"Well, this is actually a mobile lighting device. As you all know, the flashlights invented by the Empire in recent years are too heavy, the light is unstable, and the duration is too short. Out of curiosity, I bought it from a self-proclaimed inventor
The new patented sample was promoted by someone, but it soon became a piece of scrap metal. I must have been deceived by a scammer..."
Under the unsettling looks in the eyes of the two police officers, Fan Ning tried his best to keep his tone serious.
As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.
Fortunately, before attending the concert, I put my backpack in the locker and only had my mobile phone with me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write a story.
"There are indeed many weird inventions these days." The other party's expression showed no emotion, "We need to keep it for now to check its correlation with the case. Is there no problem?"
"You're welcome, officer, this is a lie." Fan Ning waved his hand nonchalantly.
But I was very depressed because the only item I carried with me during the time travel was taken away right at the beginning.
Fortunately, there was no power and no signal. Even if they could find a way to turn it on, they couldn't understand the language, and they wouldn't admit it to death.
The key information has been read, but it seems to be of no use, so it is barely innocuous.
"Tell me what happened last night."
"What do I need to say?"
"What you know and experienced related to last night, start from where you think you need to start."
"Okay, officer."
Fan Ning reluctantly gathered his thoughts and spoke slowly:
"My professional teacher, Anton Konard, a musicology professor and composer, spent the latter part of his artistic career obsessed with studying ancient music before the Gregorian period."
"About a few months ago, Teacher Anton got a stack of note sequence fragments at an antique auction. Simply put, it is a piece of paper with a sequence of notes written on it. Then he started researching it without eating or sleeping. As his closest student, I often
Go to his house and participate in some small gathering discussions.”
"Last night was Friday. The class had a regular open class. It was held in the school teaching hall and discussed some chamber music creation techniques. Teacher Anton guided me and I played the piano and several violinists gave some demonstrations. The audience was about
Twenty or thirty people, all students."
"Teacher Anton, as usual, researched private items during class. The response was mediocre, and some people even left the class early."
"Towards the end, two students showed interest in ancient music materials and came on stage to have some exchanges with me. We took turns playing, and then took turns going off stage to listen to the effects and give feedback to the performers."
When Fan Ning said this, the outlines of two human figures under the flashing lights appeared in his mind.
"The others gradually left. Teacher Anton seemed to be in a hurry and left without saying anything more to me."
"From the time I was sitting in the first row of the audience for the audition, my memory was fragmented. Then I woke up from the darkness and saw the scene that the police officer must have known. Finally, I was scared and ran out of the chamber music hall.
"
Fan Ning basically followed his memory and answered truthfully, except for the matter of time travel.
"Tell me about the last discussion meeting at the professor's house." Inspector Ellens continued.
"This Thursday, in the afternoon, besides me and the teacher, there are two people, um, their names are..." Fan Ning felt another throbbing pain in his head, "Furkan Harvey, Nora Carr, these two
people."
Inspector Ellens spoke calmly and continued:
"Furkan Harvey, male, third-year student at St. Lenia University, majoring in piano. He was found dead in the school piano room early yesterday morning. His body was folded in a twisted posture inside the baby grand piano. The direct cause of death was suffocation.
"It's unclear how the deceased got in, and no traces of other people's activities were found during on-site inspection."
"Nora Carr, female, third-year student at St. Lenia University, majoring in literature. She was found dead in an apartment where she lived alone last night. The eyes, nose and mouth of the body were sewn shut with dense stitches. The direct cause of death was suffocation. The scene
The detection showed that the act was completed by the deceased himself, and no traces of other people’s activities were found.”
Fan Ning broke into a cold sweat after hearing this.
As a high-risk worker in the chemical industry, he felt that he had heard and seen some "big scenes".
But these ways of death and the scene I saw yesterday
He suddenly became anxious and frightened: "Well, where is my teacher?"
"Unfortunately, shortly after you fell into coma last night, we received the news that Professor Anton Konar shot himself at home."
