Silent Crown Chapter 91: File
Jianlan Underground Palace, in the Great Library.
It's been a long time since, but Ye Qingxuan in front of the bookshelf still found nothing. In other words, no clues were found!
On the bookshelf, he has almost turned over any records and files related to the Royal Conservatory of Music. Those heavy files were almost piled high beside him.
"Summary of the Archives of the Teachers of the Royal Conservatory of Music", the curriculum arrangements of the various departments of the Royal Conservatory of Music, the records of the school celebrations over the years, the school announcements, the list of teachers of each faculty, the group photo in the annual large-scale celebration, and the newspapers Interviews from the college, a large amount of salary and allowance slips for coaching teachers every year...
Including the use of classrooms and dormitories and a list of all courses in the past years...
One morning and half an afternoon, Ye Qingxuan! unit! turn! Finish! Up!
Now he has a more comprehensive understanding of the four branches and 16 departments of the college.
However, there is no use for eggs.
I didn’t find one of the things I wanted to find, and I didn’t find one. In order to find some clues, he even pinched his nose and turned over the autobiography of the dead fat Sidney!
In the end, he didn't get anything other than the love affairs of the fat man when he was young (mostly made up).
Yueyin, Ye Lanzhou, Ye Qingxuan’s father...
is like it never existed at all.
He disappeared from the record of this world, everyone's memory... disappeared without a trace.
If it wasn't for Ye Qingxuan who remembered him, he would have been completely forgotten, right?
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After turning over a copy, Ye Qingxuan was desperate. Lying on the pile of books, fell into a gray state.
In all the school records, there is no shadow of an oriental person! Not to mention an Oriental who served as a vice principal...
Hermes is lying to himself, right?
Although this guy has a bad personality, he never seems to like to lie.
What is going on? Did anyone erase all records?
"I can't even keep the list of lecturers on the course schedule!"
Ye Qingxuan angrily hit the ground with a fist, and pointed his **** to the sky: "Would you like to have a hundred, and the sign-in record is also erased!"
There was silence, and of course no one responded.
But Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
He bounced off the ground suddenly, as if finally realized: "Yes, check-in records...In addition to the student rollover, there will be a teacher's signature record every public class! Otherwise, there is no way for the performance allowance. Statistics!"
And the best, this kind of almost waste paper is also part of the handouts, and it is regularly collected in the big library!
"Check-in book! Check-in book!"
Ye Qingxuan muttered like crazy, looking for each shelf one by one.
After a long time, he found nothing—he couldn't find the sign-in book.
For hundreds of years, the Royal Conservatory of Music courses have at least 100,000 lessons. If the sign-in book for each lesson has to be kept, then ten warehouses are not enough.
How can appear here? Besides, even if it appears, he can't find it in the vast information, right?
He sighed in frustration, and couldn't help but want to hit his head against the bookshelf, but his eyes lit up when he saw the darkness surging in the distance.
I don’t know, but... they do!
If you know where the archives of the academy are, then Dominic said that those ‘little things’ kept in the library are absolutely clear here.
"Hey! Is there anyone?"
Ye Qingxuan looked around and raised his hand: "Does anyone know where the registration book for the Royal Academy of Music was 19 years ago?"
"……"
Darkness surging, silent, like a group of indifferent people watching him without responding.
"Do me a favor! I know you are listening!"
Ye Qingxuan's expression is still full of enthusiasm: "Don't be like this, how about we have a discussion?"
Dark silence.
"Hey, if I can help you, I will definitely help!"
Ye Qingxuan raised his voice: "Think about it anyway! My friend, I'm still a chief student anyway... Do you guys have a discussion today? People and people have to help each other! There is an old saying in our East. , Everyone is for me, and I am for everyone. Are you guys pointing the way anyway?"
a long time, a long time, a long time later.
"Marbles."
Ye Qingxuan heard a faint voice coming from behind, like a little girl.
