Fan Ning stood at the shooting range, ejected the remaining three bullets from the revolver magazine, and temporarily put them into the buffalo leather ammunition pouch beside his side.
He decided that when practicing his gun every day, he would start with magazine loading and aiming practice, and spend a small amount of time shooting.
After you are proficient in loading and aiming in each state, gradually increase the proportion of shooting exercises.
"Except for the quota of twenty rounds per week, an extra bullet costs four pennies, which is equivalent to the cost of a meal at a street vendor. It's an extra dose, so take it easy."
Press the fixing bolt, eject the magazine, load the bullet, press it into the gun chamber, and push the hammer back...
Make an arm-raising motion, stabilize your arm, retract it, throw out the magazine, dump the bullet, and reload...
He deliberately slowed down the speed of some single sets of movements, and instead pursued uniform speed and smooth movements as a whole.
Through repeated exercises that are leisurely and allow time for reflection, let your fingers become familiar with the relative positions of each component, carefully appreciate their touch, and appreciate the cooperation of your hands.
His attitude is like that of a pianist practicing music slowly and carefully.
Fan Ning stood in front of the gun target and practiced the action repeatedly for half an hour in the first round, which may seem boring to ordinary people.
I sat down to rest for a while, shook my sore and swollen arms, and continued to practice loading the magazine slowly.
After becoming more proficient in loading while standing, Fan Ning tried to load while walking, while sitting, lying on the ground, and looking into the distance to load with his peripheral vision.
However, I deliberately lowered the speed and repeatedly experienced the feeling in my 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, Fan Ning was already very familiar with the feel of the revolver.
In the end, I tried to do more than ten shooting exercises. With the strong inspiration from knowledgeable people, I gradually adjusted my state. The number of rings on the 10-meter target has reached the range of 3-6 rings.
He went back to the second floor, opened the 209 office, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
It is indeed an office space for knowledgeable people...
He even felt that the conditions here were slightly better than Dupont's room.
It covers an area of about 20 square meters, with exposed partial pipes for gas heating and lighting on the wall. It is equipped with a separate bathroom, a complete set of office desks and chair cabinets, a fabric sofa that can be reclined, and a coffee table with dark green embossed leather.
Tea set.
What satisfied him most was that there was a brown "Ctissibio" upright piano in the office, the same brand as Sheeran's home, except that hers was a much more expensive seven-foot grand piano.
But this one is considered high-end among upright pianos. The market price is about 40-50 pounds, which is much higher than the old and small one in my bedroom.
Fan Ning tried playing a few ditties and liked the feel of it.
Then he found a brand new sheet of staff printing paper under the cover of the piano bench and sat down at his desk.
The fabric of the table is a solid piece of piano-backed walnut gall wood, with a hollow tin lattice pattern. There are several small drawers with exquisite and beautiful lines underneath.
He spent the rest of the afternoon dictating the piano score of Chopin's "Fantasy Impromptu" while recalling it.
In the meantime, the old lady on duty at the front desk knocked on the door and asked about his meal ordering needs. Between the food downstairs and the box lunch restaurant next door, Fan Ning chose the latter - the choice of most colleagues most of the time.
Then, Vermod, the young man in charge of finance and logistics, knocked on the door again.
He was given a brand new men's portable double-layer briefcase, made of shiny cowhide leather.
There were also 4 gold pounds of brand new banknotes - the young man explained that it was because Fan Ning joined the Guidance School at the end of the month and would receive half a month's salary in November.
In the printing room, the clumsy steam-powered rotary printing press rattled and slowly spit out the engraving writing paper with "Fantasia Impromptu" printed on it.
Fan Ning collected all the small items he needed and walked back to the apartment on Lunwan Avenue not far away.
He changed into a neat set of clothes for changing into clothes - as for household clothes, Teacher Anton had a lot of them in his regular guest room.
Then he hid the revolver bag at his waist, put on his silk black top hat, carried his cowhide briefcase, and went out holding a mahogany cane.
"A bit like the kind of gentleman who needs to be in and out of Parliament all the time."
Standing in front of a floor-length mirror outside a clothing store, Fan Ning joked like this.
The time to arrive at the entrance of San Lenia University was close to 5 pm.
The School of Literature and History is composed of four mansard-style buildings in a row. The main colors are silver and gray, and the relief-engraved corner stones and cornices connect the corners and details. The atmosphere of authenticism is very strong.
Fan Ning walked in from the main entrance surrounded by vines, followed the memory of the three of them chatting during lunch yesterday, and compared the signs everywhere to find the house number of the classroom where Qiong was taking professional classes today.
