Fan Ning looked at the two people in front of him dumbfounded.
I obviously asked for a name, what kind of divergent way of thinking is this?
"You are overthinking this. This classmate has unfortunately passed away. You may not have received the news yet."
"What!?" Qiong's dark eyes widened, Xilan covered her mouth with her hands, and both of them exclaimed.
"Joan, if you can, help me keep an eye on Nora Carr's activities during her lifetime." Fan Ning ignored the surprised expressions of the two women and said, "I suspect that her death has something to do with Teacher Anton."
"Caron, did you find anything?" Sheeran couldn't help but ask.
"There are some unconfirmed conjectures, and I will start investigating after the funeral." Fan Ning said.
"No problem, I'm very good at investigating and exploring mysteries..." Joan regained her composure and patted her chest, "Carolon, I'll take care of this. I know a lot of mysterious knowledge about this kind of thing.
Maybe it can come in handy."
She came closer to Fan Ning, and the sweet fragrance wafted into her nose: "You know, sometimes I feel that I am actually suitable to be a detective..."
Finally, he regained Xilan's arm and stood on his toes slightly: "Xilan, I will take you with me. I will help you find the person who killed Uncle Anton."
Fan Ning looked at Qiong in surprise.
Mysterious knowledge? You can’t be a knowledgeable person, right... Could this girl be a little expert in committing suicide?
Sheeran said helplessly: "Caron, Joan has always been like this, just get used to it. Her daily interests, apart from eating, are to search for old books and antiquities in every corner of the city, and tinker with herbs, minerals, divination and so on at home.
Summoning arrays, and encouraging me to explore some urban legend places together..."
"School girl, how did you live to be so old?" Fan Ning looked at Qiong with more and more doubts, even though her small stature, smooth face, and cheerful voice were very cute.
Finally, he said seriously, "Qiong, I personally suggest that you don't come into contact with these strange things. And Sheeran, you just ask for information and don't have to investigate anything yourself. This matter is very dangerous. If you have any clues, call me."
Sheeran said: "Caron, don't worry, ever since I was scared to death by her once when she dragged me to explore a dilapidated factory, there will never be a next time if she beats me to death."
Joan nodded towards Fan Ning seemingly obediently: "Well, Caroln, don't worry."
"You also said 'don't worry', but why do you give people the impression that there is ambiguity in this sentence..." Fan Ning began to secretly regret in his heart, mentioning this matter in front of her.
The conversation ended after people arrived in the auditorium.
"Someone came in, it seems to be Dean Gould and his party." Fan Ning reminded.
"And Vice Principal Huxley." Sheeran said softly.
Ten or twenty mourners with serious faces and solemn expressions came towards Fan Ning and the others, led by the older Dean Gould and the tall Vice President Huxley.
"His eyes gave me a very extraordinary feeling, like an electric light flashing. However, he did not seem to place himself in a higher position than Dean Gould in his words and deeds, even though his administrative position was indeed
Be high."
Fan Ning thought to himself.
The three of us saluted the teachers.
Vice-President Huxley’s voice was a little hoarse, but the rhythm of his words had a strange sense of momentum: “The University of St. Lenia has lost a respected scholar and artist. The school will investigate the incident. This trip will begin on behalf of the entire school.
Conveying my condolences to Professor Anton Konar.”
He led everyone to bow three times to the coffin surrounded by flowers, presented bouquets of flowers, and then took his seat.
When returning to his seat, Dean Gould looked at Fan Ning and then said to Sheeran: "Nothing unexpected will happen in the future. The University of St. Lenia is also where you will study for four years, and the Conservatory of Music will be your forever home."
, if you have any difficulties, you can seek help from us.”
There are many wrinkles on the old man's face, but his eyes are clear and sincere.
Although the Women's School of Liberal Arts is under the administration of the University of Saint-Lenia, not everyone who wants to be admitted to the University of Saint-Lenia has additional advantages.
As a public school in the empire, most of the annual enrollment quotas are still based on the recommendation system. A small number of admission quotas are the product of innovations in this era.
Even though Professor Anton had passed away, the dean still conveyed a clear intention to take care of him, and Fan Ning standing by could feel the goodwill conveyed by the old man.
However, he knew that with Xilan's academic performance, there would be no problem in taking the exam.
"Thank you." Sheeran said.
Although there were no long queues, as time went by, there were more and more people and the staff became busy.
"Sheeran, Joan, please sit down and rest for a while."
"Excuse me, Carol."
Fan Ning always stood in front of the coffin. Whenever someone came to the stage to lay flowers, he would bow down and say thank you.
During this period, a man wearing a black dress, sunglasses, and a raised collar entered the venue. Fan Ning recognized this was Viadrin from his burly figure.
However, Fan Ning saw that he didn't want to speak, so the two just nodded to each other, and Viadrin then took a seat in the back row.
After a while, Fan Ning saw three grade leaders coming towards him, also wearing black uniforms: Edward Merich from the first group, Lou Adair from the second group, and Ram Adel from the third group.
Cecil.
Teacher Anton's family has long declined, and Sheeran's late mother was a collateral member of the Cecil family.
Ram Cecil came mainly because of his status as the grade leader. Other than that, no one from the entire Cecil family attended the funeral.
"With Teacher Anton's personality, he has little connection with most people. It's good to have so many teachers in the school this time." Fan Ning said silently in his heart.
Merich from the piano department presented flowers and bowed three times.
"Thank you, Team Leader Muric." Fan Ning's voice was sincere.
Merich had a cold expression and did not speak, but he responded to Fanning by clasping his hands together in a prayer gesture, and then withdrew.
Lou Adair presented flowers and took a bow. He is the son of Uvranser railroad tycoon Jana Adair. He is a percussion major and has long been a timpanist in the St. Lenia Symphony Orchestra.
"Thank you, Team Leader Adair."
Lou Adair was very strong, a head taller than Fan Ning. He smiled at Fan Ning.
The third person to come forward was Ram Cecil.
"Thank you, Team Leader Cecil." Fan Ning's expression was still sincere.
Cecil walked slowly to Sheeran: "Cousin, I sincerely give you a suggestion."
"What?" Sheeran asked subconsciously.
"You are in an unsafe situation now." Cecil looked at her, "You also know what is happening in the school one after another. You are obviously the person who is closely related to these events. I don't need to explain this."
These words were completely objective, and a hint of fear appeared on Xilan's pretty and immature face.
"You don't really dare to live alone in that house where something happened, do you? Come to me, the Cecil family can provide you with protection."
Although Cecil's tone sounded serious, there was clearly an unconcealable eagerness in his eyes as he looked at Sheeran.
"Xi Lan, the funeral is over today, and there is no need to keep a wake. You can follow me tonight." Joan snorted with a puffy face, "This guy must be a liar, and he just wants to do something wrong."
"No, he didn't lie, he was quite right." Fan Ning spoke.
Several people looked at him in unison.
"Although the entire incident has not been investigated clearly, the audio fragments and ancient artifacts are obvious danger factors. Xilan had more or less indirect contact with her at home. Her current situation is indeed unsafe and not suitable for being alone."
The people who have the deepest contact with the mysterious chords are mainly a few students including myself.
But second only to this is Sheeran, who often listens to various performances nearby.
The corners of Cecil's mouth raised slightly: "Right, even Fan Ning knows, so..."
"So Xilan, please stay with me these days." Fan Ning's expression was very calm.