musicians of old

Chapter 23

Fan Ning looked at the two people in front of him dumbfounded.

I obviously asked for a name, what kind of divergent thinking is this.

"You think too much, this classmate has unfortunately passed away, and you may not have heard the news."

"What!?" Joan's dark eyes were wide open, Xilan covered her mouth with both hands, and the two exclaimed together.

"Joan, if you can, help me to keep an eye on it and find out about Nora Carr's activities during her lifetime." Fan Ning ignored the surprised expressions of the two girls, "I suspect that her death has something to do with Teacher Anton."

"Caron, have you found anything?" Sheeran couldn't help asking.

"There are some unconfirmed conjectures, and I will start investigating after the funeral is over," Fanning said.

"No problem, I'm very good at investigating and exploring mysteries..." Joan regained his composure and patted his chest, "Caroun, this matter is on my shoulders, I know a lot of mysterious knowledge. Might come in handy."

She approached Fan Ning, and the sweet scent floated into her nostrils: "You know, sometimes I feel that I am actually suitable to be a detective..."

Finally regained Xilan's arm, tiptoed slightly: "Xilan, I will take you with me, and I will help you find out the person who killed Uncle Anton."

Fanning looked at Joan in some surprise.

Arcane knowledge?You can't be someone who knows... Could it be that this girl is a little expert at killing?

Sheeran said helplessly: "Caroun, Joan has always been like this, you just get used to it. Apart from eating, her usual hobbies are searching for old books and antiquities in every corner of the city, and tinkering with herbs, minerals, divination and other things at home. Summoning the array, and encouraging me to explore some urban legends together..."

"Sister, how did you live to be so old?" Fan Ning looked at Joan with more and more puzzled eyes, even though she was cute with her small stature, smooth face, and cheerful voice.

In the end, he still said seriously, "Joan, I personally suggest that you don't get in touch with these strange things, and Sheeran, you just ask for information and don't need to investigate anything yourself. This matter is very dangerous. If you have any clues, call me together."

Sheeran said: "Callon, don't worry, since I was scared to death by her once when I was dragged by her to explore a dilapidated factory, there will be no next time I will be beaten to death."

Joan nodded towards Fan Ning seemingly obediently: "Well, Caroun, don't worry."

"You also said 'don't worry', why do you give people the impression that this sentence is ambiguous..." Fan Ning began to regret secretly, and mentioned this matter in front of her.

The final conversation ended after the auditorium came.

"Someone came in, it seems to be Dean Gould and his party." Fanning reminded.

"And Vice Principal Huxley." Sheeran said softly.

Ten or twenty solemn mourners came towards Fanning and the others, headed by the older Dean Gould and the tall Vice-Principal Huxley.

"His eyes gave me a very extraordinary feeling, as if there were lightning flashes. However, he did not seem to place himself in a higher position than Dean Gould in his words and deeds, even if the administrative position is indeed Be tall."

Fanning 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 dynamic sense: "Saint Lenia University has lost a respected scholar and artist. Condolences to Professor Anton Konar."

He led the crowd to bow three times to the coffin surrounded by flowers, presented a bouquet, and then sat down.

When returning to the seat, Dean Gould looked at Fan Ning, and said to Sheeran: "There will be no accidents in the future, Saint Lenia University is also where you studied for four years, and the Conservatory of Music is your eternal home If you have any difficulties, you can ask us for help."

There are many wrinkles on the old man's face, but his eyes are clear and sincere.

Although the Women's Grammar College is under the administration of St. Lenia University, not everyone who wants to be admitted to St. Lenia University has additional advantages.

As a public school of the empire, most of the annual enrollment quota is still based on the recommendation system, and a small part of the examination quota is a product of innovation in this era.

In the case of Professor Anton's death, the dean still conveyed a clear willingness to take care of him, and Fan Ning, who was on the side, could feel the kindness conveyed by the old man.

However, he knew that with Xilan's cultural achievements, there was no problem at all in taking the exam.

"Thank you," Sheeran said.

Although there was no long queue, as time went by, more and more people got up and the staff became busy.

"Xiran, Joan, sit down and rest for a while."

"I'm sorry, Caron."

Fan Ning always stood in front of the coffin, and whenever someone came to the stage to offer flowers, he would lightly thank him.

During this period, a man in a black dress, sunglasses, and a collar turned up high entered the arena. Fanning recognized Viadrin from his burly figure.

But Fanning saw that he didn't want to talk, and the two just nodded to each other, and Viadrin then took a seat in the back row.

After a while, Fanning saw the three grade leaders who were also wearing black dresses coming towards them: Edward Murridge from the first group, Lou Adair from the second group, and Ram Cecil.

Teacher Anton's family has long since declined, and Sheeran's late mother was a collateral member of the Cecil family.

Ram Cecil came here more because of his status as the grade leader, and the entire Cecil family, apart from that, no one attended the funeral.

"With Mr. Anton's character, he doesn't have much contact with most people. It's good to have so many teachers coming to the school this time." Fan Ning said silently in his heart.

Murridge from the piano department presented flowers and bowed three times.

"Thank you, Team Leader Murridge." Fanning's voice was very sincere.

Murridge's expression was cold and he didn't speak, but he responded to Fanning with his palms in prayer, and then backed away.

Lou Adair presented flowers and bowed. He is the son of Jana Adair, a railroad tycoon in Uflandsell. He is a percussion major and has been a timpani player in the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra for a long time.

"Thank you, Captain Adair."

Lou Adair, a stocky man a head taller than Fanning, smiled at Fanning.

The third to step forward was Ram Cecil.

"Thank you, Team Leader Cecil." Fanning's expression was still sincere.

Cecil walked up to Xilan slowly: "Cousin, I will give you a suggestion from the bottom of my heart."

"What?" Sheeran asked subconsciously.

"You are not in a safe situation right now." Cecil looked at her. "You know what happened one after another in school now, and you are obviously a person who has a close relationship with these events. I don't need to explain this."

These words were completely objective, and a trace of fear appeared on Xilan's immature and pretty face.

"You don't really dare to live alone in the house where the accident happened, do you? Come to my side, the Cecil family can provide you with protection."

Although Cecil's tone sounded serious, there was an unconcealable eagerness in the eyes clearly looking at Xilan.

"Xilan, the funeral is over today, and there is no need to keep a vigil. You will follow me tonight." Joan snorted with a puffed face, "This guy must be a liar, just trying to plot something wrong."

"No, he's not lying, he's quite right," Fanning began.

Several people looked at him in unison.

"Although the cause of the incident has not been investigated clearly, the fragmented ancient artifact is an obvious risk factor. Sheeran has more or less indirect contact at home. Her current situation is indeed not safe, and it is not suitable for her to be alone."

The people who have the deepest contact with mysterious chords are mainly a few students including myself.

But next to this is Sheeran, who often listens to various performances by the side.

The corner of Cecil's mouth rose slightly: "Right, even Fanning knows, so..."

"So Sheeran, you've been staying with me these days." Fanning's expression was very calm.

(End of this chapter)