Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

"I'll go, are you so awesome?"

Song Zhihui had delicate features, lying on the bed and leaning against the pillow, the white gauze was exposed on his shoulders, revealing a bit of war-damaged beauty.

The boy is full of spirit, but he just opened his mouth.

Wensidei glanced at him lightly, said nothing, took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, clicked on a video to Jiang Jian, and said with a smile: "When the show is over, before leaving, I have to send all the information and information on the mobile phone I gave you. The file is empty."

Jiang Jian took over: "Won't the show crew clear up these traces?"

"That's right." Winsted put her hand on her cheek, "I really hadn't thought about this before."

She has always been methodical, and the kind who will take care of the aftermath very seriously in her own actions.

Jiang Jian focused on the video.

The camera shakes a little, passing through the magnificent corridor, the wooden carved gate comes into view.But she didn't stay in front of the door, but turned the shooting angle to the decoration on one side of the wall.

"This is... the auditorium of the Arts and Sports Center?"

He tried hard to identify, and waited for the camera to zoom out before matching what he saw that night with the scenes in the video.

The light was very dark that night, and he only remembered the post-modern style on the wall, and vaguely glimpsed the dreamlike appearance of staves and musical notes, but the structure on the entire wall was not very clear.

At this time, the video shot under the sun is clear at a glance.

The background color of the wall is a deep blue, dotted with twinkling stars.The curved staves on the starry sky are composed of strips of light. The different notes decorated on the light strips look extraordinarily crystal clear during the day, unlike the dark tadpoles on the light strips at night, which reflect subtle light.

"Yes, it's the auditorium. Remember that night when I said that the melody on the stave sounds strange?" Wen Sidai nodded, "I paid attention to it when I went to get the rosin with Zhong Xun yesterday. You put the progress bar Pull back a little bit."

Jiang Jian moved her fingertips, and the camera zoomed in, approaching the notes.

The light on the note gradually reveals its true color: fine sand with very small grains.

The fine sand falls from the tip of the first eighth note and flows down slowly. There may be other devices behind the light strip. It follows the staff with low left and high right to the next note. Each note is like an hourglass. , and like a small waterfall.

"It's so beautiful." Jiang Jian praised sincerely.

Even if it belongs to the mystery on this wall, there must be a sophisticated structural device behind it to support the operation of each grain of sand.

This is a kind of installation art creation in space.

He immediately took the tablet and searched the sound system, but he couldn't find any function that could control the mechanical device on the wall next to the auditorium.

"It's also really strange." He looked at Wensidei ponderingly, "Qin Han didn't give the Fanyin system the power to control it. What did you find?"

Wensidei reached out and swiped across the screen, and the video switched to the next picture.

In the picture is Tang Huang's handwritten score in the piano room, which she hastily photographed.

"The focus was on Tangtang that night, and I just felt that what Tang Huang wrote was somewhat familiar." Wen Sidai said.

Song Zhihui interjected at the right time: "I remember, you still want Zhong Xun to play the piano for you."

"Yeah." She nodded, "Now I think about it, I feel familiar, because the melody she composed is the same as the melody of these few bars on the wall, it's very... strange, there is no rhythm, as if I have never learned Le Li's people messed it up."

Five tones, seven tones, and twelve tones.

Regardless of the East or the West, there is a very strict mathematical foundation behind the artistic sensibility of music, which has a very personal experience.Scales, major and minor keys, chord collocation, and mode conversion are the technical rationality engraved in the composer's mind.

She never thought that Tang Huang, who had received professional music training, would mess around like this.But the fact is that what Tang Huang wrote is exactly the same as the fragments on the wall.

"What's the relationship between them? Does the fragment on the wall overlap with Tang Huang's?" Jiang Jian asked.

Wen Sidai snapped her fingers, found the end of Tang Huang's last score, and zoomed in: "There is usually a termination line at the end of the score, that is, two vertical lines, one thin and one thick. Here, the part written by her has no end."

Jiang Jian carefully looked at the picture, then went back to watch the video.

At the end of the video, the camera zoomed out and included the entire wall in the frame, and he saw that there were two vertical lines, one thin and one thick, on the far right side of the bottom row of staves.