"The proportion of girls here seems to be larger than that at the Conservatory of Music..."
It was time for get out of class to end, and students were filing out in groups. The aisles and stairs of these buildings were much narrower than those at the university in Fan Ning's previous life. Fan Ning was walking in the opposite direction, almost squeezing out his top hat several times.
While he was slowly squeezing around the corner of a certain floor, he continued to lament that in this world without mobile phones, it was so difficult to find someone——
With a "bang" sound, a dexterous figure trotting quickly hit his chest firmly, bringing with it a messy and sweet fragrance.
"Yeah-" the girl's soft cry sounded.
Many students passing by suddenly slowed down and looked sideways.
The black men's silk top hat and the white women's bonnet both fell to the ground. Fan Ning hurriedly knelt down to pick them up, and then handed the remaining warm bonnet back to the other party.
The girl opposite is wearing an informal aqua cashmere windbreaker, with a bateau collar blouse and a light-colored pleated long skirt underneath.
"Qiong, why are you running so fast?" Fan Ning said, dumbfounded after seeing the other person's delicate face.
Qiong stretched out her hand to rub her smooth forehead, her voice was still so cheerful and lively: "I'm going to ask you for something. I ended get out of class five minutes late today because I was afraid that you had already finished class at the college."
Fan Ning wondered: "I don't have any classes today. I clearly said I would have classes tomorrow."
Qiong stuck out her tongue: "Oh, then I remembered it wrong."
Fan Ning suppressed his internal injuries: "...What should I eat for dinner?"
"Let's go. Let's go to your music school first. The investigation you asked me to conduct earlier has made progress. I want to confirm something with you."
Qiong walked in front without stopping, looking back at Fan Ning with a hint of pride in her eyes, signaling for herself to follow quickly.
"So fast? What are you confirming?" Looking at the satchel in Qiong's hand that seemed to be filled to the brim, Fan Ning suddenly felt that he couldn't see through her.
"You asked about the senior Nora Karl who died in our hospital before. After my investigation, I found that she knew the deceased Furkan Harvey in your hospital."
"This is strange, they are still acquaintances." Fan Ning said.
Even though he is now a third-level enlightened person, he still feels shuddering when he thinks of these two people, one of whom sewed his eyes, mouth and nose, and the other died by crawling into the piano.
"These two people know each other because they are lovers," Qiong said.
"ha?"
"The kind of underground love affair."
"You can investigate this."
"Of course." The corners of Qiong's small mouth raised slightly, and she said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, try developing an underground relationship. I will help you find out in a minute."
"No, I'm scared." Fan Ning coughed twice awkwardly, "So what happens next?"
"Then, because you told me what happened to you that night, I 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?"
"Our college recently had a choir competition with several colleges. The night before the incident, the choir used your college's Chamber Music Hall No. 4 for a rehearsal. Do you know this place?"
"Of course, it's just downstairs from Hall 1 where I had class last Friday."
The St. Lenia Conservatory of Music has quite abundant performance venue resources, including six small chamber music halls with a capacity of 100 people.
Halls 1, 2, and 3 are the teaching venues of the Conservatory of Music and are not usually open to the public.
Halls 4, 5, and 6 are event venues. All teachers and students of the school can enter and exit freely. Of course, if there are long-term rehearsals or performances, reservations are 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 of the School of Music, was invited to serve as the artistic director at the rehearsal that night.
Director and piano accompanist," Joan continued.
Fan Ning checked the time in his memory.
Last Thursday afternoon, I had the last discussion on the incomplete music series at Teacher Anton’s home.
Last Thursday night, Hall 4 was the choir rehearsal of the School of Literature and History.
During the day last Friday, the two men died one after another.
Last Friday night, there was an open class at the Academy in Hall 1. The original owner met Mr. Anton for the last time. After class, he stayed to discuss ancient music materials. He traveled from a chamber music concert in his previous life and saw two humanoid silhouettes on the stage. Soon after
Teacher Anton shot himself at home.
"Very important information." Fan Ning nodded slightly.
Of course, the police had also investigated the deceased's movements before, but after taking into account his own confession, they may have focused mainly on the "party" last Thursday afternoon.
Therefore, it was concluded that the audio fragments were the direct cause of the series of incidents, and the item was later seized by the Special Patrol Office.
What about these two similar chamber music hall scenes?
"So what happened at the rehearsal in Hall 4 last Thursday night is also important," Fanning said.
"Yes, it's great." Qiong happily praised Fan Ning, "Can you take me there now, okay?"