Fan Ning felt his head buzzing, and large amounts of blood flowed into his cheeks. All kinds of negative emotions surged up, and he couldn't tell whether they came from himself or the original owner.
Fear, shock, extreme sadness and inability to accept.
In the memory of the original owner, the memory of his mother is vague, and Professor Anton Konard's status in his mind is second only to his father.
good teacher, helpful friend, elder
Especially after his father disappeared, his situation plummeted.
Professor Anton is one of the few people who treats him as he always has.
Even in my subconscious plan, I would go to him for help as soon as I left here.
"Caron, I'm sorry for what happened to you."
Although the two police officers offered words of comfort, the emotion in their eyes was more of pity.
Researching unknown antiquities, trying forbidden rituals, or encountering mysterious evildoers will be fine if nothing goes wrong. If something goes wrong, you will either turn into a monster or eventually go crazy, and there will basically be no survivors.
Just a matter of time.
The police continued to ask for some details and then stood up:
"For such mysterious incidents, we have asked the Special Patrol Office to intervene and temporarily assume that you are the victim, but the investigation has not yet ended. Please do not deviate from your original life trajectory for more than 24 hours, otherwise you will be treated as a fugitive."
Fan Ning's brain was working rapidly, but his expression was not very good.
After briefly recalling the original owner's memory, he understood why the policeman looked that way.
Although technology and industry are booming in this era, weirdness and mystery have never been far away from people.
Maybe take the pills yourself.
Now that I can leave, should I try to seek protection, or should I leave first?
This group of police officers did not pay much attention to themselves, and their attitude was more routine.
But behind the empire's mysterious agency, the "Special Inspection Agency," there seems to be a "knowledgeable person" who possesses some extraordinary power.
After the story about having a mobile phone came out, Fan Ning was very afraid that the time-travel incident would be discovered after the Special Inspection Bureau intervened, and then he would be captured somewhere and used as a guinea pig for research.
But people are dead and only themselves are left. If you have to choose one, which is more important, survival, or covering up the secret of time travel?
It's not a matter of choosing one or the other, you both have to do it.
He decided to leave immediately and try to decipher the content of the mysterious text message.
However, you must first pretend to have a normal reaction.
"Mr. Police Officer, you will protect my safety, right?" Fan Ning spoke eagerly.
"Our responsibility is to be responsible for the security of this city, to protect residents from violent attacks, and to punish all kinds of criminals. However, this does not include some incomprehensible incidents. Caroln, it is really difficult for us to stop you from doing this.
One day when I was practicing, I stuffed myself into the piano.”
Such conversations are useless but necessary.
"Sign here in the transcript, and then you can take away any leftover personal belongings on the shelf at the door."
Fan Ning took the pen and wrote "Carolen Fan Ning" in Hoffmann language without any hesitation.
Then close the door.
…
The cold white light of the carbonized lamp was still shining, and the wall clock in the corridor pointed to seven-thirty in the morning.
Fan Ning naturally put on his hat and gloves, held a mahogany cane inlaid with andandroid garnet, walked through the corridor, walked to the side of the police station lobby, and then stared at the mirror in front of him for a long time.
He is of medium height, with a somewhat thin and immature figure. He wears an old black dress and trousers, a white cotton shirt, the collar and cuffs are made of linen, and the light-colored bow tie is slightly wrinkled.
The outfit I used to perform in a previous public class at the college.
Under the black silk top hat, there is a young and handsome face, but the complexion is not very good, there are dark circles under the eyes, and the lips are bloodless.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of the hall.
The sky was slightly bright, a cold wind blew in my face, and my whole body shivered.
The Tioline Empire is originally located in the northern continent, and Uflansel is an industrial city in the north of the empire. The weather in late autumn has been extremely cold.
The fog was heavy, there was no sunlight, and dense drizzle kept falling from the heavy leaden-gray clouds.
