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 Fan Ning finally understood at this moment.
 Why can’t people in this world come up with anything useful even if they try hard to think of it? They just think it’s good music material.
 Including Professor Anton, and also his original owner before time travel.
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 Just like pop songs, only if you have listened to the song many times, you can immediately recognize it even if you don't listen to the melody, as long as a few chords are played in the intro.
 Their previous research method was indeed to regard them as musical materials, partially intercepting, disassembling, splicing and combining them to facilitate their own creation.
 But as the professor said in his diary, these sound sequences are mixed with another part of "mysterious chords", and the color effect may be a bit weird.
 He still remembered the teacher’s previous advice:
 "This mysterious chord must not be played casually. If you want to try out how it sounds, you must mix it with a large number of other materials, or do not step on the sustain pedal to prevent the sounds from resonating together."
 For example, Fan Ning read out one of the groups: C, F sharp, B, E an octave higher, A an octave higher, D an octave higher...
 The tones in this chord are mostly stacked in pure fourths, augmented fourths, etc., which is completely different from the third structure of conventional chords.
 Fan Ning can probably imagine the sound effect: the colors are cold, empty, and a little weird.
 Even Professor Anton, who has never heard these classical music works, can still find their strangeness, but he just can't figure out why, so he studies hard.
 As for Fan Ning, this will not disturb him even more.
 He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall, and thought.
 "Beethoven's "Tempest Sonata"?...Chopin's "Etude on the Black Keys"?...Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony"?..."
 Fan Ning repeatedly tried to figure out the names of these 11 works in his mind, as well as his auditory memory, but he never found any special meaning.
 "Da da da da da da" the sound of the carriage continued to sound.
 When he opened his eyes again, Fan Ning looked at the dense notes and finally caught something!
 These 11 tone series fragments are all recorded in the simplest key, that is, C major or A minor, which are all white keys on the piano.
 But the 11 works hidden behind them must have different tones!
 It is equivalent to when they were recorded as sound series fragments, they were all moved to the simplest key!
 Similar to when singing in KTV, the original song is raised or lowered in key, and all become the same key.
 Why?
 Deliberately erasing the tonal differences between them?
 Tonality…
 Fan Ning's eyes flashed, he took out a small notebook from his inner pocket and unscrewed the pen cap.
 He wrote it again.
 The first one: Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 17 "The Tempest"" in D minor.
 Second piece: Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 21 "Dawn" in C major.
 The third piece: Bach's "Goldberg Variations" in G major.
 The fourth piece: Schubert's "Piano Sonata No. 21" in B flat major.
 Piece 5: Mozart's "Clarinet Concerto" in A major
 Sixth: Liszt "Sonata in B minor", B minor
 Piece 7: Shostakovich's "Symphony No. 9" in E flat major
 Piece 8: Chopin's "Etude on the Black Keys" in G flat major
 Sheet 9: Mendel's Song "Violin Concerto", E minor
 Picture 10: Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony", F minor
 Piece 11: Chopin's "Polonaise in A flat major", in A flat major
 "I understand."
 There are only 12 tone names in the world, namely the seven white keys and the five black keys of the piano.
 There are 11 tones corresponding to the 11 works.
 The only thing missing is——
 C sharp! It’s Do sharpened by a semitone!
 Missing, C sharp?
 so what?
 "We've arrived at Lenvan Avenue in East Mecklon, sir." The coachman's voice interrupted Fan Ning's thoughts.
 "Chila, chila, chila..." Fan Ning tore the paper into pieces, crumpled it into a ball, and got out of the car.
 No. 115 Lenvan Avenue, this small simple townhouse is his current residence - the house is not far from the art museum and was once used to provide accommodation for 4-5 art museum employees.
 The air was damp and cold, and the wrought iron patterns on the stair handrails were greasy and gray. Fan Ning climbed the steps step by step, passed through the yellowed posters posted on them, and opened the door to his home.
 It has a living room, a simple kitchen and an underground storage room. Upstairs are two small rooms that can be used as bedrooms, with a separate bathroom. Although the space is not large, it is more than enough for one person to live in today.
