Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Gesture passwords are generally positioned with 3*3 nine points.But when Zhong Xun tapped the touch panel just now, there was no similar point on the screen. Jiang Jian stood in front of the punisher with folded arms, and followed the thoughts in his heart to press a spot on the screen.

A piece of the world map used as the background of the screen lightened slightly.

What lights up is not mountains, not rivers, but irregular closed patterns, and the bright light outlines the outline faintly.Other locations on the map are all bleak.

"Russia." Jiang Jian put her fingertips on St. Petersburg and analyzed, "It should correspond to the composer's nationality."

"Don't look at me, it's all up to you." Zhong Xun touched the tip of his nose, "I was forced to learn the violin by my parents before, and I only remember famous songs. I don't know where they are from."

Jiang Jian glanced at it from the corner of his eye. When he heard it just now, his fingers were indeed faintly changing with the melody, as if there was no physical performance, silently changing fingering and position.

This is probably body memory, he thought.

Jiang Jian recalled the order in which Zhong Xun listened to the sound and recognized the music, and slid to Austria on the screen. A country map the size of a fingernail was lit up, and where his fingertips slid across, left a white, blue, and red striped pattern. track.

Afterwards, he moved from Austria to Sibelius's Finland, and his fingertip traces changed into red, white and red stripes.

It was followed by Bach in Germany and Debussy in France.

Although the European map is crowded, Jiang Jian does not have any confusion, and slides from one place to another meticulously. Every time he lights up a map, the subsequent gesture trajectory will change into the color of the national flag of that country.Finally, I stopped in Italy like a boot.

On the yellow and green topographic map, there are bright white lights and gorgeous tracks, and the entire touch screen looks like ghostly symbols.The moment Jiang Jian withdrew his hand, the punisher's mechanical head withdrew from Song Zhihui, made a buzzing sound, and adjusted its position.

"The gesture password has been entered, and it is being recognized——"

"The identification is complete, the password is correct, and the door has been opened."

"Please reset your gesture passcode before leaving."

After the three intermittent mechanical tones were broadcast, the punisher stepped aside and let Jiang Jian and the others enter.Wen Sidai put Song Zhihui back on the ground, and rubbed his sore arms.

After the four of them walked into the locked piano room, the Punisher creaked back into the door lock, firmly attached to the surface of the piano room door like a hidden patron saint, as if he had never appeared before.

Jiang Jian walked in, and Zhong Xun followed behind and patted on the light.

Song Zhifan leaned against the wall helplessly, unable to complain: "You two don't feel that we are secretly violating school rules and disciplines, do you?"

It's good to hide people's eyes and ears.

Jiang Jian pointed to the Punisher who returned to the lock form behind him, "Except for it, no other Punisher was triggered along the way. Teachers and students were scared away by its music, and various rumors spread, but there was no school to strengthen management. What do you think is the reason? Could it be that it has evolved into today's Fanyin system, and its tentacles can't control it here?"

Song Zhihui tilted his head and thought for a while, then opened his eyes wide: "So... There are people who don't want anyone to come near here!"

Simple white lights illuminate the small piano room.The walls are made of warm-colored sound-proof materials, and the wooden floors are laid out seamlessly.A chair and music stand stand in the center.There is a locked low cabinet in the corner near the door, and a small table and chair in the corner near the window sill, with a few music theory books and etudes stacked on it, and a few scattered on the table. Paper.

"It's so clean, and there are punishers guarding the door." Wensidei walked around the piano room, "Is there anything valuable here? It's worth such a big fight?"

Jiang Jian went to the window, picked up a piece of paper from the table, and saw that there was a form on it, and the name of the track was filled in the form.

In the lower right corner is a picture of a candy.

"These tracks are the same as those in the password." He looked at Zhong Xun in the corner, who had his back to him, squatting in front of a low cabinet in the corner, not knowing what he was doing, "It was someone who wanted to participate in the world class competition three years ago. Candidates for the Violin Competition."

It was three years ago again...

Wensidei frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly a light flashed.

"Ah!" Winsted patted her head and straightened up, "The surveillance video that was cut off in the middle was from three years ago."

Song Zhihui's little head also turned: "That girl who looks like Lin Tang, could it be Tangtang?"

The two felt that they should have touched some ideas, but they didn't expect that Zhong Xun and Jiang Jian didn't respond. The two were in the corner of the diagonal line of the room, one was squatting in front of a low cabinet, the other was sitting in front of a small table and chair, turning over the pages intently. try to find.

"Do you think he didn't think of it?" Zhong Xun snorted from a distance. He already knew that Jiang Jian had already thought of this possibility. "Conjectures without a chain of evidence are not worth mentioning by him."

Jiang Jian opened the drawer and said, "So we need to find Tangtang's personal information to be sure."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "click", turned his head slowly, and saw Zhong Xun, the master lockpicker, take out a black piano case from the low cabinet.

