musicians of old

Chapter 81 The Covered Painting

"...I know." Julius only delayed for a short time before answering.

Fanning just nodded, indicating that he knew.

The police were busy all around, and she continued to observe Fan Ning's every move, but she didn't see any feedback from the other party's words and deeds, and she couldn't predict what questions Fan Ning would ask next.

The sense of security and solidity that I have maintained in my heart for a long time is always absent in front of Fan Ning tonight.

She couldn't help but continue to add details: "There were a few brief exchanges... After all, we are the daughter of a professor. We are all old people in the music school. I'm afraid there are very few people who haven't met or heard about it... I'm still here. I have heard her play the violin on a few occasions, and her level is extremely high."

Unexpectedly, Fan Ning didn't pay attention to what she was saying later.

Instead, he turned sideways and looked at the various objects on the desk.

Julius breathed a sigh of relief at first, but gradually, an imperceptible strangeness gradually appeared in her eyes.

Then, just like when the two entered the factory before, they continued to follow Fan Ning step by step, showing the appearance of waiting for questions at any time.

The countertop, which was originally used as an altar, has been riddled with holes after various tosses, and stacked books and various objects are scattered all over the place.

Fan Ning's eyes suddenly looked at a black object that had fallen among the books on the floor.

It is the frame-like object that Erof once placed in the center of the altar, which is still tightly wrapped by the black curtain.

"Mr. Fanning, are you looking at this?"

Seeing this, Julius stepped forward very caringly, bent down to pick it up, and handed it to Fanning while tearing apart the curtain.

Fanning stretched out his hand to catch it, but he didn't notice it at the moment. Julius raised her gaze deliberately, and her gaze fell on her face.

"Caron, don't look!"

Du Pont, who was four or five meters away, was instructing the police to take pictures with the camera. He glanced at Fan Ning inadvertently, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted violently!
But it was too late.

Fanning saw that it was a painting.

A portrait, the composition and colors are very standard, but it seems to be painted with crayons, mixed with a strange sense of maturity and childishness, delicacy and roughness.

Black top hat, auburn hair, pale boy's face, a little bruises on the skin, swollen and festered cheeks, black nose and lips, eye sockets and brows twisted together.

…I am dead?

...Is this what it looks like when I'm dead?

…When did this happen?
…why am I holding a dead portrait of myself?

Fan Ning was in a trance, and then he saw that the distorted eye sockets of the dead self in the portrait suddenly moved, and then the eyeballs popped out, the corners of the mouth were torn, and he grinned at himself.

Fanning felt that his mind was overwhelmed by some information or knowledge, because there are two names of the Lord of Witnesses, born from the lost and unknown source, one "born in eternal death", the other "dead in eternal life ", entangled and intertwined, each other is a paradox, my own cognition tends to collapse, I am constantly admiring the beauty and greatness, and I am constantly terrified of why it is so.

The colors painted with crayons began to squirm, and the living things like nematodes were at first fragmented, chaotic, and non-integral, and then they were densely arranged, and uncontrolled twisted embryos grew freely from the gaps, decayed and danced lightly .

At this time, he recalled some sounds of bowstring stretching and rubbing in his mind. It was "String Quartet in D Minor "Death and the Maiden". fragments.

He suddenly understood why the safe flow direction expressed in the "Law of Transmission of Hidden Knowledge" is "from high to low", because the strange artistic perception during the rehearsal the day before yesterday turned out to be a spiritual refuge under the pollution of hidden knowledge highlands.

When some "how could this be" acceptance and rejection became "so normal" habitual frankness, the worldview and self-cognition that were about to collapse continued at the last moment.

The distorted crayon lines were peeled off, and the vision returned to the mess of the room, and Monroe in front of him was holding Julius's chest with a short-barreled shotgun.

The other people standing around looked at him in unison.

The painting was put back on the desk by his teammates, and was wrapped in a dark curtain.

"Caroun?" Dupont asked in amazement. He had just seen Fanning's eyes become distracted and out of focus, then they seemed to be controlled and closed on purpose, and finally opened now.

"I'm fine." Fanning said calmly.

Then he took a deep look at Julius: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"I saw that you looked at that thing, so I passed it to you. I thought I should cooperate with the investigation." Julius's voice seemed flustered and innocent.

Fanning changed the subject again: "You told the school investigation team about what happened at the Prudence Auction House, right?"

"Friday, right? That's right. This, this is also considered to be cooperating with the investigation at that time."

"Then you know that I didn't come home that night?"

