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 Fanning had left the venue early.
 He was worried that he would be surrounded by people again, so he left in a hurry without saying hello to anyone.
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 The time on the pocket watch pointed to one o'clock in the afternoon.
 "It's really late."
 The sense of relaxation brought by the performance allowed him to finally have the energy to feel the campus while walking on the road.
 He felt that the most direct experience was that his nose was not so painful.
 These cities that have expanded rapidly due to industrialization have a construction speed far behind the population growth. The excessive population is crowded and lacks necessary sanitary facilities. The living environment of the middle class is already extremely cramped, and industrial workers have no "life" at all.
 The rich can't completely divide those damp and crowded houses into isolated areas. Dirt and sewage rot in the city's ditches. The stench and the billowing smoke from the factory are intertwined, and will eventually condense in the haze and be inhaled into the lungs.
 On the campus of St. Lenya University, winding rivers and ponds, fountains, columns, sculptures, and flower stands can be seen everywhere. They combine the natural height differences of each plot to form a garden-style careful layout. The landscape pieces composed of snapdragons, begonias, and cherry trees around me exude a sweet fragrance with the smell of grass. Higher up are oaks, camphor trees, and birch trees that cover the sky. The red walls of the buildings can be seen in between, revealing classical elegance and composure.
 The rain has stopped. On the white stone bricks and lush grass, young men and women walk and chat in groups of three or two, and a few whispers are heard from time to time. This scene makes Fanning a little dazed.
 Four or five months ago, I was one of them.
 Well, I am now again.
 But from the moment I stepped out of the door of the police station, that real and unreal feeling still exists.
 He always felt that his vision was a contradiction of openness and confinement. The campus scenery, the colors of the plants, the faces of the handsome men and beautiful women were all pleasing to the eye like bubbles. The friction between the skin and the clothes brought an indelible sense of being out of the way.
 Maybe it was a lasting side effect of time travel.
 "Key?" Fanning looked at the flashing symbol on the right side of [135/100] in front of him again.
 Turner Art Museum? …
 It has been closed for three years. Is there anything special about it?
 Let's go and have a look now.
 After walking out of the school gate and walking along Green Peacock Street for a few minutes, Fanning felt hungry.
 He fumbled in his pocket and found three or four shillings, which belonged to the middle layer in the gold, silver and copper currency system of the Theolian Empire. Each gold pound could be exchanged for 20 shillings, and each shilling could be exchanged for 12 pence.
 Any alleyway is a dense area of ​​mobile vendors and stalls, with hawking sounds coming one after another, and coffee, lemonade, ginger beer or pea soup being constantly served to the workers in a hurry.
 A young man who looked like a company clerk walked along the road, pulling open a large sauce-colored smoked sausage with his hands. The red and white meat was trembling with heat and rotten, and the oil dripped into his mouth. Several textile workers who were taking a break stood aside, looking at the stalls with salted eels and smoked herrings, holding their deflated purses and hesitating.
 Fanning took a shilling and bought coffee and fruit pie for 4 pence, and then took a taxi from the Lenya District to the East Mecklen District for 10 pence - their prices were four or five times more expensive than public box carriages, but they were comfortable and private.
 "Da Da Da Da Da Da"
 The carriage was getting farther and farther away from the clean and orderly campus, and finally disappeared at the end of Green Peacock Street.
 Fan Ning opened Teacher Anton's notebook, flipped through the manuscript, flipped through the diary, and his eyes couldn't help but stop at the end of the diary.
 "Don't record your dreams? Don't try to test and control dreams? Will they come out by themselves??"
 The teacher's original intention was to find inspiration to help creation or to become a "knower".
 The result was that he was troubled by the "fragmented notes" and "mysterious chords", or his method of recording dreams and experiencing clear dreams itself was problematic, his mental state took a sharp turn for the worse, and he even encountered something indescribable.
 Thinking about it, Fan Ning's expression suddenly changed, and he reached into his coat pocket.
 He took out his other palm-sized notebook:
 "On October 14, I dreamed that I was walking in a corridor similar to an exhibition hall, with dim lights and clean floors. The walls on both sides were evenly hollowed out, and the glass partitions displayed illogical and strange things, banana fresh-keeping boxes made of pure white marble, giant teeth supported by spring brackets, hard-shelled insects with bright red wings, golden plaster models, and surveying instruments covered with gears and pipeline hubs. There were some things on the wall at the end of the corridor. I was always occupied by other thoughts when I was about to reach the end, and then I drifted into other dreams."
 "On October 15, I dreamed that I was running in the rain, chasing my art gallery key, which was taken away by a wild cat on the side of the road. While running, I fell into the street graffiti painted on the road and fell into the vast ocean. I felt the despair of drowning, but I was inspired to remind me what characters to recite to float on the water."
