[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

The photo is not clear, only the deck and the dark sea surface can be seen, but the clouds in the sky cannot be photographed, but Will can easily distinguish Muke's figure and appearance, his face has hardly changed from now In the 30s, men's suits were made very loose, without the tailor's thoughtful waist design, but Mu Ke looked thinner.

Will's fingers stroked the familiar face in the photo, and he saw another Asian male with long hair standing next to Muke.Muke didn't smile, but he wasn't serious either. Will could only use the word Clutton used to describe him as indifferent, but the long-haired man was smiling. "who is he?"

"Yan Qing, sometimes for convenience, he asked us to call him Nigel. He said he was the elder of Blanche's family."

"What do these represent?"

Clutton's tone was helpless, but he was also somewhat nostalgic. He was more surprised than Will when he found out that this was the case, "I never asked him what it was? But at least he's not human, he can also use magic."

Magic... not humans... Under the strong shock, Will felt a kind of peace instead.This answered many of his questions and concerns.

Perhaps this can explain why the FBI has not found the murder weapon used to hang everyone.

"Are there really demons in the world?"

What exactly did the hangman kill?Is he killing for fun, or for killing evil.

"I don't know, maybe."

"Has he been on the Virginia?"

"Yes. Occasionally he and Nigel will disembark for a while when the ship is docked, but the next time the Virginia goes to this port, they will return to the ship. Nigel sometimes leaves alone for a while, but Bu Lankey spent most of his time on the ship and was friends with 1900, the pianist in the ship's band. It was on the ship that he learned the viola."

"But he has lived in the United States for decades, when did he get off the ship?"

"I don't know very well. I left this ship in 47, and he was still there at that time. Later, I heard that the Virginia was no longer usable and was blown up by a recycling company. How is he now?"

Will pursed his lips, put the photo back, but picked up the entire album, "Gone. I don't know where he is, but I want to find him. Can I see it?"

"Please, the photos here are all taken on the Virginia. He saved me back then. When I got off the ship, I asked him for a lot of photos as souvenirs."

Will started from the first page of the album, which was a single photo of Clutton Wilson. He turned to the second page and there was a photo of Mu Ke in formal clothes, which was a common half-length photo of that period. The pair of abyss-black eyes did not show their brilliance under the lens of the black-and-white camera, just like a ball of carbon ink carefully painted in the beautiful eyes.

The photos in the back include group photos, single photos, and photos of the crew or other musicians.Will found that Muke hardly smiled in these photos, and rarely looked at the camera. He probably didn't like taking pictures-he never took pictures by himself now.These are more like pictures taken by someone with a video camera when he wasn't looking.

Mu Ke stood on the deck and looked at the morning glow or sunset blurred into a circle of light in the photos, playing the viola indoors, the first-class dinner, and couldn’t find any photos of Mu Ke going down to dance...

The brilliance of the setting sun sprinkled the entire desk through the window of Clutton's study, and of course it also fell on the photo in Will's hand, which added a layer of sunset yellow to the photo that was originally composed of black, white and gray.

The dust flying in the air makes time stand still.The people in the photo came alive, and Will could almost imagine Muke's expression as he turned his head after hearing the sound of the camera, although his expression might not have changed at all.

"Most of the single-person photos in it were taken by Nigel, and he was the only one who was rich enough to waste film at will. At that time, film and video cameras were not cheap, at least I couldn't afford it with my salary at that time," Clutton said .

is not that right?The FBI paid him more than the department head.Will's thoughts gradually calmed down, but he didn't stop thinking. Muke's early life seemed to be pretty good, without the childhood shadow that Will worried about in the past, he was just very quiet.

After flipping through the entire photo album, Will hesitated and said, "Can I take one with me?"

"Okay, which one do you want?"

Will quickly turned to a single photo of Mu Ke,

In the photo, Mu Ke is changing the strings of his viola with his head down. Although the expression on his face does not show joy at this time, it is serious, which dilutes the indifference of the year.

The camera is so close to his face that he can see the hair hanging down his forehead, which makes him look softer and more like him now.

"Which port did the Virginia usually call at?"

"Where do you want to go? Usually dock in New York, but now it is estimated that even the scrap metal of the Virginia will not be left." Clutton pointed his finger, feeling a little strange but understandably lost, "It's up to you Well, I still have a record left over from that year. His record was destroyed in 1900, but Nigel gave me a copy of the record he recorded for Blanche."

Clutton was inconvenient to move in a wheelchair. Will followed his instructions and found a record on the top shelf of the bookshelf. He put the record into the gramophone, his movements were a little rusty.

"You've heard this song by him. Although the recording effect isn't very good, it's different from Blanche's current style, isn't it?"

It's "Moonlight," and the subdued sound of the viola makes Will close his eyes.Yes, it's not the same as the one Mukla played, and it's not the same as his Serenade.

Will heard the faint sound of the waves lapping against each other over the crackle of old records that appeared every few seconds.Mu Ke recorded this piece on the boat at night, only him and Yan Qing were on the deck.The sea breeze is salty, cool but not soft, like the sound of a piano.There is no moon in the sky, and there are no heavy clouds that can only be seen clearly when illuminated by the moon. The stars are twinkling.Everything is mixed with the sound of the piano, so naturally lonely.

The lights came on, the banquet in the first-class cabin was mixed, clinking glasses, the lady's chuckle, the piano sound suddenly accelerated, the golden liquid in the wine glass on the table swayed, and Will suddenly saw Mu Ke in a suit sitting at the table.

