Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

The sun shines through the birch window lattice, and the wandering dust in the air wanders disorderly in the beam of light.After Song Zhiyu opened the curtains, he got into the quilt and sat on the head of the bed, watching these little things until his consciousness was completely clear.After slowly going downstairs, the clock on the wall just passed eight o'clock.

Song Qiuyuan can be said to have left early and returned late these two days, as busy as an intern who just found his first job.The breakfast he made before going out was placed by the stove in the kitchen. He carefully turned the bowl upside down, and when his fingers touched the wall of the bowl, it was still warm.But it was oatmeal porridge that was easy to cook. Song Zhiyu picked it up and took a sip, feeling as if his heart was soaked in the soft wheat grains.Planning to tune the piano again later, and bring a big cleaning by the way.

In the office on the second floor of the San Lorenzo Church, there is almost no place to stay. All you can see are paper books of different colors. If you look carefully, you will find that there is another person in the pile of paper.Song Nian hasn't stepped out of this small but surprisingly large office since he returned last night.

From sunset to late night outside the window, and then Dongfang vomits white, even a vampire will feel a little tired if he concentrates on processing a large amount of information for a long time.Song Nian tried his best to find the source of the papyrus in the investigation letter sent by Lunsa while trying to find out the year of the letter and document.There are irregular tear marks on the edge of the yellowed paper. With so little information and clues at present, finding its source may solve part of the problem.

Originally, Song Qiuyuan also planned to sort out the materials together in the office, but was sent home by Song Nian who insisted repeatedly.The reason why Song Qiuyuan didn't want to leave was simple, he wanted to investigate the hidden truth behind Maria's death in the sea of ​​flames as soon as possible.Song Nian let him leave for two reasons. First, he is an elderly human being, and his efficiency in staying up late is terribly low; Can't explain.Therefore, at sunset, Song Nian followed all the way, sending Song Qiuyuan to the door of his house with a relaxed and casual look that was the same as usual.After all, once tonight is over, tomorrow will be the third day after the old earl's death, and the original plot of the novel will be at the time when Song Qiuyuan was killed.

Song Nian asked for the office key from Song Qiuyuan, but there was only one.When returning to the church, he stopped by Notte, "Cosimo!" Song Nian stood by the door, holding the door frame with one hand, and shouted into the noisy room.

"What's the matter, Song? It looks like you're in a hurry." There were still three glasses of champagne poured on the plate, and after Cosimo delivered them to the guest's table neatly, he walked over with the tray.

"Listen, I temporarily took over a job to help Director Song of the San Lorenzo Church sort out the donations from the old earl's estate. If you have anything to do in the near future, you can find me there first."

"Okay. No problem. Wait, you help Mr. Song with these, what's his assistant Miss Iti doing?" Cosimo raised his hand and pulled Song Nian's hand on the door frame.

"I almost forgot, Miss Itti doesn't know everyone in Rensa." The latter pretended to be innocent and raised his forehead.

"What do you mean?"

"She broke her leg when she was crushed by a bookcase and is now in the inpatient department of Paul Hospital."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"That's your ex-girlfriend, I tell you, then what?"

"In Lenza, I am the person who knows her best besides herself. Shouldn't I know about her? Besides, she needs someone to take care of her now." Cosimo always looked cynical, but He said that Itdie was the only person he had ever been moved by for so many years.

"The nuns in the church took good care of her, and her family will come soon, and I will only temporarily take over her work. You said that she is special in your heart, but after missing it, what do you have now?" Stand to see her?" Song Nian looked at Cosimo who was getting a little restless, and thought it was a little funny, so he asked calmly.

"I..." The person who talked a lot in the past was suddenly choked.

"Take care of things between you and her by yourself. I can't help you." Song Nian squeezed Cosimo's shoulders. It seems that feelings are always confusing. "The last question, Tim's family can Do you have a key?"

"Your topic jumps a little too much." Cosimo, who was still brewing some emotions, was suddenly pulled away because of this question, and rolled his eyes fiercely, "Okay, you go now, and he can give you tomorrow morning Bring it here." After speaking, he turned the tray in his hand and walked away without looking back.

So last night, Song Nian went to Lake Street again. The street was cramped, and the sky seemed to be compressed, leaving only a line. In contrast to the main street illuminated by lights on one side, it was as magnificent as the Chaney Theater.The signboard of Ferrari's blacksmith shop seems to have just borrowed the light not far away, so that customers who come at night will not miss it in the dark alley.

Song Nian, who let his mind go blank for a while, recalled the memories of last night except this office, and even brought his own senses back to the past for a while.After knocking on the door twice, Song Nian came out of his thoughts.Song Qiuyuan, who opened the door and came in, carried a kettle in his hand, looked at the office with no place to stay, and finally looked at Song Nian, whose hair was messy among the piles of books, and suddenly laughed out loud.Song Nian, who had just regained his senses, saw his slovenly appearance through the glass window on one side, and he understood for a moment, and laughed along with him.