 More importantly, in this era when many middle-class people need to rent a house, it belongs entirely to Fanning - the current market valuation is about 500-600 pounds.
 Fan Ning opened the piggy bank on the second floor, added a few shillings to his trouser pocket, and then put on an old but more flexible brown windbreaker.
 Finally, he thought again and put on a tallow candle and a small box of yellow phosphorus matches.
 After finishing preparations, we set off on foot to the Turner Art Museum.
 He walked past the townhouses in this area, through an alleyway of shabby houses, and came to Litchi Street, which runs parallel to Lenvan Avenue.
 This area is the most prosperous area in East Mecklon, with horse-drawn carriages and cars coming in an endless stream, and crowds of people passing by.
 Walk a little further east, pass a bright and neat cafe, and turn in at the animal sculpture.
 A section of narrow alley downhill, more than 300 meters away, he saw the gate of the courtyard and the three-story large building inside.
 The deeper the alley, the darker the light. The iron fence of the yard has long been rusted, and the iron gate is not locked, weakly ajar.
 Fanning reached out and pulled out a disturbing creaking sound, then stepped in.
 In this city filled with industrial waste gas, acid rain and dust, everything is being eroded at a double speed.
 Under his feet are uneven stone bricks, clumps of unknown yellow weeds grow from the gaps, and are in a bleak state. There are also a few piles of messy old things in the corner of the yard.
 The art gallery in front of him no longer has the color he remembers. In the night, the walls of the building are thick gray and black, and the oval windows on the first floor folded in the narrow arch are all locked tightly.
 He walked up the steps, moved the dusty and greasy closure notice rack away, leaned his chest upwards, and opened the heavy brass lock with the key hanging around his neck.
 The smell of decay and mold mixed with dust filled the air.
 The empty guide hall had only a reception desk of unknown color.
 Following his memory, Fanning found an empty lantern behind the table, poured out the dust, replaced it with a tallow candle in his pocket, and lit it with a yellow phosphorus match.
 Then he closed the door and locked it.
 The air here was full of the smell of decay, mold and dust, but there was no tightness in breathing. The vents in the entire building should still be functioning normally.
 It was the hearing that fell into absolute silence and the vision that fell into extreme darkness.
 Except for the faint light of the lantern in his hand, there was a visible distance of several meters.
 Fanning felt that this space was becoming more and more strange and unreal.
 He suddenly felt a little scared and instinctively wanted to turn around and open the door to let in the little light outside.
 But he hesitated rationally and gave up the idea for the sake of caution.
 There was no water supply and lighting here for a long time. In such a large area, there was also an upstairs. What was the point of having a little light source at the door?
 And it was mainly unsafe to open the door.
 After calming down, Fan Ning began to search for the original owner's memories from two or three years ago in the dim light.
 After a while, he suddenly frowned.
 Among the various complex and uncomfortable smells, there seemed to be a faint smell of rot.
 Dead rats? The old and dilapidated bathroom sewer? Or
 Don't scare yourself.
 Fan Ning calmed down, took the lantern and walked, ready to go to the mobile exhibition hall on the first floor first.
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 Coal smoke fills the sky and steam roars endlessly. The world is running as usual, and prosperity is within reach. But the world is ignorant. 
 Only a very few people have penetrated the fog of history, studied taboo knowledge, dismantled secret inspiration, and called on invisible forces. They are called "knowers". 
 The chaos and reality under the filthy appearance of the world gradually become clear from a mysterious concert incident: 
 "Hidden knowledge, shifting surge, phase, ritual vessel, witness master" - this is the extraordinary path of "knowers"; 
 "Inspiration, composition, piano, conducting, symphony" - this is the sacred career of "artists". 
 Two roads, different paths, the same destination. Where the vision goes, the destiny chooses. 
 "The world is full of imperfections, but someone will see the glory in the end." 
 -Contemporary composer, pianist, conductor Carloen van Nin
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 The Special Investigations Unit is a covert organisation that no-one in the city knows about, dedicated to investigating bizarre occurrences beyond the comprehension of the living. The Chief Zhao Yunlan isn’t a simple guy either, being the inheritor of the Guardian Order, he has always been a righteous conformist, excelling between realms of the living and the dead. While investigating a school suicide case, Zhao is attracted to the calm and reserved Professor Shen Wei, but the Professor seems to be rather fickle towards him…
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 A major event happened recently to the demonic sect – their powerful sect master suddenly went missing.
