musicians of old

Chapter 168 "The Room of Pain" (4K [-]-in-[-])

At this time, Fanning was basically sure that the ashes of the painting he saw at the scene of the fire without paint slag were the "Green Night" mentioned by the unsuccessful Salon painter Courmier.

"I said only burn garbage paintings. Artistic attainment can be comparable to Vincent's, and it will run away by itself." Benjamin, who was sitting on the suspended car, said.

"Run? What do you mean it can run by itself?" Fanning asked in surprise.

"Only by using certain correct pigments can the artistic conception be expressed correctly." Benjamin looked up at the sky.

It's over, although the answer is irrelevant, but I think his words are very reasonable.

Fan Ning felt more and more that it would be easy to be misled when talking to such a lunatic who maintained the ability to communicate, but he was trying to continue to dig out hidden knowledge that he didn't know, so he insisted on asking: "So why did you run?"

"I appreciate a lot, and I will remember it deeply." Benjamin continued to mutter with a serious expression.

"If it runs away, you can open the 'Gate of the Seven Lights', or if it doesn't run away, you can open it?" Fan Ning asked again.

"Wow--"

Benjamin ignored him, and the esophagus convulsed uncontrollably and retched again.

Fanning frowned and looked at the rickety car in front of him.

When hearing the name "Gate of Seven Lights" before, Fan Ning had already thought of the seven phase colors of divinity.

The information related to this door is likely to be the core hidden knowledge mastered by the Harmony School, combined with the characteristics of the oil paintings currently in hand. The seven paintings may be to find the coordinates of the "Gate of Seven Lights", or they may be crossed key.

Fanning was previously unsure whether a "special" painting was "unique" or merely "beyond a certain requirement".

But now speculating from Benjamin's words, the latter is more likely.

After all, the paintings are also drawn by humans, creating a substance that has a unique relationship with Huita's door. He feels that this should not be done by his father Vincent or the unsuccessful Salon painter Cumier.

So, when some suitable pigments are used, and the painting skills and artistic conception reach a certain level, the work will have some extraordinary properties, and will have some kind of mysterious connection with the "Gate of Seven Lights" in the Hui Pagoda?

suitable pigments…

Fan Ning couldn't help but look back at his big box car. He had left the bundle of paint on the passenger seat before.

If this is the case, Vincent's five paintings can also be replaced by other artists' works, and for "Green Night", there is no problem for Courmier to repaint one.

"My face is His face! His image is my image!!" Benjamin suddenly raised his voice and roared to the sky.

The three couldn't help but took a step back in fright.

"Don't move!" Xilan and Joan held a gun and a spell, and looked at him without blinking.

"This guy..." Fan Ning couldn't help but feel a little cold when he saw that the cold and steady investigator in the past became like this after prying into some knowledge.

"I'm sorry." Benjamin turned his head apologetically again. "I've seen too much trash, and I feel a little irritable. It's much better to let it out... The price I asked you for just now is fine, how about 300 pounds?"

"His current state of jumping back and forth between normal communication and neurotic behavior is exactly the same as a person from the Harmony School." Sheeran whispered next to Fanning.

Fanning nodded.

If it were someone else who stole the painting, even if it was finally intercepted and could not keep people, Fan Ning would never give him a good face.

But what's special about Benjamin is that he's from the Special Service.

The sense of existence of this organization in front of him is too high, and his knowledge is too little.

Regardless of whether he is crazy or not, it will be meaningful if he can communicate. Today, I got a lot of key information, such as the special patrol agency is looking for the so-called wreckage of Qiyuanshen.

But looking at Benjamin's appearance after being polluted, the sacred object of the Harmony School, the "Fountain in the Painting", should be really crazy.

After thinking for a while, he tried to ask again: "So what about 'Chi', do you know where 'Chi' is?"

Vincent's five paintings, plus Courmier's "Green Night", are short of one.

This topic was exactly what Benjamin was interested in, and he immediately replied: "Are you asking about "The Room of Pain"? Lying in the sealed room of the Special Inspection Office, ha... Those guys are tightly covered with black veils, for fear of watching too much It ran away."

After finishing speaking, Benjamin began to count his wallet again: "Mr. Fanning, please make an offer quickly. How about the 300 pounds just now?...The air stinks..."

…The Chamber of Pain?The Seal Room of the Special Patrol Office?

However, Fan Ning had a flash of inspiration, and asked casually: "Do you know of any way to get back the things seized by the Special Inspection Office? ... If what you said is feasible, I will let you crawl Back to the bridge."