"So from a structural point of view, do you think those few bars on the wall are the end of her song?" Song Zhifan stretched his neck, and the two of them concentrated on discussing, and neither of them thought about showing him off. At a glance, "What does this have to do with our return to seven days ago?"

Winsted raised her head and tapped her fingers on the table: "That's the problem. There is a repetition mark at the beginning and end of this piece of music on the wall."

"Is that the colon next to the terminator?"

Jiang Jian, who was caught in the blind spot of music theory, glanced at Zhong Xun who was still asleep from the corner of his eye. If he was awake, he must understand Wen Sidai's content faster than himself.

"That's right, in the process of playing, when you reach the repetition mark on the right, you need to play one side from the repetition mark on the left, which is equivalent to playing the part in the middle repeatedly twice or twice."

Jiang Jian was stunned.

He counted: "Here are 7 bars in total!"

If it is said that the fine sand flows through all the notes in a complete measure, it is a day, then seven measures are exactly seven days.

"Isn't it incredible? Our chance to do it again seems to be given to us by Tang Huang."

Jiang Jian sighed: "It's probably Qin Han's masterpiece again."

"Don't put on a gloomy face." Wen Sidai comforted him, "According to what she wrote, it will only be repeated once, and you should be able to go back after the seventh day. Now the school thinks that the Fanyin system is under maintenance and ready to upgrade, Tang Huang and Lin Tang are still staying underground, what shall we do in the next few days? Should we call the police?"

"Wait first." Jiang Jian remembered the tragic ending of the last time, "We will contact you before we leave."

The situation in Dawn No. [-] Middle School has basically become completely clear.

Punishers and campus legends are almost all related to Lin Tang and Qin Han being Tang Huang, whether it is protection or revenge, but in the end it is like a drama where the living are moved by themselves.

At this time, the teachers and students of the school didn't know what was going on, and the control of Fanyin system was in his hands. Even if the punisher function was turned off, he could still control the situation.For Jiang Jian, finding Qin Han was the only thing worth studying in the remaining few days.

If Qin Han doesn't belong to this world, how can he find him?

Could it be that besides the rooftop, are there other places where he can be contacted?

"Did you take this from the infirmary?"

While thinking, Winsdai pointed to the medicine box on the table and asked him.

"Yes, because Xiao Song needs to change her medicine."

Wen Sidai opened the medicine box, rummaged through it and found the thermometer, went to the bed and pressed it on Zhong Xun's forehead: "It's 36.1 degrees, and he doesn't have a fever. Why can't he fall asleep."

Jiang Jian glanced at Zhong Xun, his breathing was very steady, and he didn't seem to have any problems.

He has not forgotten the experience of sharing the senses, bearing the exhaustion that drags people into the abyss like a chronic poison, how many days has he not had a good night's sleep?

"It must be too tired." He said softly.

There was a faint pain in his heart, and he was keenly aware of it.

What's going on, in the middle of the night, I was still feeling bored because I noticed Zhong Xun's distrust, and I didn't want to talk to him, but now seeing him like this, I can't hold back my temper.

In the afternoon, Wen Sidai volunteered to take care of Song Zhihui in the dormitory and help him change his medicine.However, Jiang Jian still decided to fulfill his obligations as a student and go to the classroom to attend classes.Now there is no need for system approval, and the head teacher is Wen Sidai, asking for leave for Zhong Xun is all a matter of one sentence.

After dinner and the long break before evening self-study, the atmosphere in the class is much more lively than before.

Jiang Jian put the tablet in the book and carefully studied the more detailed campus structure diagram in the Fanyin system. The serial connection of the circuit and the direction of each water pipe were almost imprinted in his mind.

He thought, if Qin Han did have a hiding place here, perhaps the unmarked spatial structure was the breakthrough.

However, he didn't find any problem until the bell rang for evening study.

He raised his head, only to find that many eyes were on him.

Without Zhong Xun by their side, the girls dare not easily meet that Qingjun's indifferent face.

Most of them only dare to whisper to the sisters around them.

There were one or two boys who dared to talk to Jiang Jian, their eyes were a little hot, but they didn't dare to stare at his clear eyes for a long time, and their ears turned red inexplicably while talking.