 Everyone comforted each other: “Don’t worry, the sect master must be out pursuing fun, and so on.”
 “Well, that makes sense.”
 They waited.
 Waited and waited.
 Waited and waited.
 Waited and… Everyone slammed the table: “We’ve waited so long! The sect master must have met with a mishap! Look for him!!” Numerous disciples therefore ran rumbling down the mountain.
 On a certain day of the month, a certain sect master opened his eyes and thought in confusion: Hey, who am I?
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 As a holy knight, I had been taken as a prisoner of war during an engagement against the vampires. “Oh my, granting you death? You wish! Accept my embrace and turn into a vampire. I will be counting on you in the future~ my precious daughter.” The silver haired, vampress loli queen lifted my chin gently, and with a smile of ridicule, aimed her sharp fangs towards my neck. 
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 1. Yan Wei entered a black tower that disappeared into the clouds and accidentally entered a world inside the tower that was filled with all sorts of instances.
 In the instances, there were puppets leaning over to kiss a statue, paintings of people without eyes, a pale and dishevelled female ghost with a mouth filled with blood….
 Each floor was a level; if you don’t enter, you die. Only those who reach the top can live.
 After Yan Wei thoroughly understood the rules, he found that he had a skill called “Half Immortal” —- As long as he was in an instance, he would acquire an immortal body every second day.
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 2. Yan Mingguang who was ascending the tower took off his glasses and held a cigarette as he leaned against the wall watching the young man not far away slowly approach the boss. 
 The young man was calm and composed. With one hand in his pocket, he used his other hand to grab the boss’s hand and carefully examined it. His clear voice carried nonchalance: “Don’t move. Let me see what clues you have on you……Hey, stop struggling. You can’t kill me anyway……..”
 The clock ticked past midnight——–
 The young man’s calm expression changed immediately. He looked at the boss with eyes filled with fear and turned and ran towards him. 
 Seeing that the boss was now charging over, Yan Mingguang tossed his cigarette aside, frowned and said coldly: “Let go.” 
 The young man clung tightly onto him: “No! Save me!!!” 
 “Not saving.” 
 The young man’s eyes brightened: “Thank you!!” 
 Yan Mingguang who found that he had already crushed the boss’s head, “……..”
 3. One day, while the instance was being broadcasted. 
 The players who were watching the broadcast found that the thigh-hugging, weak and useless player Yan Wei had suddenly appeared before the boss all the other players were trying to avoid. 
 The audience: “??? Is he in a hurry to die??” 
 The next moment, the young man chased after the boss, shouting, “Stop running, I won’t be too mean!!” 
 The boss’s face was filled with panic, the audience’s faces were filled with confusion. 
 This was different from what they had in mind?
 *Cold and aloof gong with explosive fighting power who says one thing but does another x sometimes seeking death, sometimes faking cowardice, quick-witted shou
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 Mortimer Zhu is an extremely unfortunate high school student who accidentally enrolls into an academy of a dubious nature, where it is the norm to jump in front of moving trains, get dismembered during orientation, and crushed by vindictive bouncing classrooms. Can he stay alive or will he die from the rigors of school? Why have evil spirits suddenly acquired a taste for his flesh?
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 Liang Shi penetrated into a Lily ABO text. 
 In the original text, the original body was a stupid and poisonous cannon fodder slag A. When the heroine Xu Qingzhu’s family business was facing bankruptcy, she tried her best to marry someone. The glands finally caused the lifelong disability of the heroine’s body. 
 Since then, Xu Qingzhu quickly divorced her, struggling to support the family business, and finally the phoenix was born. 
 The original cannon fodder was revealed that she was not Miss Alpha of the Liang family. The real heir to the Liang family was actually someone else. The original body had countless enemies. In the end, she went begging on the street and was interrupted by Xu Qingzhu’s admirers. , The glands were also dug up and fed to dogs. 
