musicians of old

Chapter 66 Incoming Calls
Five fifteen in the afternoon.

No. 90, Green Peacock Street, Nelenia Block, there is a lot of people near the gate of the Women's Grammar College.

Sheeran, wearing a maroon court-style robe and carrying a small satchel, left school after school, but it wasn't Fanning who picked her up today.

"Quick, quick, I'll take you to a newly opened steak restaurant for dinner. The fruit pudding and coffee cream that come with your order are very, very delicious."

Joan, wearing a loose white tea dress and holding a bonnet, hastily tugged at Sheeran's arm with the other hand.

"Joan, slow down, you stepped on me three times in a row." Sheeran's tone was a little helpless.

After the two had a hearty meal, they took a private carriage to East Mecklen.

Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office, 43 Keston Street.

"Hello, sir, we are Joan Nisimi and Hiram Conor from Saint Lenia University." A cheerful voice rang out.

The young man on duty at the front desk lowered his head, and the tip of his nose was almost touching the page. After hearing the voice, he quickly put on his pair of high-profile black-rimmed glasses. When he saw two beautiful girls appearing here, his first reaction was to stand shyly. Get up and say hello.

"Good evening ladies, do you have any advice?"

"Ah... no... I escorted Xilan over..." Joan shook her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The young man suddenly recalled, "Mr. Fanning's friend, right?"

He squatted behind the counter and began to grope for a while: "Wait a moment, ladies, I have to find a spare key for 209."

"No need, Carlon gave me the key." Sheeran said.

"Okay, I'll show you the way." The young man couldn't help but look at Xilan a few more times.

Mr. Fanning gave her his key directly. It seems that the relationship is really extraordinary.

"Xilan, I need to rush back first." Joan waved goodbye and went downstairs.

It was meal time, and the corridor was filled with the smell of coffee and food. Many civil servants walked in and out. Sheeran followed the young man somewhat restrainedly, then took out the key from the small satchel, and opened the door of Room 209.

The young man turned on the gas lamp and heating facilities: "This is Mr. Fanning's office, you are welcome, he has told me to tell you that everything is free to use, I will ask the staff downstairs to bring you some desserts and drinks, Fanning Mr. Ning said you like to drink iced fresh milk, right?"

"Thank you." Sheeran felt the other party's excessive respect and hospitality, and replied politely.

Then she looked at Fanning's spacious and bright room with some curiosity. The environment here seemed to be of a higher standard than her father's previous office.

"Sir, may I ask, did Carlone say that there is a book..."

"Here, here." The young man walked to the desk and opened the exquisitely shaped small drawer, "After Mr. Fanning's driver delivered it last night, the colleagues on duty immediately put it here."

"Okay." Sheeran picked up the velvet sleeping blanket folded on the cloth sofa and wrapped herself around her body.

Then sit in Fanning's chair, open this small leather booklet and start reading and researching.

"There is a row under the cabinet next to the wall. There are disposable cotton mops, toothbrushes, towels and other spare daily necessities. I will be there all night tonight. You can come to the front desk to find me or ring the bell if you have anything to do." The young man's attitude Excellent, close the door.

It was completely dark at seven o'clock in the evening.

A carriage parked in the living area of ​​the faculty and staff in the north of St. Lenia University. Joan opened the curtain and jumped down, entered the courtyard of Villa No. 6, and opened the door of Professor Anton's house.

She went up to the second floor, went to Sheeran's boudoir, and turned on the gas lamp.

After a simple cleaning of the dressing table to ensure the tranquility and sanctity of the environment, Joan took out various objects, lit candles, and began to arrange the secret ceremony.

"...I hear you and praise you, opener god, mother of wounds, to your great seal and dreadful crown, words spout from the fearful, those emblems open like lips, say day and night , holy, holy, holy... may the closed thing be afraid of your touch, may you witness the birth of the wound..."

After Joan recited the prayers in Turangalian, she lit the parchment with the pattern of "wounded sole" with a candle, threw it in a coarse salt dish and burned it, and took off the spring of the mechanical wall clock and inserted it into the ashes among.

Then, holding the tip of the clockwork, she walked along the wall of Xilan's boudoir, including the part near the bed. She also took off her shoes and stepped on the bed to draw an overall closed curve.

An imperceptible spherical inspiration barrier appeared in the room, its fragility was comparable to soap bubbles, and it would burst if the balance was slightly disturbed.

Finally, she rewinds the mechanical clock, clears the altar, and blows out the candles.

After finishing all this, Joan suddenly became cautious. She squeezed a strange stone in her pocket, with purple fluorescence rippling on her body, and stretched out her hand to gently press a wall out of ripples, penetrated into it and disappeared.

Late at night.

A man in a black jacket walked slowly on the main road in the school villa area.

When he was approaching Building No. 6, the color and shadow of the whole person quickly faded away, becoming empty and transparent, only the main contour lines of the body were still visible, like a dynamic, unfinished but accurate shape Sketch.

He nimbly climbed over the courtyard wall, jumped onto the roof, and reached out to caress the glass windows on the second floor.

The window and the wooden structure behind it suddenly started beating slightly like a heart, and opened quietly after a few breaths.

The man in the jacket who looked like a "sketch painting" stood quietly at the door of Xilan's boudoir for a while, as if sensing whether there was anything inside, then grabbed the doorknob, repeated the same trick, and then gently twisted and pushed it in.

He walked to the bed and looked at the velvet blanket covering the girl's figure.

Raise your hand slowly and pull it away.

The plush toys surrounded the slender Barbie dolls, lying quietly on the bed.

The man's scalp tightened, and he turned his head suddenly, but he did not sense any abnormality in the surrounding environment, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the darkness, he looked at the bed a few more times in surprise, put the blanket back on, tidied up a bit, and quickly retreated the same way.

What he didn't notice was that the mechanical clock in the boudoir had stopped half a minute ago.

……

the next morning.

Office of the Vice President of the General Administration Building.

"Mr. Huxley, the initial report materials of the investigation team have been prepared according to your requirements, please review and issue them."

The well-dressed clerk knocked on the door and entered, walked to the large oak desk, and handed over the documents.

"Thank you." Huxley looked up from the pile of documents, reached out to take the signature, uncovered the text attached at the back, scanned carefully and quickly, and stayed for a few more seconds in the column of the sender's name.

Mr. Sternike in the main delivery column has two respected identities. In the public eye, he is the president of the University of St. Lenia, and to the members, he is the Bologna School in St. Lenia. University chapter president.

In the past two years, Mr. Sternike spent only a handful of time in Uflandsell. Huxley, the vice principal, presided over most of the daily work of the school. The circle has been silent for many days, and almost no new works have been produced.

After vigorously shaking the pen twice, after Huxley signed the form, he suddenly felt for no reason: Although the members of the Bologna School and the clerks all came from the old aristocratic families of the empire, they knew everything, were loyal and reliable, but such a high degree The administrative and closed internal organization process makes it really difficult to evaluate the gains and losses.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell-"

The vice principal picked up the pure black phone receiver, and heard the sweet and polite girl's voice on the other side.

"Uncle Huxley, it's me..."

After a few simple greetings, Huxley listened to the other party's short narration in silence for about a minute, and then said to the civilian staff standing aside, waiting to take away the signature form:

"Wait, don't send it out yet."

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