Chapter 334: 332. Artist (two chapters in one)


    In the hotel.


    Soft piano music began to y, soothing and sleep-inducing.


    But Tom couldn’t sleep at all. He stared with wide-open eyes at Du Wei, who was using hisptop to y the music while sitting on the couch, his expression on the verge of copse.


    Honestly speaking.


    Tom could party in the Red Light District for several days and nights, and even aftering out and doing high-intensity work, he wouldn’t feel any problem.


    But away from the Red Light District and without any direct work, he simply couldn’t hold up without sleep.


    Now it was past five in the morning, and there was still a long time before daylight, as the sun wouldn’t rise until after eight o’clock in Pnd due to the time difference.


    About ten minutes earlier, as soon as Du Wei returned to the hotel, he started searching through lubies on hisptop, one after another.


    “Dude, let’s search again tomorrow, I really can’t take it anymore, I’m begging you, all I want is to sleep now!”


    Tom rubbed his hair frantically, unable to help butin, “Also, there are many piano versions of lubiesposed by various pianists, at least a hundred, and the tune varies a bit with different performances. If you keep listening one by one, it’ll take at least a week!”


    “And what if you do find that luby? Then what?”


    Tompletely failed to imagine the significance of what Du Wei was doing.


    At that moment.


    Hearing this, Du Wei pressed the pause button, and with a bit of an apologetic tone said, “Sorry, I forgot to use headphones. You go to sleep now, I’m just going to look a little longer.”


    As he spoke, he searched his backpack for his earphones and plugged them into theptop.


    Seeing this, Tom said with even greater resignation, “Do you not need sleep at all?”


    Du Wei shook his head, “I’m already used to it. Besides, my intuition tells me that luby is important, I must find it.”


    Tom spread his hands, “Intuition? Every woman I’ve ever been with thinks I’m rich, but in reality, I’m from the Moonlight n. You actually believe in intuition? I’m surprised.”


    Du Wei nced at him and said speechlessly, “Intuition is just a conceptual term. When you’ve experienced many things, and you encounter simr situations again, your subconscious helps you make a judgment. I want to find that luby because the anomalies only urred after the music started ying.”


    “This could be a way to use it.”


    The conclusion drawn from logical analysis had no problems.


    However, what Du Wei was not yet aware of was that the luby had not been yed by Freddy but originated from the piano itself.


    He did not even know the name Freddy.


    Hearing Du Wei’s words, Tom asked in surprise, “So you’re suggesting that after getting that piano, you’ll y a luby? You even understand music?”


    Du Wei shook his head, “Not really, but when I was younger, my family signed me up for a few months of piano sses. I remember the basics quite clearly, so as long as I can memorize the score, I should be able to y, clumsily.”


    His family circumstances had been very good when he was young…


    However, that all became the past following his parents’ death.


    Tom couldn’t help but mock, “Hey… buddy, I actually took piano lessons too, and for much longer than you did. But ever since I joined the police academy, I forgot all that stuff. I only remember that my piano teacher had a nice figure. You only went to a few months of piano sses, and you’re telling me you just have to remember the score to y the piano?”


    After speaking, he stood up and shook his head, “I don’t think you can do it…”


    But Du Wei calmly stated, “I think I can.”


    Tom clicked his tongue in wonder, lit a cigarette for himself, and then headed toward the bedroom, “Okay then, future piano master Mr. Du Wei, I’m off to sleep. Take your time searching for that luby. I hope you find it by tomorrow.”


    Du Wei watched Tom’s retreating back and arched an eyebrow.


    He didn’t have a habit of bragging, so why didn’t Tom believe him?


    Memorizing the score mechanically should not be too difficult, as long as he had some understanding of the piano keys. ying a simple luby shouldn’t be a big problem.


    It would just take a little bit of luck to get the hang of it quickly.


    As for finding that luby, it shouldn’t take too long.


    Du Wei returned his gaze to theptop screen…


    At this moment, on the browser where he was searching, there were only three pages left for the luby entries.


    The filter criterion on the browser was selected for — 20 years ago.


    He continued searching through the lubies one by one.


    About ten minutester, Du Wei’s eyes lit up, and he hit the pause button.


    The tune of this luby was identical to the one he heard, other than a difference in timbre.


    But then, Du Wei nced at the creator’s name unintentionally and his expression suddenly changed.


    On the webpage, the creator of this luby was — Ryan Hamel.


    “Ryan?”


    Du Wei frowned and muttered, then felt it was strange, “It shouldn’t be the Ryan I know. Twenty years ago, he was only eight or nine years old.”


    As he finished speaking.


    Du Wei hesitated for a moment, then typed Ryan Hamel into the browser and started the search.


    Soon, the browser disyed a brief chronology of Ryan Hamel’s life.


    But it was very short…


    [Name: Ryan Hamel]


    [Date of Birth: 1962-???]


    [Born in St. Bodia, his parents were core members of the church…]


    The amount of information avable for search was only this much.


    Even a photo could not be found.


    Relieved, Du Wei recalled that he first encountered Ryan in Hill Psychiatric Hospital. He was aplete lunatic, and even during theirst contact in the Dream World, Du Wei hadn’t noticed anything off about him.


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