The Sword Fence Underground Palace, in the Great Library.

Most of the time has passed, but Ye Qingxuan in front of the bookshelf still hasn't found anything. Or rather, no clues were found!

On the shelves, he had almost all the records and archives related to the Royal Academy of Music. The heavy archives were almost piled up around him.

"Summary of the Faculty Files of the Royal Academy of Music", the curriculum arrangements of each department of the Royal Academy of Music, the records of the school's anniversaries over the years, the collection of school announcements, the list of teachers of each department, the group photos in the annual large-scale celebrations, the interviews of the colleges in various newspapers, and the salary allowance of the teachers of the various schools every year......

This includes classrooms, dormitories, and a list of all courses over the years......

One morning plus half an afternoon, Ye Qingxuan's whole department!

Now he has a more comprehensive understanding of the four major branches and sixteen departments of the college.

However, there is no use for eggs.

I wanted to find it, but I didn't find any of it, and I shouldn't have found it, but I accidentally looked at it. In order to find a little clue, he even pinched his nose and flipped through the autobiography of the dead fat man Sidney!

In the end, he got nothing but a belly full of the affairs of the dead fat man's youth (most of which were made up).

Yueyin, Ye Lanzhou, and Ye Qingxuan's fathers......

It's like it never existed.

He is from the records of this world, from the memories of all...... Gone without a trace.

If it weren't for Ye Qingxuan still remembering him, he would have been completely forgotten, right?

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After flipping through the book, Ye Qingxuan's whole person was desperate. Lying on that pile of books, in a gray state.

In all the school records, there is no shadow of an Oriental! let alone an Oriental who has served as a vice principal......

Hermes wasn't lying to himself, was he?

But this guy has a bad personality and never seems to like to deceive people.

What's going on? Did someone erase all the records?

"I can't even keep a list of lecturers on the class schedule!"

Ye Qingxuan angrily slammed his fist on the ground and pointed his middle finger at the sky: "Do you want to wipe the sign-in record with a hundred!"

There was silence, and of course no one responded.

But Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

He suddenly bounced up from the ground, as if he had finally realized: "That's right, the check-in record...... In addition to the roll call of the students, there will also be a teacher's signature record in every public class! Otherwise, there is no way to even count the performance allowance!"

And best of all, this almost scrap paper-like thing, which is also part of the handouts, is regularly collected in the big library!

"Sign-in book! sign-in book!"

Ye Qingxuan muttered as if he was crazy, looking for them on the bookshelves one by one.

But after a long time, he found nothing - he couldn't find where the sign-in book was.

For hundreds of years, the Royal Academy of Music has had at least 100,000 classes, and if the sign-in books for every class were to be kept, even ten warehouses would not be enough.

Besides, even if it did, I wouldn't find it in the vast amount of information, right?

He sighed in frustration and couldn't help but want to bang his head against the bookshelf, but his eyes lit up when he saw the surging darkness in the distance.

I don't know, but ...... They know!

Now that he knows where the Academy's archives are, then the 'little things' that are kept in the library are absolutely clear to Dominic.

"Hey, anyone?"

Ye Qingxuan looked around and raised his hand: "Does anyone know where the course sign-in book of the Royal Academy of Music was nineteen years ago?"

“......”

The darkness was surging, and there was silence, like a group of indifferent people watching him, unresponsive.

"Do me a favor! I know you're listening!"

Ye Qingxuan's expression was still full of enthusiasm: "Don't be like this, how about we discuss?"

Darkness and silence.

"Hey, if there's anything I can do to help you, I'm going to help!"

Ye Qingxuan raised his voice: "Why don't you think about it!Friend, I'm still a chief student...... Do you want to discuss going down today? People just want to help each other! There is an old saying in the East, "Everyone is for me, and I am for everyone." Why don't you show me the way?"

For a long time, for a long time, and for a long time.

"Marbles. ”

Ye Qingxuan heard a weak voice coming from behind, like a little girl.

"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan looked back in astonishment, there was nothing behind him.

It was as if it had never spoken, and the voice rang out again.

In the darkness, a faint palm made of dust stretched out. Its three fingers held a round and smooth bone bead and shook it in front of Ye Qingxuan:

"- Marbles, I want. ”

Ye Qingxuan was overjoyed: "Okay, okay! I'll help you find a lot of marbles back after I go out! But the bones are a bit hard to find, and the glass ones are okay? What color do you like? Red, white, or green?"

The darkness swelled, and the sound of small pieces sounded, like some kind of beast communicating with each other, and after a long time, the palm of the dust raised two fingers:

"A hundred, every kind. ”

Ye Qingxuan didn't care about complaining that they didn't know how to count, and hurriedly nodded: "Okay!

The small screams in the darkness sounded again, and finally, the dust hand slowly raised and aimed at Ye Qingxuan: "You promise?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, raised his palm, and high-fived it: "I promise." ”

There was no sound when he high-fived, and of course, the palm where the dust gathered collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

And then, bang!

Ye Qingxuan's floor suddenly cracked and collapsed, and a large hole appeared.

Only a stunned scream was heard, and the boy who had been standing here disappeared without a trace.

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With a moment's scream, Ye Qingxuan fell into the darkness.

Soon, with a bang, he fell on a large pile of things, splashing a cloud of dust that filled the air, and the choking man could barely breathe.

A light from nowhere illuminates the dark underground.

Ye Qingxuan struggled to get up from the pile of books, looked back left and right in astonishment, and found that he seemed to have come to a garbage dump.

In the vast underground plaza, stacks and stacks of texts are piled up. Those worn-out records had been left here for many years, and no one cared about them, and in the silence, a large hole suddenly appeared in the corner of the wall.

