Push back a little bit of time.

In the Royal Albert Hall, the famous conductor Louis? Morality? Phenais was looking at the agent who was following him with annoyance.

"Go away! My practice every morning requires absolute concentration, you know? Absolute concentration! You stupid, stupid bastard dangling here, how am I going to concentrate? ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Conductor."

"You're so sorry! You're sorry! You know all day long that you're sorry! I want you to fuck off, understand? I don't care about you! You spy on me because I have a 'de' in my name, but my family has been immigrating from France for a hundred and forty years! If you want me to say, the most important thing you should be watching is your royal family, because your royal family is simply German! It is a German kind from Hanover! That's why your queen went to Germany, and now you're watching me and interfering with my practice! ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Conductor."

"Aren't you going to say anything else but that?"

"I'm ......"

"Enough!" Louis shook his head, focused on the sheet music in front of him, and began to hum the melody on the sheet music in a deep alto. In front of him, the huge orchestra pit was empty, and the orchestra that was supposed to practice today was obviously still on the way. In fact, there are fewer and fewer musicians who can attend lately, because musicians are also human beings, and the number of performances has plummeted, while prices are getting higher and higher, and musicians have to do other jobs to make ends meet.

Even conductors, who have always been sought after, have begun to take up side jobs. For example, Louie's old acquaintance went to a stall to buy some agricultural products from the nobles who admired him, and he could live a small life.

But Louis would not do the work of those rough people, and although some accused him of being a pan-humanist, Louis hated physical labor from the bottom of his heart. In his own words, he was a slender and elegant man who was not interested in anything but music in his life.

He is considered a pan-humanist simply because he likes Lin Youde's tunes and openly includes them in his performances. In his opinion, a tune is a tune, and when the vulgar and meaningless lyrics are removed, all that remains is pure musical beauty, but apparently others don't think so. So Louis was put on the big hat of panhumanism and was watched everywhere.

Instead, Louis took the basic pamphlet from the students who were speaking on the street and read it, and then he found that he agreed with most of Lin's views. In fact, there are not a few musicians who agree with Lin Youde's concept, after all, there is a tradition of yearning for change in the field of musicians, and this is a good start for the deaf musician.

Louie's problem was that he openly spoke out about his ideas about Lin Youde's ideas, and as a result, the good news took them out of context, so that the music he had put in the public performance became evidence that he agreed with panhumanism. It's just that because he is so famous and admired by a grand duke, even Churchill did not dare to touch him, but asked the secret police to keep an eye on Louis and try to seize evidence of his collusion with the pan-humanists.

Louis was alone in front of the empty orchestra pit, humming at the score, and making conducting movements from time to time, which seemed to be quite intoxicating, but at this moment the noise from the second floor of the concert hall disturbed him.

"What are you doing?" Louis shouted to the second floor, "Can't you be lighter!" I don't care what big guys are coming to the concert tonight, and now I'm practicing, be quiet when you lay out the damn decorations! ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Conductor."

"You guys!" Louis stomped his feet violently, and at this time he noticed that the spy next to him was snickering, so he became angry, threw the baton in his hand violently, and walked down the steps angrily, "Forget it, I won't practice anymore!" This morning's rehearsal is no longer available! It's what you do at night, and if the big people who come to the concert are not satisfied, you have to take the blame! ”

Louis pointed to the agent's nose: "You! You know? ”

At this time, a group of police officers in uniform from Scotland Yard broke into the hall, the policemen's expressions were stern and nervous, and the detective who led the team ordered haughtily: "You guys, go over there!" You guys, go backstage! ”

"What for!" Louis stepped forward with the detective, "What are you doing!" Isn't the damage done to my wonderful morning enough? I've had enough of a spy and a bunch of stupid workers, and now there's a bunch of cops eating rice! If I want you to disband, it will be enough for Holmes to deal with the criminals alone! ”

"Mr. Conductor, I ......"

"You're sorry, aren't you?" Louis crossed his hands on his hips and looked at the police officer who was a few heads taller than him. The scene is very eerie, the momentum of the short bald conductor completely overwhelms the tall and mighty Scotland detective, and this society has either great respect for art or class differences.

"Uh...... Yes, I'm sorry. However, we guarantee that the search will be completed before your musicians arrive. ”

"Search for what? You've taken all the sheet music from Lin Youde here! Tell me what else you want, and I'll give it to you myself!" ”

The detective looked embarrassed, and it seemed that he wanted to kill the bald man in front of him, but he didn't dare to do so.