"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan turned his head in surprise, there was nothing behind him.
As if he had never spoken before, the voice rang again.
in the dark, stretched out a vague palm of dust. With a round and smooth bone bead on its three fingers, it shook in front of Ye Qingxuan:
"——Marbles, I want them."
Ye Qingxuan was overjoyed: "Okay! I will definitely help you find a lot of marbles back after I go out! But the bones are a bit hard to find. Can the glass work? What color do you like? Red? White? Or? Green?"
The darkness surged, and the squeaky voice sounded like some kind of communication between beasts. After a long time, the palm of the dust raised two fingers:
"One hundred, each."
Ye Qingxuan couldn’t take care of it. They didn’t know how to count, so they nodded quickly: "Okay! That's it!"
The fine screams in the darkness sounded again, and finally, the hand of dust slowly raised and aimed at Ye Qingxuan: "You promise?"
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, raised his palm, and high-five with it: "I promise."
There was no sound during the high-five. Of course, the dusty palm collapsed and disappeared without a trace.
followed, bang!
Ye Qingxuan's floor suddenly cracked, collapsed, and a big hole appeared.
Only a scream of misunderstanding was heard, and the boy who had stood here disappeared without a trace.
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Shrieking for a moment, Ye Qingxuan fell into the darkness.
Soon, with a bang, he fell on a lot of things, splashing a dust in the air, and the choking person could barely breathe.
The light from nowhere illuminates the gloomy underground.
Ye Qingxuan got up from the pile of books with difficulty, looked back left and right in surprise, and found that he seemed to have come to a garbage dump.
In the huge underground plaza, piles of text are piled up. Those shabby records have been thrown here for so many years, and no one cares about them. In the silence, a big hole suddenly appeared in the corner of the wall.
A large pile of messy notebooks were dumped like **** and fell on the ground. Invisible power emerged from the dust, and those dusty palms quickly sorted the fallen notebooks, and before they fell on the ground, they were already neatly organized and piled into squares.
Like looking down from a high altitude, these useless waste papers and records are deliberately sorted together by some force, like building blocks in the hands of a urchin. They pile up like castles, high towers, walls, bunkers, and squares. ...
And Ye Qingxuan fell into the ‘pool’ in the center of the ‘castle’, splashing a lot of flying dust and white paper.
Amidst the countless dust flying, a small figure emerged from the dust, looked down at Ye Qingxuan, and threw a thick book into his arms.
Then, disappear without a trace.
There is a faint and ethereal voice in the air:
"Remember the marbles."
"Thanks! Certainly!"
Ye Qingxuan waved to the darkness and couldn't wait to crawl out of the'pool', opening the thick booklet if he had obtained the treasure.
On his wrist, the little bell vibrated, making a reminder sound.
——Today is about to end, his time is running out.
He doesn’t care about it, so hurry up and read the book: "Appreciation of Oriental Music Theory, Appreciation of Oriental Music Theory, Appreciation of Oriental Music Theory..."
Until the end, the rustling pages suddenly stopped, and there was silence.
In silence, Ye Qingxuan stared quietly at the row of blank tables and the lonely name in the upper left corner. His expression changed, like sadness and joy.
The dust flying in the sky fell silently, stained his white hair, and fell into the corner of his eye. Perhaps because of loss of consciousness, tears suddenly flowed out of this faint tingling.
They slid down their cheeks and landed on the register, gradually wetting the piece of ink, making the name of the pen-go-dragon-snake smudge.
"Found it."
Ye Qingxuan clenched the roll-up book tightly and whispered softly, "Father, I found you."
After five years, he finally proved that the man did not leave bizarrely, but had lived in this world and left some faint traces.
Even this is enough to make him grateful and make him burst into tears.
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On the register, the water marks are still smudged.
In the water trail, the name written in thick ink has been blurred into a ball.
can be in the faint of tears, but they seem to have awakened, have life, and grow rapidly on the paper, turning into a jumping note.