A messy pile of notebooks was dumped like garbage and fell to the ground. Invisible power emerged from the dust, and the palms composed of those dust quickly sorted out the fallen books, and before they could fall to the ground, they had already been neatly arranged and piled up into blocks.

As if viewed from above, these useless waste papers and records are deliberately organized together by some force, like building blocks in the hands of a urchin, and they are piled up to form the appearance of castles, towers, walls, bunkers, and squares......

And Ye Qingxuan fell into the 'pool' in the center of this 'castle', splashing a large pile of flying dust and white paper.

In the countless dusty flights, a small figure emerged from the dust, glanced down at Ye Qingxuan, and threw a thick notebook into his arms.

Then, dissipate without a trace.

A faint and ethereal voice came from the air:

"Remember marbles. ”

"Thank you!

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand into the darkness, and couldn't wait to climb out of the 'swimming pool', and opened the thick booklet as if he had found a treasure.

On his wrist, the tiny bell vibrated and made a reminder sound.

-- It's over today, and he's running out of time.

He didn't care, he seized the time to flip through the book: "Oriental Music Theory Appreciation, Oriental Music Theory Appreciation, Oriental Music Theory Appreciation ......"

Eventually, the rattling of the pages suddenly stopped, and there was silence.

In silence, Ye Qingxuan quietly stared at the blank row of forms, as well as the lonely name in the upper left corner. His expression changed, like sadness, like joy.

The dust flying in the sky fell silently, staining his gray hair and falling into the corners of his eyes. Maybe it was because he lost his mind, and in this faint sting, tears suddenly flowed out.

They slid down their cheeks and landed on the register, gradually wetting the ink and staining the name of the pen-walking dragon snake.

"Found it. ”

Ye Qingxuan clenched the roll call book and whispered, "Father, I found you." ”

After a lapse of five years, he finally proved that the person did not leave mysteriously, but once lived in this world, and left some faint traces.

Even if it was just that, it was enough to fill him with gratitude and bring tears to his eyes.

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In the register, the water is still smeared.

In the water trails, the name written in thick ink has blurred into a ball.

But in the blur of tears, they seemed to wake up, with life, growing rapidly on the page, and conjuring up jumping notes.

Ye Qingxuan looked down in astonishment and saw the ink that was gradually emerging on it.

It was the handwriting that a certain person once dipped in thick ink, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote it with three points of drunkenness and three points of ridicule.

[After chatting with the old ghost yesterday, I occasionally learned from Western music theory, so I composed a song. Stay here and wait for a fate. 】

The flying notes covered almost the entire paper industry, dancing like a dragon and snake, and reflected in the eyes of the young man.

Immediately afterward, the entire paper emitted a quiet glow like a bright moon.

The light flowed out of the pages like a spring. Countless notes brewed in the light, condensed and formed, and with that winding and flowing moonlight, it poured into Ye Qingxuan's seven orifices.

In an instant, a hallucinatory rhythm sounded from the brain, occupying the soul!

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In an instant, a high-pitched song sounded.

Ye Qingxuan was pulled into a hazy illusion, and couldn't help but immerse himself in this sudden music.

It was the sound of a piano score, but the melody was not tactful, nor did it have any classical music, but it was full of sharpness and mania!

It's like a child beating the piano, full of casualness and madness. The sound of the piano carries the sharp smell of broken iron, friction of copper plates, and broken glass.

A large number of tritones alternate and bring about a turbulent soul shock - an extremely unstable interval that is hated and rejected by orthodox musicians because it is loved by the evil gods. But now it's heavily referenced in the melody, seamless articulation!

The rhythm is like the roar of Shura, the wailing of evil spirits, which makes people's hearts involuntarily depressed, painful, and sad, and in the end, the whole world seems to turn into darkness in an instant, and there is no more brilliance.

Ye Qingxuan's body twitched, and he hugged his head in severe pain.

Because in the dizziness of the world, it was as if a brush dipped in thick ink was writing on his brain, and the pen was resolute and resolute, and the notes and melodies were deeply engraved into his mind.

It also made him memorize the name of the sheet music to death.

- "Black Friday"

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In the middle of the night, when the boy 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 he was checking the early information, and put them back to their original places one by one, carefully and carefully.

As they were organized, the books that filled the floor returned to the shelves one by one.

At the end, when they picked up the "College Teacher's File" to sort it out, a resume file that had been ignored by the teenager floated out of the page and fell to the ground.

On that file, sent by the military department, there were several lines of dense handwriting. At the top, there is a portrait of an old man, his expression is wooden and dazed, and his white hair is a little curly.

【Abraham Wilson】

Forbidden musician, resonance level.

Recipient of the Order of the Royal Rose (later deprived), Honorary Citizen of the Reich (later deprived). Former commander of the dragoon troops.

Due to the major mistakes and sins committed in the mission, the court has handed down the sentence of 'life imprisonment'. Pardon was granted by Her Majesty the Empress under the guarantee of Earl Maxwell. He is now allowed to operate at the Royal Academy of Music as a teacher in the Department of Music History Studies at the Royal Academy of Music.

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 any swords or crossbows to be touched, and it is strictly forbidden for him to hold any iron weapons.

Do not make any aggression or threats against him, so as not to cause him to overreact! Anyone who comes into contact with him should be strictly recorded.

Any attempt to remove the prosthesis should be stopped promptly. If the person has any overreactions, they are to be immediately locked up in a confinement cell. At the same time, at least three or more musicians must apply an aether seal to it.

Do not allow him to leave within a three-kilometre radius of the Royal Academy of Music, and if he has any tendency to escape, he is to be shot on the spot.

He is not allowed to inquire about any of his positions and assignments in the military. Also, don't bring up anything about 'Gaius' in front of him.

The military department will not be liable for any losses caused by the failure of the school to comply with this warning.

Above!