The next moment, the morning glow from the round window fell on Mu Ke's face again, and then the storm hit, with lightning and thunder, and the waves rushed to the deck, everything was painted pale, and only his back was seen under the eaves.

When the angle of view falls into the bottom of the sea, the water flow is invisible like air, but the sea surface above the head is filled with diamond-shaped ripples.The waves are churning, the sound is muffled in the ears, and the sound of the piano is intermittent.

The golden light exploded, and the black mist covered the entire picture with a whistling wind. The black mist was rolled away with the sound of the whistling wind, as if the thick clouds suppressing the sky were dispersed, and Mu Ke appeared in the picture again. There was no background picture, but his wrist On the ground, the scar that Will had seen was bleeding continuously.

He looked like a trapped animal, even if he didn't roar, the rough breathing made people feel a bloody smell stained with yellow sand. He suddenly opened his dark eyes and stared in the direction of his gaze.

The violin stopped abruptly.

Will woke up from the dream, almost sitting up with his arms propped up.

Panting heavily, he wiped Han Jinjin's forehead, staring at the quiet furnishings of the hotel room in the dark.

He turned on the air conditioner, closed the windows, and the drawn curtains were as still as the air in the room.Will touched the remote control panel to turn down the temperature, and the sound of beeps made him feel like he was back in the real world.

Will washed off his sweat with the shower with unstable water pressure in the hotel. It was hot and the unstable water pressure was a bit annoying, but it was not unacceptable.

Sleepy from the heat, Will hung his washed shorts to dry in the bathroom—he had gone straight to New York after leaving the Cluttons, taking no extra clothes.

But after walking out, the cold wind from the air conditioner woke him up, and the drowsiness disappeared. Will went to the window, opened a curtain, and looked at the wide Hudson River outside the window.

But his thoughts were not on the river.

As Clutton said, New York's busy port will not leave a trace of a hulk from the last century, and Will will never find the Virginia.But he walked past those old shops that hadn’t moved away—Muke might have seen these musical instrument shops, suit shops, and watch shops back then...

Some images crashed into Will's mind, probably because of his rich imagination, in short, these images appeared in front of his eyes and in his dreams.

Mu Ke, who was walking slowly in the alleys of New York with another person, stood on the side of the boat and watched the husband and wife, mother, child, sister and brother say goodbye on the pier, was dragged to the third-class cabin by that person to listen to stories, sat in the banquet hall and dozed off to dance music ...

It seems that this land is telling about Muke's past. Those pictures and clips are fast and blurry, but they are also full of smells and sounds, almost pulling Will into it.

Sometimes there will be things that Will has seen interspersed in it, he and Muke at night, holding Leah's two people, watching Will fishing by the stream...

But Mu Ke is not here now.Will turned and went back to the bed. It was time for him to go back to Wolf Trap, even if the dreams were still haunting him.

Mu Ke didn't know that he went to New York, and Will was afraid that Mu Ke wanted to find him but couldn't find him.

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"I said, 'Dad, let's go.' He looked out of the car and said, 'I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here, don't move around.'..." An old man with white hair stood on the whiteboard Qian held a book and read it slowly in very standard Mandarin.

"Old Wang!"

"What's the problem, tell me?" The old man called Mr. Wang stopped and pointed at a young man who raised his hand to ask a question.

"We dryads wouldn't say 'you stay here and don't move around', which doesn't match the objective situation."

"Is he a tree demon over there? He wants to eat oranges." Mr. Wang said this in a calm manner, but he was excited only from his Beijing accent.

Old Wang was originally an old tortoise, who was raised in the capital and was imbued with spiritual energy. The family who lived in the courtyard was a scholarly family, and Old Wang was considered highly educated among the young monsters who were willing to be teachers—in Xiu’an Department, the real The old immortals prefer to show their youthful appearance.

Just in time for the demolition, Pharaoh had nowhere to go, so he simply went to the Xiu'an Department to seek a job.In the North American branch, while teaching monsters or monks who have not entered the WTO or have been in seclusion for a long time and do not know how to integrate into human society, they also learn English by themselves.

"Heh, the ratio of men and women in our fox demons is still equal, you see what they wrote." A male fox said.

"Speak as you speak, roll your tongue clearly nl." Elder Wang said slowly.

"Humans like dragons and phoenixes to bring good fortune," said a peacock spirit. "It's as good as dragons and yangs. I haven't discovered it yet."

"Quiet!"

The spirits booed all of a sudden, shrinking their necks, not daring to look at the source of the sound. It was an old crocodile spirit, whose mana was as advanced as his age, but was still brought into the branch classroom by the adults of the Xiu'an Department attend lectures.

All the spirits thought he was annoyed by them arguing in class, so they didn't say a word.

"I haven't said that those people always like to chop my disciples and grandchildren as dragons every day."

All the spirits nodded in agreement, while maintaining the silence in the classroom.Elder Wang felt relieved.

Mu Ke sat in the last row, propping his head with his hands, his expression condensed.The handouts on the table were clean, and he didn't listen to a word.

The noise in the classroom made him feel a headache and he pressed his furrowed eyebrows. He didn't want to stay in this place and wait for someone to buy oranges for him. He preferred to do it himself.

The next moment, he teleported out of the classroom.

The classroom was silent for two seconds, and then the pot exploded again.

"Didn't you say teleportation is not allowed in the Xiu'an Department?"

"It's not impossible, there is a restriction, and there is no way to teleport."

"Then that boss just now?!"

The siren sounded that the restriction was broken.Zhao Hanzang's hand trembled while he was signing.Looking at the crooked writing on the paper, he sighed.