Chapter 95 Violinist Perhaps you have heard of Ms. Wen’s performance…
Under Cecilia's series of sugar-coated bullets, Mr. Bo was flattered and his attitude changed 180 degrees. He invited the person into his home without hesitation.
“It’s so hard to meet someone who appreciates you.”
Mr. Bo sighed and took Cecia to the collection room on the second floor. "I don't mind you coming to visit every day. They also hope to meet guests like you."
Enduring the strange smell, she secretly paid attention to the time as Mr. Bo introduced her eloquently, watching the time gradually approaching nine o'clock...
When the pointer reached eight thirty, she avoided Mr. Bo's sight and secretly stuck the thing in her hand to the back of the display cabinet.
"Sorry, that's all for today."
She cleared her throat and interrupted Mr. Bo, who was in high spirits, and said, "Although I am reluctant to part with them, I have something else to do tonight... Can I come to see you tomorrow?"
Hearing this, Mr. Bo was stunned and swallowed back the words he had just finished introducing.
"Of course, I'm always welcome!"
He took Cecia out of the collection room and walked downstairs. During the walk, he kept checking his watch and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself many times.
"Is there anything else you can do for me?"
Seeing that he looked worried, Cecilia simply took the initiative to ask.
"...Perhaps, you have heard of Ms. Wen's performance?"
Mr. Bo hesitated, but finally spoke out what had been bothering him for a long time.
When talking about Ms. Wen, his eyes sparkled with longing. "I've seen the video, and her violin playing is extremely beautiful! To be honest, I really want to go to the live performance, but she is very popular and tickets are hard to get..."
Ms. Wen?
The introduction on the plaque says that she is a violinist, and Mr. Bo is very interested in musical instruments. The instruments he collected were all used by famous performers.
So, he should want Ms. Wen's violin?
After clarifying the relationship between the two, Cecia suggested: "You can ask her in person. Since we are neighbors, I think she will be willing to give you a ticket."
"Er..."
Hearing this, Mr. Bo looked embarrassed, "We had a misunderstanding before, she wouldn't want to see me."
Misunderstand?
Cecia instantly thought of the first time she met Ms. Wen, who asked her "whether she was good at any musical instrument." Is this related to the misunderstanding mentioned by Mr. Bo?
"Don't worry."
She tried to comfort him at first, pretending to want to share his worries, "I understand your love for music. Let me ask her, maybe I can get the tickets."
“Thank you so much!”
Mr. Bo directly held Cecilia's hand and shook it up and down excitedly. It was the first time that he showed such strong emotions that he even forgot his cleanliness.
"I will definitely seize this opportunity!"
He sent Cecia out the door with great expectations and stumbled back...
When Cecilia returned to the room, it was already 8:55. They could only wait here for the party to start and had no time to go anywhere else.
"If you ask me, you might as well take this opportunity to go find Ms. Wen."
After the blow of the evening, the teddy bear slumped on the table, looking listless.
"I listened to that guy's nonsense in the collection room for a long time, but he didn't come to the party... If it was Ms. Wen, she might have relented and agreed."
Ding-ding-ding——
[Ding, timeout. Number of participants in the third party: 0. Please take the task seriously. If the seventh party fails, you will be kept in this room forever.]
Half an hour passed quickly, and the cold mechanical sound rang out as expected. Still no one came to the party today, and the teddy bear was almost used to this kind of scene.
"Let's go, get to work."
Cecia pulled Jia Dabing out from the corner and arranged for him to follow Mr. Xiong to work in the arena, while she herself stayed in the living room, waiting for time to pass.
【22:05】
Seeing the numbers displayed on the electronic clock, she immediately stood up and walked into Mr. Bo's door.
From the outside, the villa was dark and silent. She walked around to the back and opened the unlocked glass door.
Just like the last time he broke into the house, Mr. Bo's house was empty.
Without hesitation, she went straight to the collection room.
The collection room that was locked tightly during the day was now wide open, with the old lock thrown aside at random.
Cecia pushed the door open and walked in——
Sure enough, the musical instruments inside disappeared again.
The collection room was empty. Not only was Mr. Bo not there, but his collection of musical instruments had also disappeared. However, the transparent display cabinet was intact and there was no sign of a problem.
"What the hell...were they still here?"
Seeing this, the teddy bear was puzzled. It jumped onto the display cabinet and climbed from top to bottom, but couldn't find the mechanism to open it.
According to the location she remembered, Cecia went around to the back of a display cabinet, retrieved the eyeball that she had glued on before, wrapped it in soft cloth, and put it in her pocket.
It was exactly one hour and fifty minutes past eight-thirty.
She had been thinking about this since she last used her eyeballs -
Musical instruments don’t disappear on their own, and Mr. Bo himself also disappears, and he refuses to go out at night... There must be something wrong.
So, she deliberately set time at night, glued her eyeballs to the display cabinets, and let them record what happened in the collection room.