Benjamin suddenly looked at Fan Ning with dull eyes, and began to mutter again in a low voice:
"My face is His face... His image is my image..."

"What are you doing?" Fan Ning's body tensed suddenly, and he raised the Lieyang Guidance in his hand.

Benjamin's face gradually changed from a sluggish look to one of awe and gratitude: "Mr. Fanning, I take back the abuse and disdain I gave you before."

"What's wrong with me?" Hearing that Benjamin even changed his address to the second person, Fan Ning felt uncomfortable. He just felt that if he continued to chat with this person like this, he would go crazy.

"Unexpectedly, you are also planning to get the painting "The Room of Pain", and you are also committed to opening the 'Gate of Seven Lights', so that you can see the great holy spring... Unexpectedly, at a young age, you decided to become a 'Martyr'... Or, leave it to you to complete the feat, and I will provide you with cooperation... Your talent in the extraordinary field is stronger than mine. After opening the 'Gate of Seven Lights', you will definitely gain more knowledge. At that time, I will I'll ask you again..."

Benjamin kept using parallel sentences of admiration, and his eyes showed ardent expectations for Fanning.

…Who the hell wants to open the "Gate of Seven Lights" to gain more knowledge?Fanning sounds scared and anxious.

"So is there anything you can do?" He suppressed his impatience, and took a non-committal approach to Benjamin's words of "getting "The Room of Pain".

If there is a way to bring out this painting Benjamin, then maybe his mobile phone can also refer to this method.

"...I'm still doing the experiment." Benjamin said, "When I go back, I will continue to do the experiment. When I succeed in the experiment, I will contact you for cooperation."

Fanning rolled his eyes angrily.

The lunatics of the Reconciliation School are really just like what the elixir master Cyndia said, talking about doing experiments all day long.

However, I endured it myself, and it is not ruled out that Benjamin may come up with a solution, and he has no clue about taking away the seized items from the Special Inspection Office without resorting to external forces.

"So how will you contact me after the test is successful? How?" Fanning tried to make an appointment with him.

"Use a drift bottle." Benjamin said.

"...??" Fanning's eyes widened.

As Benjamin said, he turned around and took out a small glass bottle with a wooden stopper from the storage box.

"When I need to contact you, I write the note in a drift bottle and throw it into the river. You will know when you get it and open it."

Xi Lan and Joan looked at each other with strange expressions in each other's eyes, and covered the smile on their faces with their hands.

"...OK." Fanning bit his lip and nodded.

Either he's crazy, or it's a ritual, or both.

Fanning felt he had adapted.

So this farce came to an end in the weird and absurd conversation, but Fanning vaguely felt that the results were quite fruitful, and he seemed to have gained a lot of knowledge.

He began to think, now that the painting was taken back, and it is true that there is nothing to do with the lunatic who stole the painting, should he just retreat or what...

The investigator, who was contaminated by hidden knowledge, was driven into a hurry. It has nothing to do with him to jump into the river. What if there is a distortion?
"See if you want to consider letting me buy your painting..." Benjamin sat in mid-air, continued to count the money with his head down, and then continued to mutter: "My face is His face...His image is me image of…"

Fanning's thoughts were interrupted.

...?Didn't this guy just say that the feat of opening the "Seven Lights Gate" was left to himself?Why do you want to collect paintings again?

While thinking about it, Benjamin pulled out a stack of 50 denomination notes: "Mr. Fanning, the old excrement on the Pushore River is really smelly... I counted 21 here, 1050 pounds, and I am willing to pay What do you think of your 300 pounds tolls... and the remaining banknotes, which are used as bids for 5 paintings?"

"...? 150 pounds a piece? Are you serious?" Fan Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the former investigator, a thief and lunatic, with a flash of irritation in his eyes.

Vincent's five oil paintings with such superb artistic attainments, this person wants to buy them for 750 pounds?
Regardless of whether this transaction actually happened or not, it was just a proposal...

Fan Ning gradually clenched his fists, and his blood pressure rose again.

"Huh? Wait..." Benjamin pressed the banknotes under his butt, then turned the wallet upside down, tapped it on his palm, and dropped out a dozen coins.

"I'll change the bid." He smiled friendly. "It's 750 pounds, 4 shillings and 10 pence."

Fan Ning also showed a friendly smile, and gently placed five bundles of canvases on the road.

"In view of the fact that the conversation was quite fruitful, I thought about it and let it go, but now I feel—"

He steps back, trots, boosts, jumps, lifts his legs.

"Fuck you!" An afterimage flashed across the night, and the sole of Fanning's shoe kicked heavily on the trunk of the car!