"Actually," said the detective, "we're looking for a German pilot who has just parachuted, and we've received eyewitness reports that he's landed in the vicinity, so you can rest assured that the search isn't directed at you." ”

"Okay, rest assured, search it." Louis raised his hand and shook it, turned around and walked backstage, cursing as he went, "What about catching the German pilot?" You even the queen was captured by the Germans! I should go back to France, but the Royal Navy, which you have been blowing for 200 years, can't even sweep away the mines, and I can't go back! Eater! ”

The Scotland Yard detective and the MI agent looked at each other, and the latter said, "I wanted to beat him up a long time ago." ”

The detective pursed his lips and smiled at the agent.

The agent then followed Louis's pace.

Coming to the door of his room in the background, Louis turned back to the agent and said, "Stop, stand where you are, I don't want to see your face as soon as I open the door!" ”

The agent nodded, and stood obediently in place.

"Back off!" Louis made a chaser motion, and waited for the agent to take a few steps back before opening the door and entering his room with a reluctant expression of satisfaction.

After entering the room, Louis let out a sigh of relief, and then complained loudly: "Damn Winston Churchill, it's his stupid policy that makes everything like this!" ”

At this moment the door to the closet of his room suddenly opened, and a man in a Luftwaffe uniform came out and said to Louis in English with an American accent: "I am glad to hear you say that." ”

Louis was startled, and the whole person took a step back, leaning directly against the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry......"

As soon as he heard this, Louis glared at the pilot fiercely.

"I didn't mean to scare you......"

"Shhh Louis waved his hands desperately to silence the suddenly appearing pilot.

Then Louis turned, pulled the door open a crack, and glanced into the hallway. The agent had pulled a chair from nowhere and was leaning against the wall and napping.

"It's pretty quick to find a chair." Louis muttered and closed the door, turned back to the pilot in the room, and said, "You are crazy to come to me." I'm the one who's been targeted by those idiots, and you'll soon be found here. ”

"Don't worry, I'll leave right now, I won't bother you, although my parachute is hidden on the roof of this concert hall, you can pretend that it has nothing to do with you."

With that, the pilot walked towards the door, and Louis directly opened his arms to block the door.

"You don't understand English, do you? I was being watched, and there was an agent staring at me at the door, and although I didn't think that blatant stalking was a secret agent's job, he was indeed a secret agent. And now that the whole concert hall is full of police officers from Scotland Yard, if you go out like this, you'll be doomed in no time. You sit down for me! ”

"But ......"

"I told you to sit down!" Louis forced the pilot, who was much taller than himself, to the piano in the room and pressed him to the chair.

Then he opened his closet and began to rummage through clothes.

"I've somehow stigmatized them as pan-humanists," he said while looking for clothes, his mouth still babbling, "but I obviously haven't even read the works of pan-humanism, but I just let the orchestra play the music written by your leader!" Go on like this...... Found it, you try this one! ”

Five minutes later.

"To be honest, it's a bit small."

"Shut up!"

At this time, there was a voice from outside the door.

Louis hurried to the door, listening with his ear to the door.

"Report, only Mr. Command's room has not been searched."

"Okay, I'll do it myself." The detective's voice came through the door - it was a concert hall, but the soundproofing of the house was unflattering.

Louis hurried back from the door, pushed the changed pilot to the piano, and tucked all the uniforms under the bed. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Louis answered the door and went to the side of the pilot, and shouted, "You shit! The gestures are not right, so how can you play the piano like this? ”

Just then, the detective from Scotland Yard opened the door and came in.

Louis turned his head to glare at the detective and roared, "Why are you again!" You disturbed my morning exercises, and now you still don't let me teach students? ”

"I'm ......"

"Enough! Don't you just want to search! Come and see! Under the table! Do you have? Louis pulled the detective to the table and pointed down, then to the window, "Behind the curtains!" Do you have? ”

"Toilet! Do you have? ”

Finally, he pulled the detective to the front of the wardrobe and opened the wardrobe: "Is there anything in the closet?" ”

He suddenly saw a parachute hidden in the corner of the closet, hurriedly closed the door, and looked back at the detective.

But the detective didn't seem to see the parachute in the corner.

"Okay okay, I've seen it, no. I'm sorry to bother you. With that, the detective bowed, turned and left the room. When the door closed, Louis let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

**

Outside the door, the detective frowned and said to the spy who was napping by the wall, "Does he have any students?" ”

"But it's a lot, he taught people to play the piano and harp, and he got a lot of benefits." The agent said disapprerovingly, apparently not realizing why the detective was asking this question.