"Or Siqin?" There was some surprise in Zhong Xun's voice.

Song Zhifan was at a loss: "What is that?"

Winsted put her arms around her chest and said softly: "The 17th-century violin maker Stravadiri's violin. There are not many handed down. A real violin is conservatively estimated at two to three million US dollars."

Song Zhihui: "What the hell?"

Zhong Xun glanced at Wensidei.

"However, there are many imitations. Even if you have an authentication certificate, you can't believe it all." Wen Sidai looked at Zhong Xun, "What if it is real? Why don't you try it?"

I saw Zhong Xun open the violin case with ease, picked up the violin in it properly, checked it from front to back, from side to side, gently held the neck of the violin, turned his elbow, and slowly placed the violin on his collarbone.

The violin fit perfectly against his collarbone, his head turned slightly, and his chin rested on the chin rest.

With the other hand, he took out the bow from the piano case, and within a breath, he put the bow on the strings smoothly.

The room maintains the appearance of someone practicing, and everything is placed very comfortably.After Zhong Xun simply tuned the music, he stood still in front of the music stand, his eyes fell on the handwritten music score above, and he performed sight-reading note by note.

"The qin is a good qin, and the tone is good, but I'm afraid it's still far from Siqin." Zhong Xun shook his head.

"That... I don't quite understand, why is it so ugly?" Song Zhi scratched his head.

"It's the music that doesn't sound good. I wrote it myself? There's no rhythm at all." Wensidei took two steps forward. After thinking for a while, she pointed to the score and said to Zhong Xun, "Can I trouble you?" Play these few bars?"

Zhong Xun ignored her, and Wensidei froze for a moment.

Song Zhihui rolled his eyes to the sky, turned to Jiang Jian and said, "Brother Jian, let him pull it."

Just kidding, apart from him, brother Jian, who in this room would dare to order Zhong Xun?Who can command Zhong Xun.

The three of them studied the manuscript of the score, while Jiang Jian found a practice log.He flipped through the pages one by one, trying to find clues about Tangtang in the delicate handwriting.

Hearing Song Zhihui's voice, he didn't turn his head, and said plainly: "He doesn't want to do it, don't force him."

Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows, his long and narrow eyes shone slightly.

"I found the evidence." Jiang Jian took out a Polaroid photo from the end of the practice log, held it up and waved it, "Want to see it?"

"You pull it yourself." Zhong Xun stuffed the qin and bow into Wensidei's hands, and strode behind Jiang Jian.

"...I'm learning the piano." Wensidei turned around in embarrassment, carefully put the piano and bow back into the piano case, and hummed softly the part that she wanted Zhong Xun to play for confirmation, "It's strange, how could it be?" An inexplicable sense of familiarity?"

The Polaroid photos let them see Tangtang more clearly.

It is true that Lin Tang looks very similar, but he is more agile than Lin Tang.In the photo, she should have just won a violin competition, holding a bouquet and a trophy and smiling like a flower, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth are clearly visible.

The practice diary started after she entered Shuguang No. [-] Middle School. It records her practice repertoires, teacher's pointers and comments every week. The last column often writes down her recent state and mood, and her new thoughts on each repertoire. processing and perception.

She decorates each page with colored pens, and different colors represent different moods.

It is not so much a diary for recording practice, but rather it is her exclusive handbook.

For a long time, pink and tender colors appeared.She seems to have met someone who can share all the joys, sorrows and joys, and the ups and downs in the diary are replaced by love bubbles and smiling faces of the sun.

The man gave her a new violin and its case.

They chatted together and traveled in the world of music.

But suddenly one day, the color disappeared.

The recorded mood became one after another "×", and the person who wrote the pen vigorously drew one line after another, hoping that he could have Ma Liang's magic pen, draw the straw that can save lives, and want to draw from the dark and depressing lines Make room to breathe.

The staff is where she escapes.

She no longer recorded the practice history of famous teachers and masters, but began to create for herself in those blank places.

On the last page, which ends abruptly, there is no score, no disjointed lines.

Only two words: save me.

"Is someone... saving her?" Jiang Jian was talking to herself, but she was still asking Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun's thumb slid across the surface of the Polaroid lightly: "You should remember what Lao Huang said on the rooftop."

"Remember." Jiang Jian closed the diary and got up, "He heard that Lin Tang's sister jumped from there."

So, the answer is -

No.

Just when the two fell silent, Song Zhihui suddenly called out, and Wensidei, who was putting the piano case in the low cabinet, was taken aback. A thin layer of sullenness appeared on her good-tempered face, but it disappeared quickly.

"Why are you barking?" She suppressed her temper and asked angrily.

Song Zhihui snatched the piano box from her hand, ran to Jiang Jian with his arms in his arms, put it on the table, pointed to the zipper of the piano box, and said with a serious expression, "This pattern is the logo of Yunhan Technology."

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The existence of Yunhan Technology, you need to jump to the previous copy_(:з」∠)_