Jiang Jian imitated Zhong Xun's turn of the pen and listened to the words that she didn't understand.

After about five or six turns, the pen fell out of my hand.

He got up and was about to go out. Passing by the boy, he said seriously, "Do you have a fever? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

The sound of countless broken glass hearts did not reach his ears.

Jiang Jian walked out of the classroom with the tablet in her arms, and walked aimlessly, until she reached the entrance of the auditorium.

Jiang Jian looked up at the music scores on the entire wall, thoughtfully, turned on the tablet and called up Tang Huang's manuscript from Wen Sidai.

He looked at it for a while, then called Winsidel.

"I would like to ask, do you know the meaning of some handwritten letters on Tang Huang's music score?"

"Oh, you're welcome. Some of them are Italian abbreviations, such as DS and DC are two representations of repeated marks. Let me see... Wait, the middle pages of her manuscript are a bit like symphony scores, and some of them are musical instruments abbreviation of."

Jiang Jian raised his hand and looked at his fingertips.

The memory of his body a few days ago was awakened from the depths of his brain. He didn't even hang up the phone, and immediately ran to the piano room on the fifth floor!

The piano room on the fifth floor was still quiet.

Familiar with the infiltrating music sounds daunting.

Jiang Jian ignored the voice, and with the help of the system, summoned the disciplinary guard of the piano room without a password.

The punisher stood in front of him gently, and Jiang Jian manipulated the system to make him squat down slightly, and raised his hand to touch the punisher's neck, then his waist, and finally his legs and hands.

Finally, the bulge was found in a hidden place.

He cut the screen into two parts, the left and the right, and while changing the gatekeeper's punisher back into a door lock, he called up the layout of the punisher in Dawn No. [-] Middle School.

There is a vague guess in my heart.

Without hesitation, he immediately rushed to another place marked with Punisher, released it without anyone noticing, and carefully searched for the protrusion.

Until all the punishers have been checked one by one

"Are you listening? Are you okay?"

Winside's worried voice came from the receiver.

Seeing that Jiang Jian hadn't spoken, she could only hear the rubbing of clothes and the sound of running footsteps, so she couldn't help becoming nervous.

"I'm fine." Jiang Jian took a breath, calmed down and asked, "What does FI mean in symphony scores?"

"flute."

"Where's CB?"

"Double bass."

He asked them one by one again, which made Winsdai very confused.

"Listen to me, the punisher Zhong Xun and I met in the dormitory and the punisher in the piano room all had a bump on their bodies. I just realized that the raised touch is the Braille of the alphabet. There are abbreviations for these instruments."

Winsted took a breath: "This matches the score."

"Is the distribution of symphony orchestras fixed?"

"Yes, the string group will be relatively front, first violin, second violin and cello, then woodwind and brass instruments, and percussion instruments farther away from the conductor. Wait a minute, I sent you a Look at the distribution diagram."

In the semicircular orchestra pit, the instrumental groups are arranged in a matrix.

And everyone is facing the same direction.

"Commander." Jiang Jian opened the picture and pondered for a while.

He superimposed the layout diagram of the symphony on the campus plan of Dawn No. [-] Middle School, and slowly adjusted the direction according to the correspondence between the instruments represented by the raised abbreviations on the punisher and the distribution of the symphony orchestra.

The two pictures gradually fit together.

Jiang Jian held his breath until all the punishers landed in their respective positions.

The role of the conductor of the orchestra, which happens to be located in the library!

The heart beat twice.

Jiang Jian took out the rosin box with a complicated expression.

"Library! If Zhong Xun wakes up, tell him to find me there."

He said as he ran to the library.

Sheet music, distribution of instruments.

This kind of coincidence is by no means accidental. If there is a place where Qin Han hides, it is definitely not the position of "commander"!

"Well, Zhong Xun has been asleep for a whole day and hasn't woken up." Wensidei's voice hesitated, "And he called your name in sleep, no matter how you called him, he couldn't wake you up."

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Zhong·Sleeping Beauty·Xun: When will my wife come to kiss me QUQ

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DC mark: Italian dacapo, repeated from scratch.

DS mark: Italian dalsegno, repeated from the mark.