"let's go."
Saving her eyeballs, she picked up the teddy bear and turned away.
"So fast? I haven't seen anything yet... Don't shake me! I'm dizzy!"
The dormant state of her eyeball couldn't be maintained for too long, and she was curious about the reason why the instrument disappeared, so she almost ran all the way back to the room.
The teddy bear was still complaining about being dizzy, but she had already found the right angle, aimed at the wall, and dug out his eyeballs.
The eyeball that had seen the light of day again blinked, stared at the blank wall, and began to project the recorded images truthfully...
After Cecia left the collection room, Mr. Bo returned soon. He looked at the instruments obsessively, danced excitedly, and kept muttering to himself.
"It will be complete soon. This is the last instrument I'm missing..."
Mr. Bo looked crazy, his body trembling slightly with excitement. He sniffed the air in ecstasy, taking in all the strange smell.
Then, she rubbed her cheek against his treasured collection as if she were her lover.
Ding-ding-ding——
The clock struck nine o'clock, waking Mr. Bo from his trance.
"It's time, it's time... Don't worry, I'll be there now... I'll be with you right away..."
He muttered nervously over and over again and walked straight to a display case in the corner.
Cecia still remembers the musical instruments placed there.
It was a suona, but Mr. Bo's attitude towards it was very strange. Every time he introduced it, he only said that it was used by a famous performer, but he couldn't tell the name.
Compared to other musical instruments, where he could talk endlessly and as if he could talk for three days and three nights, he felt more perfunctory about it.
Facing the suona display cabinet, he held both sides with both hands and twisted it gently.
Click.
The transparent display cover was broken off with bare hands.
It seems like... they were never fitted together in the first place?
Cecia immediately enlarged the image and observed it carefully, and found that this display cabinet was subtly different from other musical instruments - its transparent shell was put on originally and was not connected to any alarm device.
Now she understood.
The reason why Mr. Bo is indifferent to the suona is that it is not a collectible at all, but a "fake" instrument, just a deception used to deceive people.
In the video, Mr. Bo takes out a suona and ruthlessly breaks open the copper loudspeaker at the front of it. His movements are rough and without any care.
At the same time, the floor made a low vibration sound.
The floor in the middle slowly moved away, revealing a downward ladder inside.
Except for the suona, soft cloth suddenly appeared in the other display cabinets, and they quickly wrapped the instruments. When a passage appeared under the instrument, drag it into the passage.
Since the inner wall of the channel is covered with cotton, there will be no bumps during the transportation of the musical instrument.
As the instrument slid into the passage, Mr. Bo climbed down the ladder in the center of the floor.
Shortly after he left, the central floor slowly closed, and the passage through which the instruments entered also disappeared, and everything returned to the way they had just seen.
"No wonder there's nothing on the display cabinet. It turns out the mechanism is inside..."
After the image was reflected, the teddy bear suddenly realized what was going on. It looked at Cecia excitedly, "Cesia! Let's go over there now! Let's see what's underneath!"
Its proposal was met with a slap in the face.
"Do you want to run into him head-on?"
Cecia said unhappily, soaking her eyeballs in the water again.
I have to say that the mechanism design of the collection room is indeed ingenious.
She had walked across the central floor many times before and had not noticed anything unusual. If it weren't for the eyeball records, she would probably not be able to find anything strange no matter how much she investigated.
"But he doesn't have a job and stays at home all day. When can we go downstairs?"
The teddy bear rubbed his head aggrievedly.
"A concert."
Cecia blurted out, put the restored eyeball into the system backpack, and grabbed the teddy bear, "Remember? He wanted to see Ms. Wen's performance."
"As long as we can get the tickets, he will definitely not be at home during the performance. Then we can imitate his behavior and go down there to find out."
"Yes, Ms. Wen is such a nice person, she will definitely give it to you..."
The teddy bear nodded vigorously, his body swaying from side to side as it was shaken. "Slow down! I feel like vomiting again!"
…
"Xia, is it necessary to come here secretly? Can't we just ask her directly during the day?"
The teddy bear pulled Cecilia's hair and asked in confusion.
"He is such a face-conscious person, but he is so upset about this. I am worried that the performance is tomorrow."
Cecia explained softly, walking along the outer wall of the villa, "Besides, what if Ms. Wen is unwilling to give the ticket? There are too many variables."
She sneaked into Ms. Wen's villa with her teddy bear. The lights on the second floor were still warm, and a familiar and gentle voice could be heard faintly.
"Ms. Wen must be telling stories to the children again! She is such a nice person. The puppet teacher we saw last time must have been a misunderstanding!"
The teddy bear still believed in his own judgment and defended it.
"It doesn't matter whether it's a misunderstanding or not, let's go find the tickets first..."
This time she did not go directly to the second floor, but tiptoed to the study on the first floor.
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