musicians of old

Chapter 156
"Mr. Vassius, there is a group of reporters around the door."

A civilian member of the Special Patrol Office in a police uniform hurried up to him.

"Reporter?... Isn't it normal?" Vassius said.

"No." The civilian staff wiped off their sweat, "They have never seen the police set fire, and their expressions are very excited now."

"What's so strange about a lunatic in the Police Department?"

"They asked to verify whether the notification of the accident on the arrest warrant was concealed..."

The civil servant coughed a few times: "They interviewed witnesses... Even if all the gasoline in the kettle is poured on the most flammable objects, everyone can't just stand around and let him burn. At most, it will be burned before extinguishing." A corridor, even if it is not extinguished, there is still time to escape... With such a large-scale violent situation, reporters and the media suspect that someone has buried some solid fuel in advance, or, this actually happened in the middle of the night together, and it will only progress to a certain extent. The fire was discovered by people, and the witnesses' statements have been reviewed by us..."

"Those idiots have a lot of imagination, but their brains are not very good." Vassius commented blankly, "Except for the Extraordinary factor, just ask what you want, let them make up the news themselves, who? Can you stop them?"

While the two men were talking, Fanning inspected the curled up canvases under several other booths to confirm that there were more or less black residues of paint or agglomerates of various colors left on them.

The end area of ​​the gallery is the installation art exhibition area, and after going out, it is the new utility patent area.Since these places are still close to the hardest-hit areas, parts that are not resistant to high temperatures in many items have melted and deformed to varying degrees.

A group of people looked around. Vassius checked the area he thought was suspicious, and asked the staff from time to time. Fanning was also looking at the traces of details that he was interested in. After a while, everyone started to turn back.

As they walked, Vassius turned his head abruptly and asked Fanning:
"You bought the flashlight here before?"

...what a flashlight.Fan Ning was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly recalled the scene a long time ago.

What he was talking about was the mobile phone that he had traveled over with him, and was confiscated by them as early as the first time he came out of the police station! ?
This matter has been left behind for a long, long time!

Fanning's heart suddenly had a tendency to pound violently, but when he realized that his astral body in this state was extremely abnormal, he quickly adjusted his emotional state.

But there seemed to be an electric current passing through his heart.

In the few days after I just crossed over, I was once confused whether it was Fan Ning from the previous life who came to this world inexplicably, or whether I was originally from this world and just woke up suddenly from a dream that I perceived for more than [-] years.

At that time, I eliminated the sense of dislocation at the beginning of the time travel by enumerating the various commonalities of myself in the two worlds.

But does the existence of this object mean that it was not a dream?

"Don't tell me I forgot...Are you planning to pay me back?" Facing Vassius' question, Fan Ning made a playful expression.

With such a sentence pattern, the context before and after is very subtle.

He wanted to explain that he didn't care about the object, but also wanted to test whether the Special Inspection Office had found anything. He also needed to express his dissatisfaction with the "personal items being detained and not returned"...and, to see if he had taken possibility of coming back.

Too much emphasis on any point would be abrupt, and Fan Ning's response can be considered as a balance of the above four points.

Although the mobile phone does not seem to be useful, it is a witness.

Moreover, since the Special Patrol Office brought up the matter of the mobile phone again, there are only two possible situations: either they have researched something about the mobile phone itself, or...Although they did not find anything, they have other preconceived doubts about themselves, so these objects have always been was detained.

Keen intuition told Fan Ning that the Special Patrol Office had more information about themselves, and they seemed to be watching something.

"You need that piece of scrap iron?" Vassius asked.

"My teacher's relics are also with you." Fanning looked as usual.

…Looking at the phrasing, it is not clear to Fanning that the audio sequence fragments were originally placed by Vincent at the Turner Gallery?Vassius thought about it secretly, and then said: "Oh? It seems that Mr. Fanning has already gained some research experience on the transcribed fragments of the audio sequence?"

He clearly remembered the orders of his superiors: on the premise of paying attention to methods and methods, monitor the Fanning and Turner Art Museums at all times. Take action.

As long as Fan Ning is still in Tiolein, the progress of uncovering the secret brought out by Vincent from the abnormal area of ​​B-105 will be under the control of the Special Inspection Office.

However, Fan Ning made an expression of being annoyed, and the reference to the "relic" was naturally replaced by another one:
"As a teacher who devoted a lot of research and effort during his lifetime, "Texture, Sound Flow and Dreamland", the basic mystical literature that hints at the dream control method, is now more of an artistic research and commemorative significance to me... If you take If it’s useless, don’t throw it there to eat ashes. The same is true for broken flashlights. Maybe Mr. Vassius likes others to touch his personal belongings and not return them? … Or I will run to your house when I have nothing to do, and take a hat today , I took a desk lamp tomorrow, you urged me to return it, and I asked you if you need it in a serious manner?...Damn it, I feel like a pervert just trying to say these few words..."

"...As for the research results of the sound series fragments? Your special inspection hall spread this mysterious chord by yourself. Listening to pleasure will kill so many people with it. If you want to listen to it, listen to it yourself. My personal suggestion is to record a record. Put it in your office area every day."

Vassius still spoke flatly: "The fragments of the sound sequence were consigned by the Special Inspection Office for investigation purposes, but the mysterious chords were not."

"Then it grew by itself?" Fanning asked with a playful smile.

Vassius ignored him and walked in another direction.

...doesn't mean to return it?It seems that my intuition is quite accurate.

Fan Ning and the two little girls walked out of the side door. At this time, the three saw that there were several people holding banners at the gate, and there were more than a dozen people sitting on the steps, answering the reporters' questions.

They were emotional and talking so loudly that they could be heard here.

There were also dozens of passers-by who looked like guests, watching with great interest.

"What's the situation, where did this group of people come from?" Fanning asked the police guarding the side door.

"Of course it's the painters, who else could it be? Their paintings were burned, and they're clamoring for an explanation from the auction house."

…painter?Ten or twenty so many?Fan Ning was puzzled. There were only a hundred or so paintings burned in the gallery. What kind of hodgepodge painting exhibition was this?
"Where did they come from? What painting is this on display? How are they selling?" asked Fanning again.

"Looks like a group of people from Fort Santaram..." The policeman's tone was a bit uncertain, "It should be rented from Prudence's gallery, and it's going to be exhibited for seven days. It's only the first day that something like this happened. It's probably sold It’s not doing well, you can ask them, as for the name of the art exhibition? Anyway, it’s quite strange..."

The policeman made an effort to recall, and said after a few seconds:
"It seems to be called... The Unselected Salon."

(End of this chapter)