Julius's pupils shrank slightly: "Mr. Fanning, you were taken away by the school's investigation team in the classroom because of Professor Lorraine's incident. Too many people knew about this incident, and it was indeed spread to the public immediately. In my ears... However, I don't know what happened to you afterwards."

"So, it was Captain Cecil who told you?" Fanning gently stroked the revolver in his hand.

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Looking at the movements in Fanning's hands, Julius smiled a bit reluctantly, "I do have a close relationship with Cecil, but it's impossible to stay together all day. His teacher passed away. Yes, it belongs to the person involved...but how could he come here on purpose at night and tell me such trivial things as 'you didn't go home'."

At this moment, the female student's heartbeat and breathing became slightly rapid.

"Why are you nervous?" Fan Ning suddenly said with a gentle smile, "You just said that the fact that I was taken away by the school immediately reached your ears, so let me ask by the way, did Cecil tell you about this... "

"Why do you keep talking about the evening, Julius-san?"

"I'm sorry, you made me a little too restrained." Julius lowered her head, looking at the toes of her leather boots.

Fan Ning lightly weighed the revolver in his hand, then raised his head: "DuPont, if it's normal, what's the next procedure?"

"Take these two people back to the South Dock District Police Security Sub-bureau." DuPont ordered the leading police officer, "Interrogate them according to the regulations, and then report to the Special Patrol Office as soon as possible."

Julius let out a long breath, and only then did she feel that her underwear was soaked in cold sweat, and it was all tightly attached to her skin.

After the crowd dispersed from the steel support at the height of the workshop, the disposal on the ground site also entered the finishing stage.

"You just wanted to kill her." DuPont said at this moment.

"Is it so obvious?" Fanning glanced at him.

"Actually, you can." The guitarist's voice was more melancholy than usual. "At this time, it's a big trouble after shooting, but it's not that the school can't be settled. Looking back now, there are some things in my youth, which are exactly what I did. Not impulsive enough”

Fan Ning said: "You told me the behavior style of the Special Patrol Office at that time: You can't feel its presence on weekdays, but once you make a move, things often progress extremely quickly, and there is no room for redemption."

"Yes, why?"

"I don't know enough about the Special Patrol Office, but this style is worth learning." Fan Ning smiled lightly, "I often use similar methods to adjust my sensitive personality."

"The artist's behavior pattern." Lawyer Monroe commented casually.

"However, the impulsive youthful feeling that DuPont talked about can be practiced next time." Fan Ning changed the subject.

"Artists sometimes need to try different styles." Attorney Monroe continued to comment.

"I am responsible for what happened just now." DuPont raised his hand, preventing the two from diverting the topic, and then said sternly: "When investigating such incidents, you must always pay attention to avoid looking directly at the hidden knowledge carriers that may be searched. Before taking action, I forgot You have not yet established a sense of vigilance in this regard."

"How do you feel now? What happened afterwards?" Monroe also asked at this time, "I saw your reaction at first, and thought it was a big trouble. I have never seen such a dangerous hidden consciousness. Carriers, generally speaking, the effects of pollution are subtle, and this kind of immediate visibility is very rare."

"I have understood similar hidden knowledge in Yiyong before, and I have tried to express it in my new work." When Fan Ning explained, he polished the details and transposed the causal relationship.

"...So there are some advance expectations in cognition, and there is no collapse. I know the names of the two witnesses, or an important clue. Do you want to try to listen?"

"Yes." "It's not a big problem." Both of them nodded.

The pure name of the Lord of Witness, if there is no relevant secret history or other secret biography, is just a code name, which belongs to low-level hidden knowledge. Given the stability of the two souls, even if the first type of transmission method is directly adopted, the risk is still at a certain level. Accept range.

In contrast, the prayer will have a higher risk, because it involves the mystery and even the origin of the Lord of Witness, the description is richer, the pointing is more precise, and the recitation or listening will inevitably carry a strong meaning of supplication, triggering Staring is more likely.

Fan Ning picked up the candle lying on the table, looked at its peculiar elliptical cylinder shape and the candle wicks divided into two clusters, and said to the two:

"One of them is called 'Watching Death' and the other is called 'Heart Flow'."

　Thanks to HILDA, Daobucunyan, and Zhao Si, the owner of the Magic Fairy Castle, for the reward~Thanks to gingerbread tea cake, Mr. Soss, Time and Space Ocean, and the monthly ticket of iu~
　　This chapter is nearly 3K words, thank you for the support and encouragement of all the book friends these days, I didn’t receive any recommended website short today, it’s a bit uncomfortable to wean after it’s on the shelf, I’m mourning for half an hour, make a cup of coffee, and continue to code.

　　
　
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