After being possessed by a boss, I became popular all over the Internet

Chapter 113

Yun Zian listened to this tape almost twenty times, and even memorized every twist and turn of the tune. He didn't know classical music, but he was familiar with this song.

"The Internationale" was composed by Eugène Pottier in 1871 and composed by Pierre Diggert in 1888. The background of the era was the Franco-Prussian War, the European peninsula was in ruins, and the hand of disaster came to the world, but there was no God Purdue life.

But coincidentally... on that chaotic night just past, on the rooftop he had inadvertently opened the gap, he had listened to another version of... "The Internationale".

Compared with the version in the tape, the version on the rooftop is more sad and desolate, not as majestic and magnificent as the lyrics are written, but rather like an elegy after the war.

What is the connection between...

Yun Zian's hands were deeply inserted into his hair, and because of the overload operation, his brain almost burst, so that he had a severe headache like splitting.

The nausea caused by the strong dizziness and the torment of headaches made his body and mind climb to the peak of collapse after a whole night of wind and rain. He kicked hard, and the desk in the study was kicked out on the spot with a bang. Torn apart.

Yun Zian is like a beast that has been tortured, the veins in his eyes are bursting with blood, and even the breath he exhales is scorching hot, but it is still not as good as the repeated torment inside.

However, just when he felt that he was about to explode, he caught a glimpse of something on the ground out of the corner of his eye. It was just a flash of words, but it firmly caught his eyeballs.

Yun Zi'an stepped on the mess and paper documents all over the floor, and picked up a theater ticket stub from the ground, and saw that it was engraved in standard print - "Herbert Classical Music Orchestra World Tour 1001 performances"

There was a rumbling thunder, and the lightning instantly illuminated the room, rubbing the tall window panes on the pale ground, and even hitting Yun Zi'an's eyebrows with a sudden flash of light, his fingertips used great force Holding the remaining ticket stub, he trembled so much that he seemed to have epilepsy.

"Herbert..." Yun Zi'an's pale lips moved twice subconsciously, "Music troupe..."

The room he was in was Yun Xiangyu's secretive office and study room, except for his personal assistant, even Pang Qin was not allowed to enter.

Yun Zian's gaze suddenly turned to the desk that had collapsed on the ground. The ticket stub was obviously hidden in the drawer of the desk. His furious kick just now kicked the drawer away, and it scattered out along with the documents.

Before his death, Yun Xiangyu had heard the performance of this Herbert Music Troupe.

And the performance time displayed on the ticket stub was exactly—yesterday!

Yun Zian seemed to have found a possibility of deciphering under the continuous whipping of a mess, so he hurriedly turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, wanting to take a closer look at the ticket stub, but when he took out the mobile phone, he found that he didn’t know what When the battery is low, it will automatically shut down.

The moment the phone couldn't be turned on, Rong Xiao's figure suddenly popped up in Yun Zian's mind, and his heart trembled for no reason, but because of the sudden heavy rain, the power system of the villa was cut off, and because he wanted to dig out the old truth, He deliberately avoided the servants and security team.

Rong Xiao...would you be very worried at this time?

Yun Zi'an licked his chapped lips, and went through countless rounds in his mind.

However, in the end, the desire to seek the truth overcame everything. Before leaving the villa, Yun Zi'an borrowed a laptop from the rectified desk and sent an email to Rong Xiao, specifying the address of the music group's performance, and Briefly describe what you are doing and why.

Through the brief introduction on the back of the ticket stub, Yun Zi'an got to know a little bit about this music group named Herbert. Herbert is the name of the orchestra's first generation commander. This orchestra has performed no less than a thousand performances in theaters all over the world. Unfortunately, yesterday, the orchestra performed for the first time in China, and the venue was a landmark building, the Museum of Astronomy and History in Shanghai.

Yun Zi'an drove to the museum almost at lightning speed, opened the car door, and stepped on the wet ground. At that moment, all the wind and rain in the world rushed towards him, and his breath was full of the smell of rust.

During the rainstorm, the overall building of the museum was pitch black, and it was obviously not open to the public.

Yun Zian picked up a portable flashlight and a Swiss switchblade for self-defense from the car, took a few deep breaths, and walked around to the back door of the museum alone, sneaking in like a ghost.

The inside of the museum is pitch black, except for the escape notification sign emitting a faint green light on both sides of the corridor. Yun Zian tried his best to control the sound of his footsteps, but he couldn't stand the echo of empty steps coming from a distance. If he didn't have a strong psychological quality, I'm afraid that at this time, I will be frightened and fainted by the imagination in my head.

The dome of the entire museum is made of all glass. If it is a clear night, you can see the brilliant galaxy across the head when you look up. However, at this time, there is only a dull sound of heavy rain hitting the glass.

With a flashlight in his mouth and a map stolen from the front desk of the museum in his hand, Yun Zian is studying the structure of the entire museum. There is a small theater on the ground floor of the first floor that can accommodate about 500 people. Documentary, that should be where the orchestra performed.

After roughly determining the location, he folded the map in his hand and put it in his pocket, and walked quietly towards the stairwell, towards the direction of the small theater.

However, what was unexpected... When Yun Zian came to the basement floor, he saw a ray of light leaking from the closed door of the small theater at the end of the corridor.

Actually... someone?

At that moment, he held his breath subconsciously, and almost cautiously came to the crack of the door, half-turned his body and peeped in, intending to see what kind of scene it was inside.

But what is frowning is that the gap in the door is too narrow, and it is impossible to see the people and things inside.

Just when Yun Zi'an couldn't hold back and wanted to reach out to push the door, a tube-shaped cold and hard object suddenly pressed against his back, and a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Don't move."