will find it out for you in a few minutes."

"No, I'm afraid." Fanning coughed awkwardly, "So what then?"

"Then, because you told me what happened to you that night, I also focused on checking their recent life trajectories to see if there were any scenes similar to yours, and it turned out that there were."

"what?"

"There was a chorus competition between our college and several colleges recently. The night before the incident, the choir borrowed the No. 4 Chamber Music Hall of your college for a rehearsal. Do you know this place?"

"Of course, it's just downstairs in Hall 1, where I had class last Friday."

The performance venue resources of the Saint Lenia Conservatory are quite rich. There are only 6 small chamber music halls with a capacity of [-] people.

Halls 1, 2, and 3 are the teaching venues of the Conservatory of Music and are usually not open to the public.

Halls 4, 5, and 6 are event venues, and all teachers and students of the school can come in and out freely. Of course, if there are long-term rehearsals or performances, reservations are also required in advance.

"Sister Nora is a lover of linguistics and vocal music. She serves as the soprano lead singer in the choir of the School of Literature and History. Her boyfriend, Senior Furkan from the School of Music, was invited to be the art director at the rehearsal that night. Guidance and piano accompaniment." Joan continued.

Fanning checked the time in his memory.

Last Thursday afternoon, I discussed the fragments of the audio series for the last time at Teacher An Dong's home.

Last Thursday night, Hall 4 was the rehearsal of the chorus of the School of Literature and History.

During the daytime last Friday, the two died successively.

Last Friday night, in the open class of Hall 1 Academy, the original owner and Mr. Anton met for the last time, and stayed after class to discuss ancient music materials. I traveled from the chamber music concert in my previous life and saw two human silhouettes on the stage. Teacher Anton shot himself at home.

"Very important information." Fanning nodded slightly.

Of course, the police had also investigated the activities of the deceased before, but after combining their own confessions, their focus may have been on the "party" last Thursday afternoon.

Thus, it was concluded that the fragmented audio series was the direct cause of the series of events, and the item was later seized by the Special Inspection Office.

What about these two similar chamber music hall scenes?

"So last Thursday night, what happened in the rehearsal in Hall 4 is also very important," Fanning said.

"That's right, that's great." Joan praised Fanning happily, "You take me there now, okay?"

　2.9k, don't force the water to 3..
　　
　
(End of this chapter)