 Liang Shi: &nbsp;… 
 For a while, I didn’t know who to sympathize with first. 
 Liang Shi, who had just crossed over, was completely stunned. The room was filled with strong Omega pheromones, and the strong smell of strawberry Baoli sweet wine made Liang Shi unable to control it. 
 Is Xu Qingzhu’s estrus coming? 
 Before she could get close, Xu Qingzhu’s voice was hoarse and looked at her with hatred and unwillingness: “Don’t come here!” 
 Thinking of the original body’s end, Liang Shiqiang pretended to be calm: “I’ll tell you a secret, in fact, I’m incompetent in pheromone marking, I can’t.” 
 Xu Qingzhu: “…?” 
 Liang Shi’s purpose is very clear, divorce Xu Qingzhu, take the initiative to stay away from the Liang family, pick up his old business, earnestly make money by filming, and become a well-deserved top player in the entertainment industry. 
 Isn’t it sweet to make money? 
 However, not long after, the broker asked her to meet the investor “Dad”. 
 In the president’s office, Liang Shi bit his head and asked, “Is President Xu thinking about divorcing me?” 
 Xu Qingzhu: “I have it, it’s yours.” 
 Liang Shi: “…?” 
 Looking at Xu Qingzhu’s slightly bulging belly, Liang Shi fell into contemplation. 
 How many scenes does it take to raise the president and the cubs?
 1V1//ABO has a private setting//If you don’t like it, you can click the fork 
 Female A has no organs// Female O will get pregnant 
 Wenfeng slow heat // anti-theft 80%, 72h 
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 Content tags: childbirth entertainment circle sweet text through books 
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 One moment, Luo Jing was at the brink of death after accidentally touching a power outlet while showering. The next, he was in the body of a man named Garen, with memories of a past he was never a part of flowing into his head. As he slowly gets used to the body of Garen, he begins to explore a planet beyond his own logical comprehension. His journey will see him go from surviving in a planet locked in the 20th century, to wielding secret techniques so powerful that they level cities overnight. However, his journey doesn’t end with Garen. Instead this is but the first of many bodies that Luo Jing will come to wield in his mystical journey between worlds.
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 A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.
 Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.
 “M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!” “That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”
 But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.
 Prophetic dreams. The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.
 All I want is to be next to you.
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 Here’s the thing. 
 The big demon Baiju, who was invited down the mountain by the Demon Management Bureau, was very satisfied with the guardian assigned to him. 
 He was tall and had long legs, with a clean face and a calm temperament. He also cooked well. 
 And although there was always a strange murmurs from his heart, it wasn’t a big deal. 
 The only thing that puzzled him was that this human seemed to like to play with his white hair. 
 Xiao Yao, renown for his elite untouchable presence, with his face buried in dog fur: Hey.
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 Travel through a different world, a medieval feudal society. Start as the second son of a knight family, with a simple data panel, and move towards the road of empire. Train soldiers, forge weapons, build castles. Everything you need.
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 Autumn of 1840. 
 The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy. 
 A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories. 
 Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques; 
 Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams; 
 Science and mystery, fantasy and reality. 
 The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him: 
 "Those who are against us are bad guys!" 
 The monsters said. 
 ———— 
 This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right" 
 Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life
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 As soon as Gao Yan came back from vacation in his hometown, he found that there was an eight-handed wooden evil Guanyin in his suitcase that could not be thrown away. 
 The moment he stepped out of the temple, Gao Yan fell into the Guan Luo Yin scene. A prompting in his ears spoke: 
 Welcome to the game of the gods~ 
 First, please be sure to obey the words of the gods. 
 Second, the latest red hot post on the top read: Shock! The whereabouts of Chu Suibi, the only person in the world who passed the main god-level difficulty, is unknown. According to insiders, Chu Suibi is chasing his wife. Yes, you have read that right, that old dog forced Chu Suibi to have a wife! 
 Gao Yan, who has never involved himself with worldly matters, meets Chu Suibi, someone who is too keen to break the rules. 
 Gao Yan: I am a good person. 
 Chu Suibi: Me too. 
 God: Bullshit!!!
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