Across the street, several guys wearing faded yellow waistcoats, holding cigarettes, wearing high-brimmed hats, with their hands tucked into their sleeves, were beating their chests around a coin-operated gambling machine in front of the tavern.
In the circular square on the right, a huge billboard hangs on a steel bracket behind the knight sculpture. The blonde girl is wearing a white waist skirt, smiling elegantly in the rain. The popular aqua lantern sleeves make her arms full.
Appear slender.
Fan Ning stepped into the street and merged into the noisy hustle and bustle. He passed by a gentleman in a dress and holding a cane, and walked side by side with a lady holding a puppy and applying powder on its face. The smell of perfume, soot, and garbage.
The smell, mixed with the intermittent smell of pomegranate oil wafting from unknown alleys, lingered in the nose.
Porters carried river fresh food from the South Wharf area and unloaded it to various scattered destinations. The petite newsboys and flower girls walked out of the workers, looked at Fan Ning expectantly, and in the blink of an eye, they plunged into the crowd again.
ocean.
The garbage truck in the square honked its horn impatiently, and was overshadowed by the steam roar of a huge airship in the distance.
Fan Ning suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and the noise in his ears gradually distorted into syllables of unknown meaning, whizzing through his mind and then quickly driving away like a roller coaster.
He tried not to distinguish, but his thinking seemed to be getting clearer and clearer, and he became increasingly uncontrollable in thinking and trying to figure out the meaning of every syllable. His whispers gradually turned into manic roars, and things in front of him began to appear like swirling hallucinations.
Fan Ning knelt down and held his head, closing his eyes tightly.
End it, end it, this must be a nightmare, I am the only one left. When I go crazy or die completely, I will wake up from the earth...
"No, there is still her, she may also be in danger..."
A figure suddenly appeared in Fan Ning's mind.
He shook his head hard and stood up, holding on to his cane and breathing heavily.
After the whispers and hallucinations subsided slightly, Fan Ning endured the discomfort and walked quickly towards the school.
It only took him ten minutes to go from the Police Station No. 212, Green Peacock Street in the Nelenia neighborhood to the University of San Lenia No. 1, and he saw the red walls of the school shaded by trees.
"Caron!"
When she was still more than ten meters away from the south gate of the school, Fan Ning heard the girl's shout, which was not very clear in the cold wind.
He felt a little relieved and followed the sound without stopping.
The girl in front of her was carrying a bag and was wearing a large lavender palace-style robe. It obviously didn't fit very well, and there was only a thin brown cake skirt underneath. Her pretty face had no color at the moment, and her eyes were red and tightly pursed.
The ends of the wet hair that covered her lips and shoulders were slightly curled, and there were rain stains on them.
Ciaran Konar, the daughter of Professor Anton Konar, is 16 years old and is currently studying at the Women's Liberal School under the University of St. Lenia to receive the necessary primary cultural education.
Due to the relationship between the original owner and Professor Anton, the two were very familiar with each other.
In the original owner's impression, Sheeran can play the violin, studies hard, likes history books, opera and cold drinks. The relationship between father and daughter is very good. Although she is 5 years younger than him, he views things maturely and has strong opinions, and he can communicate with her.
When doing so, I always treat my peers with respect.
"Sheeran, how are you?" Fan Ning's voice was low.
"I feel some noise in my ears." Xilan said softly, but her brows were furrowed.
Looking at the girl's delicate but pale face, Fan Ning's eyes showed deep worry.
Although Sheeran was not present at the last gathering where the audio fragment material was discussed, she had inevitably come into contact with the ancient artifact on previous occasions.
"Caron, you don't have to worry about me." The girl's fair wrist reached into her satchel, "I have something from daddy to give you."
"Put it in first."
Fan Ning quickly reached out to stop her, and then took her satchel into his hand.
He recalled the content of the mysterious text message, and the strange subtitle [0/100] in front of him lit up again.
If you want to survive, try to reproduce the music in your memory in front of the audience?
"There are too many people here, come on, follow me to the college piano room."