 "On November 16, I dreamed of jumping out of the window of the castle that was about to collapse, and fell into a pond full of flowers and plants with mist. Fruits grew in it, clear as sapphires. I picked one and chewed it. The taste was strong and sweet. I saw some languages ​​that I had never mastered on the rhizomes of the plants, but I understood that there was another place under the pond. I went under it and saw the ceiling of the bedroom."
 "On November 20, I dreamed of walking in a place similar to a corridor."
 Fanning read some bizarre dreams that the original owner had recorded.
 In one hand, he held a dream notebook, and in the other hand, Professor Anton Konar's warning at the end of the diary about "Don't record dreams!!".
 The original owner was courting death. Fanning's face was very ugly.
 And does this dream of walking in the corridor have any special meaning?
 Fanning turned over the diary, and then saw the five-line music paper printed on woodblock writing paper, with dense handwritten notes on it.
 This is the teacher's handwritten manuscript of the fragment of the musical series.
 As for the original that I studied before, I heard from Xilan that it has been sealed by the Special Patrol Office as a prohibited item.
 This manuscript is all evenly distributed chords, a total of 11 pages, with the same number as the original volume.
 Melody and chord can be roughly regarded as two relative concepts.
 The organic combination of notes of different lengths and pitches, which are played back and forth over a period of time, forms a melody.
 If multiple notes are pronounced at the same time, two notes are pronounced at the same time, which is called harmony, and three or more notes are pronounced at the same time, which is called chord.
 The fragment of the musical series in front of me is all 5 to 7 notes in a group, and the major chords that sound at the same time need to be played with both hands.
 They don't indicate the rhythm. If you force yourself to listen to the effect, just play them one group at a time, and the speed is self-determined.
 At this moment, Fanning naturally has no piano at hand, but it does not prevent him from thinking of their general colors in his mind.
 Fanning's speed of review is very fast. He stares at each page and thinks for a while, jumps to read some fragments, and then turns to the next page.
 About twenty minutes later, he had gone through all 11 fragments of the musical series.
 "This is interesting..." Fanning smiled strangely in the carriage.
 With the memories of the original owner, he thought it was a mysterious and incomprehensible ancient artifact, but now he knows all of it.
 Because this is the harmonic skeleton hint of the classical music works in the previous life.
 11 pieces, 11 songs, all of them.
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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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 “This guy, how heavy is his taste, he’s still able to eat?” Waking up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, explosive hair, tattoos, and a demon-like face. Look at her for more than a second and you’ll have spicy eyes (your eyes will bleed-aka she looks really ugly).
 Before her rebirth, she was in love with someone else, bent on escaping, and after having relations with him, hates him deep to his bones.
 After her rebirth, she looked at the beauty on the bed, seriously thinking, the one who left his shadow in the past, seemingly should be him?
 In her past life, her mind was muddled. She tried to get rid of the outstandingly beautiful husband that she didn’t want, was victimized by slag men and cheap women, and her most trusted friend brainwashed her. In the end, she found people rebelling and friends deserting (isolated and alone).
 In this lifetime, all of the evil people scheming and longing for her divorce should yield. Sorry but this young miss’s IQ is on the line!
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 Bao’s Synopsis: A boy that was imprisoned for millions of years had regained his mortal body. He became a disciple of the declining Cleansing Incense Ancient Sect where its patriarch used to be his disciple. Now, he will bring this sect back to its former glory.
 This is his journey to reach the apex and take revenge on those who had imprisoned him.
 This is his story of meeting old friends and making new companions.
 This is his path of traversing the Nine Worlds and becoming the next ruler of the Heavens.
 Qidian’s Synopsis: Ten million years ago, Li Qiye planted a simple water bamboo into the ground.Eight million years ago, Li Qiye had a koi fish pet.Five million years ago, Li Qiye cared for a little girl....In the present day, Li Qiye woke up from his slumber; the water bamboo reached the apex of cultivation; the koi fish became a Golden Dragon; the little girl became the Nine Worlds’ Immortal Empress.
 This is a tale regarding an immortal human who was the teacher of the Demon Saint, Heavenly Beast, and Immortal Empress.
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 Lin Jie, a transmigrator, is the owner of a bookstore in another world. 
 He’s kind and warm-hearted, often recommending healing books to customers who are going through a tough time. From time to time, he secretly promotes his own work too. 
 Over time, these customers begin to respect him greatly, some even frequently bringing local specialties to repay his favor. They often seek his professional opinion when it comes to selecting books, and share their experiences with this ordinary bookstore owner to people around them. 
 They respectfully and intimately refer to him using names such as the “Demon God’s Lackey”, “Propagator of the Flesh and Blood Gospel”, “ ‘Corpse Devouring Sect’s Rites and Customs’ Author” and “Shepherd of the Stars”. 
 “???”