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head in surprise, and saw the ink stains gradually appearing on it.
It was a handwriting written by someone who was soaked in thick ink, penned by dragons and snakes, and written by three-point drunkenness and three-point teasing.
[After chatting with the old ghost yesterday, I occasionally learned about Western music theory, so I composed a piece of music. Stay here for fate. 】
The line of flying notes almost covered the entire paper industry, dancing like a dragon and snake, and reflected in the eyes of the teenager.
Immediately afterwards, the entire paper emits a quiet light like a bright moon.
The light flows out of the paper like a spring. Countless notes were brewing in the light, condensed into shape, and flooded into Ye Qingxuan's seven orifices with that winding moonlight.
For an instant, hallucination-like rhythms sounded from the brain, occupying the heart and soul!
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For an instant, a high-pitched song sounded.
Ye Qingxuan was drawn into a hazy illusion, and couldn't help immersing himself in this sudden music.
It is the sound of piano performing music scores, but the melody is not tactful, and there is no classical music, but it is full of sharp and manic atmosphere!
is like a child playing the piano, full of casual and crazy. The sound of the piano carries the sharp aura of iron fragments, copper plates rubbing, and glass broken.
A large number of tritones alternately appear, bringing the impact of the turbulent soul-this extremely unstable interval is loved by the evil god, so it is disgusted and rejected by orthodox musicians. But now it is widely quoted in the melody, and the connection is seamless!
The rhythm is like Shura roaring, evil spirits wailing, making people involuntarily frustrated, painful, and sad. In the end, the whole world seems to have turned into pitch black in an instant, without any brilliance.
Ye Qingxuan's body twitched, and he hugged his painful head tightly.
Because in the dizziness that the sky is spinning around, it seems that a brush filled with thick ink is writing on his brain. The pen is firm, penetrating into the wood, and engraving the notes and melody deeply into his mind.
also made him remember the name of the sheet music.
——"Black Friday"
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Late at night, when the teenager had already left, a ghost-like figure emerged from the corner of the library.
They sorted out the messy books that Ye Qingxuan had left on the ground when searching for the early information, and put them back to their original places one by one, earnestly and carefully.
As they sorted out, the books on the floor returned to the bookshelf one by one.
At the end, when they picked up the "College Teacher File" to organize, a resume file that was ignored by the teenager floated out of the page and fell on the ground.
On the file sent by the military department, there are several lines of dense handwriting. At the top, there is an old man's head, his expression is dull and blank, and his white hair is a little curly.
【Abraham Wilson】
Forbidden Musician~IndoMTL.com~Resonance level.
Recipient of the Royal Rose Medal (later deprived), honorary citizen of the Empire (later deprived). The former commander of the Dragoon troops.
Due to major mistakes in the mission and crimes committed, the court has been sentenced to ‘life imprisonment’. Received an amnesty from Her Majesty the Queen with the guarantee of Earl Maxwell. He is now allowed to work in the Royal Conservatory of Music, as a teacher of the Department of Music History Studies at the Royal Conservatory.
No marriage record.
Relatives: Adopted son-Charles.
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Note: This person is extremely dangerous, repeat, this person is extremely dangerous!
Do not allow contact with any swords, objects or crossbows, and it is strictly forbidden to hold any iron objects.
Please do not make any attacks or threats to him, so as not to cause him to overreact! Anyone who comes into contact with him should be strictly filed.
Any attempt to remove the prosthesis should be stopped in time. If this person has any overreaction, he should be immediately put in a confinement room. At the same time, at least three or more musicians must apply an ethereal seal to it.
Please do not let him leave within three kilometers of the Royal Conservatory of Music. If this person has any tendency to escape from prison, he should be shot on the spot.
is not allowed to inquire about any of his positions and tasks in the army. And, don't bring up any topic about ‘Gaius’ in front of him.
If the school fails to follow this warning and causes any damage, the military department will not be held responsible.
above!