"The bathroom is opposite the library, you should know the way." The two carefully made a gap on the floor where they could walk normally.

It took almost a whole night for Song Nian to sort out the materials he had now according to time. All the manuscripts were carefully searched, and he even spelled out a piece of graffiti that he didn't know what he drew, but none of them The paper quality and signs of damage of the manuscript can be compared with that piece of papyrus.

"But it's not nothing." Song Nian quickly pulled out what he wanted from a pile of papers, and handed it to Song Qiuyuan, "This is a commendation order in recognition of Viscount Henry, the ancestor of La Fontaine. In recognition of his work as a cavalryman The commander of the battalion broke through the city of Milan, which could not be conquered for a long time, in one day."

"The fall of the city of Milan led to the escape of the Grand Duke of Milan at that time. Although the Duchy of Milan and the Duchy of Savoy each won or lost on the battlefield, the Duchy of Milan was gone and was finally annexed by Savoy." Speaking of the battle of Milan, Combined with the time, Song Qiuyuan briefly talked about what happened afterwards.

"Also after this commendation order, the La Fontaine family has made great achievements repeatedly, from a battalion commander to the deputy commander of the Guards. The title has also risen all the way." Song Nian licked his dry lips , multiple commendation orders were lined up in the book case according to time, "the first one was issued in 1279, and the last one was enshrined as earl in 1281, because the army has been kept. Although the dynasty has changed several times, La Fontaine's The power has not declined, and the rise of the Republic has gradually declined after the Industrial Revolution.”

"In Maria's research, the time period when Mokawi declined and Vanjo gradually took over the leadership was from 1270 to 1290."

"Do you think this is a coincidence?" Song Nian put his hands on the edge of the table after stacking a small stack of commendations in front of him, and expressed his doubts.

"One has become the leader of the vampire secret party, and the other has become a military aristocrat who has survived for a hundred years. The motive for the two irrelevant families to conclude an agreement can be established. But this is still a guess. There has been no direct contact yet."

Song Zhiyu, who was staying at home, started the tedious piano tuning after having breakfast.After he left home, although his father no longer played the piano often, he often wiped it.This piano has existed since he could remember, and it has occupied a large part of his childhood.Every change in air humidity or even a slight change in the placement angle requires recalibration, but my father never thought of changing to a better one.Because this is one of the few things left by Maria to him, and it is a companion who came to this home with her.

The white qin lacquer has long lost its sharp luster, and it has turned yellow after years of use.Not long ago, Song Zhiyu had just returned to Rensa. Walking on the street, he saw the old violin in Notte's infield from the window. Like the one at home, the back of the violin had fine wire inlays.The difference is that the frame at home is inlaid with copper wire orioles, while the qin in the bar is black lacquered and inlaid with silver wire nightingales.Out of curiosity and memories of the past, I walked into the store, and only then did I meet Song Nian for the first time.

Song Zhiyu tuned it carefully, and from time to time, he had to adjust places that ordinary pianos couldn't tune at all.For some reason, after the pitch was calibrated, compared to the "Nightingale" tuned in the bar a few days ago, the sound was a bit muffled.The peg and mallet had been replaced once before, and Song Zhiyu checked it again, but still found nothing wrong.Sighing, he removed the shell of the piano, revealing the internal bridge and soundboard.

There is a certain space between the soundboard and the piano shell. I thought it was because the dust accumulated over time affected the tone.After opening it, the dust was much less than expected. A palm-sized, sheepskin-bound letter was covered in thin dust. It looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw it.

Not daring to delay any longer, he put the casing back on, and Song Zhiyu took the newly "unearthed" notebook and carried out a meticulous dust removal.When he opened it, there were two parts of the paper, both of which seemed to be of different ages.On one side is brittle papyrus, and on the other side is wood pulp paper that is commonly used today, but it is a little yellowed, and some short and continuous writings are written on it.When Song Zhiyu saw these handwritings, his mind went blank.The small letter seemed to have a weight in it. After holding his breath subconsciously, his breathing became disordered, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and it became even more difficult to see the faded handwriting for a while.

This is a diary, more precisely a research note, researching the contents of the first half of the papyrus.And this handwriting is exactly the same as Song Zhiyu's mother's handwriting in his long memory.

When I raised my head again, the whole world became blurred. The only thing clearly visible was the scene where Maria sat on the piano bench and taught herself to play "Ode to Joy". Lemon aroma.Tears dripped down the back of the hand along the suddenly opened memory valve, with light and heat from light years away.