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 Imagine having the opportunity to be able to enter different worlds created by numerous novels and stories. Which kind of role would you like to play?
 Do you want to be the illustrious protagonist, either good or evil; or just be a supporting role standing behind the protagonists?
 Our villain boss Ming Shu would, however, choose none of the above. Claiming missions from the Harmony System, and driven by her endless passion for snacks, the world traveler, Ming Shu, embarks on the path to make the mission target hate her as much as possible by gaining Hatred Points. But it turns out she is not alone on her journey…
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 Bizarre clouds billowed by in the sky, as if in a hurry.
 During an anti-drug operation in the city of Gongzhou three years ago, a chain explosion had gone off on site due to a mis-judgement made by the Commander-in-Chief Jiang Ting, and caused the anti-drug detachment team to suffer great casualties as a result. Three years now, Jiang Ting, who was supposed to have already been killed in the line of duty with not even a body left to bury—miraculously woke up from a coma.
 His heroic soul had never been at peace. He returned from Hell back to the living, to give everything he had to bring the bloody and bizarre truth back to light.
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 Police officer, would you believe me if I say this is an Iyashikei game? 
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 On the bus to repair the computer, the bus collided with an unexpected truck and the injured passengers were taken to the hospital.
 When waking up, Qi Leren found that he was lying in an empty infusion hall, and the huge hospital was empty … the nightmare game began.
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 Xu Beijin is an extra in the game ‘Escape.’ His usual role is to lie on the floor to be the corpse, while observing how the Missiontakers scratch their heads to figure out a way to survive. 
 All the other extras work extremely hard as if trying to win the next Oscar’s in order to leave this cruel, despairing world; while Xu Beijin has a simple, monotonous, tedious life. 
 Until one day, he picked up a streaming system… 
 Xu Beijin’s life has been entirely upended. 
 While lying on the floor as a corpse, the audience goes “AAAAAAAH Host what’s that behind you uwuwu…” 
 While he’s reading the script out loud, the audience goes “Hehehe Beibei’s so cute acting all serious! I want to lick!” 
 While he’s working hard to figure out the truth about this world, the audience goes “Today our Bei is also the hardworking Bei!” 
 While he’s… he’s working hard dating Lin Qin, the audience goes “?!?! This isn’t the horror game stream I signed up for!” 
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 He thought he had traveled back in time to the fictional Victorian period and was thinking about how to live a wonderful second life, but he never expected that after being introduced by a friend, he met Charlotte Holmes...Miss! 
 Okay, so it turns out to be the world of mystery novels... which is kind of interesting. 
 However, as the investigation of the case deepened, he was surprised to find that there were actually supernatural powers hidden behind those incredible cases! 
 Uncovering the secret history beneath the surface of the world, the noon and the night, the nine principles, the invisible technique, a strange hunger and thirst overwhelmed him. 
 ……………… 
 As soon as he walked into his family's bookstore chain, Charlotte, the famous detective and duchess of London, chased after him. 
 "Watson, I need your help!" 
 "We have worked together to detect so many bizarre cases, destroy so many evil associations, and free Fog City from the control of the Tuosichens." 
 "But recently I discovered that this is not over yet!" 
 "There is still an extremely secretive secret order lurking in London. Its power is as wide as a big net that tightly wraps the foggy city. The dangerous characters we have defeated are just small minions compared to it, even if they are as terrifying as Moriarty It’s hard to compete with it…” 
 "Watson! Let us fight side by side again and restore peace to London!" 
 After he comforted her and promised to help her defeat this evil underground organization, Miss Holmes, who had not fought alongside him for a long time, left with satisfaction. 
 At this time, a graceful lady walked out of the door behind the bookstore. She groveled and said enthusiastically: 
 "Leader, the ceremonies of all branches are ready, just waiting for you to ascend and achieve great achievements!"
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 “Magic is magnificent.” 
 “Magic is mysterious.” 
 “Magic is a miracle.” 
 “Magic is also…violent!” 
 The magnificent burst of splendor in an instant; the mystery in the endless unknown; the miracle in saving too much despair; the violence in…” 
 Teammate: “Don’t be crooked! The enemy is almost rushing up! Attack!” 
 “Oh, alright!” 
 The protagonist hurriedly took a deep breath and then concentrated his breath. 
 Next moment! 
 “Waaaagh——” 
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 Luo Fei, an ordinary little policeman, was bound to a gene fusion system. At the beginning, he integrated the olfactory gene of a police dog and solved the murder case. From then on, he embarked on an extraordinary life. The detection of each bizarre case made him go from being a little policeman at the police station. Step by step to the top. 
 PS: It’s a cool article about solving a crime. If you don’t like it, don’t criticize it.
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 Seo Tae Hyuk, jailed after being falsely accused.
 He will be executed without being able to prove his innocence.
 When he opens his eyes, it’s 15 years in the past?
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