With a muffled "bang", the car that had already rushed halfway and turned into a seesaw finally fell off the bridge together with Benjamin in the driver's seat!

"Plop—" The car headed down, plunged into darkness, and splashed water.

Fan Ning clapped his hands, bowed his head, and picked up the scroll on the ground.

Amidst the expressions of the two girls covering their mouths in surprise, they walked towards their bumpy cart without looking back.

"Don't look, get in the car, go home, and sleep."

……

The following Monday, July 7, at 28:[-] pm.

It was already the normal time for employees in newspapers, radio stations and other media industries to get off work, but at this moment, art media, large and small, centered on the imperial capital of Santaram Fort, were all on alert.

They are waiting for the headline telegram of the publication of "Tiolein Culture Weekly", the leader of cultural criticism in the empire.

According to the customary practice in previous years, the summer art festival concert will be officially opened on August 8, and the update of the "Tioleen Culture Weekly" before that will exclusively announce the detailed information of the concerts.

They need to use this as a reference to write articles for their own media for follow-up reports.

Not only the first-line media such as "Hoffman Gramophone" are waiting, but those media with special status are also eager to try. For example, at the office of "Hustle", the editor-in-chief Macaulay, wearing a jacket and combing back his oily hair, is holding his hands Sitting with arms crossed, eyes staring at the telegraph in a daze.

The paper excels in its fictional digs for music-world flicks and "in-depth coverage" of failed music events, productions and musicians.

In fact, the editor-in-chief Macaulay still has a certain level of appreciation, but his extremely sharp sarcasm and pervasive access to gossip have made many artists keep silent about his attitude and avoid it if they can.

Many readers prefer this style, so "Hustle News" still firmly occupies the position of the second-tier art review media under the premise of lacking truly professional commentators.

At [-]:[-], the telegram was spit out from the machine, and Macaulay couldn't wait to pick it up and read it. While reading, his eyes stayed on a certain line, as if shaking his head in disbelief for a few more confirmations.

"The concert of the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra, the overall price in each region is three times that of previous years, and the premium ticket price is actually set at 18 pounds?... Good guy, is this going to be charged according to the standard of a first-line professional orchestra? Don Yettus Isn’t this guy too restrained in reporting? Even like this, don’t add some personal comments?” Macaulay said to himself excitedly.

After scanning the Royal Academy of Music for only 13 pounds, and confirming that the prices of other symphony concerts were the same as in previous years, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

Make a report on the box office ranking prediction of the 913 Summer Art Festival!Be fast!News should pay attention to timeliness!
Extracting information, brewing wording, drafting, proofreading, typesetting, printing, and actions all in one go, the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra predicted the result to be the bottom one, and attached "Let's wait and see how the students of this school will enter the first-line professional orchestra through the premiere of their new work" sarcastic encouragement.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, almost a dozen media outlets, large and small, finalized and issued reports in different formats and with different emphases, trying their best to highlight this year's highlight. The only difference may be reflected in the severity of the wording.

After going home and going to sleep, Macaulay woke up the next day, stretched himself on the big soft bed, and then turned on the radio next to him.

beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

Fort Santaram Daily Morning Radio...Hoffman Records Publishing Company, before going out in the morning, take you to listen to a little music...

Amidst the slight background noise and glitches, the string group rippled with sad broken chords, and a noble and sentimental violin melody sounded in the living room.

Macaulay only felt that the opening music was so beautiful that his hairs stood on end.

Garden, rose, poetry, melancholy, elegance... all kinds of words poured into his mind like beans, but he couldn't even form a sentence for a while.

Until the sound of the music suddenly weakened after a minute.

"And then!? I can't hear you clearly!" Macaulay grabbed the radio and put it to his ear.

"Ah, I'm going to die. Is there something wrong with the recording person? Why did the voice suddenly decrease?" He began to scratch his scalp restlessly.

In the last half minute of the radio broadcast, a sweet female voice rang in the ear, and slowly broadcast two paragraphs with the weakened background music:
"The Violin Concerto in E minor by the young composer Carlone van Ning will be premiered at the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra concert at the Summer Art Festival at 8:21 pm on August 8st. "

"Records will be pre-sold in the hall after the performance. You can enjoy a [-]% discount on the stub of the honored ticket and a complimentary autograph by the composer and violinist. For details of the event, please pay attention to the ticketing information."

　Thank you Deacon Xingyun for the five consecutive monthly tickets~Thank you for the monthly tickets for Xianxianxianxianyu~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)