In a cafe opposite the Royal Albert Hall in London, England.
"This is a list of names from 1994 to 2003." Li Bencheng showed Zhao Yu a picture on his phone. "According to the person in charge, this can only be traced back to 1994. Before 1994, the Royal Symphony Orchestra performed at the Royal Theatre, but the Royal Theatre had been rebuilt, so a lot of information was lost …"
"Really?" Zhao Yu grinned. "There were only two Left Ear Case in 1994 and 1995. There must be a lot of people with the same name on the list, right?"
Looking at the dense English information, Zhao Yu couldn't help but frown.
"Don't tell me you've lost your patience!" Li Bencheng smiled calmly. "Not to mention that I've got so much information, even if there is only one, we have already knocked on half the door to the truth!"
"I know," Zhao Yu said impatiently. "We just need to find an old man on the list, then find him and ask him face-to-face. Then, we can find the suspect, right?"
"Isn't that right?" Li Bencheng smiled. "If we find the murderer of the Left Ear Case, we can find clues about the successor. If we find clues, we can get rid of them earlier!
This way, I won't have to worry anymore, and I can live a stable life with my son!
"Aiya, only when you're used to big storms will you realize this." Li Bencheng took a sip of juice. "Being ordinary is the truth!"
"You're really optimistic," Zhao Yu said. "But why do I feel that the closer we get to the truth, the more dangerous it will be?
"Old Li, that's how it is in the movies. Often, when you feel like you're about to make it, you lose your life. Don't just take a lunch box …"
"Huh? Take a lunch box? "Li Bencheng was puzzled." What do you mean by take a lunch box? "
Zhao Yu then realized that the person was a foreigner.
"Well," Zhao Yu pointed at the phone screen and said, "Who do you think we should start with?"
"Just pick one!" Li Bencheng smiled faintly. "These people are not young. Just pick one and you should know!"
"Okay …" Zhao Yu said. "Then let's find the one closest to us first."
After that, he looked at his watch and asked, "It's already 10: 30. They should have started practicing, right?"
"Albert, cellist," Li Bencheng said. "I like this name. He's 56 years old this year, and he was in his prime in the 1990s. Let's start with him!"
"I …" Zhao Yu looked at the table full of delicious food. "I haven't finished eating yet!"
"Alright." Li Bencheng looked out the window and said, "Take your time and let me handle it!"
After that, he picked up his phone, turned around, and left the restaurant. At the same time, he said confidently, "When I come back, we will know who the real murderer of the Left Ear Case is!"
"Hey …"
Looking at Li Bencheng's back as he left, Zhao Yu felt even more uneasy.
Having watched too many movies, he knew that many detective plots had accidents at critical moments, especially Li Bencheng's behavior today.
Combined with his previous experience with the case in Tokyo, Zhao Yu felt that he couldn't let Li Bencheng go alone.
Therefore, he quickly got up and wanted to chase after them.
But just as he got up, he suddenly heard a waiter behind him talking.
"Hey, Victor, it's already 10: 30. It's fine if you don't go inside to practice, but why are you drinking? If your leader finds out, he will definitely fire you! "
After arriving in London, Zhao Yu had been using the simultaneous translator, and it was always on the English channel, so he could completely understand what the waiter was saying.
With more than 1,000 points, he could almost keep the simultaneous translator on every day. He didn't lack points, so he kept it on.
After hearing this, he keenly felt that the person the waiter was referring to was probably the musician of the orchestra.
Thus, he retracted his foot that had already taken a step forward.
However, just in case, he still used an Emergency Evacuation Ball on Li Bencheng from afar.
In this way, the Emergency Evacuation Ball could save his life at least once.
If there was an accident, he wouldn't die.
After using it, Zhao Yu saw a silver-haired old man sitting at a table not far behind him.
The old man didn't order anything, but just sat there reading the newspaper. At the same time, he was holding a silver wine pot, reading the newspaper while pouring wine into his mouth.
"I'm an old member of the orchestra, so the leader has no right to fire me." The old man smiled at the waiter and said, "Kid, you know what? Symphony music requires passion more than any other music. Sometimes, drinking a little wine helps me perform better. Hehe … "
"But, you should at least order something, right?" The waiter didn't say this out loud. Instead, he bit his lip and muttered, "The salary is so high, but he's so stingy. He doesn't even give a tip …"
Then, the waiter walked away, but Zhao Yu came up from behind.
"Oh, so you are the master of the Royal Symphony Orchestra!" Zhao Yu said excitedly in fluent English. "I saw your performance a long time ago. It was so impressive … Wahaha …"
"Mm …" The old man glanced at Zhao Yu and asked, "You are …"
"I … I am just a fan of the Royal Symphony Orchestra!" Zhao Yu sat next to the old man. "I didn't expect to see you here. What a pleasure to meet you!"
Then, Zhao Yu extended his right hand enthusiastically.
"Our workplace is just across the street." Although the old man shook his hand, he was still alert. "The coffee here is very authentic. It would be a pleasure if I didn't see one or two of you!"
"Haha, you are so humorous." Zhao Yu laughed. "Can you believe it? Actually, I've only seen your performance, but I can't remember your name! You are … "
Zhao Yu wanted to trick the old man into telling him his name, but the old man just looked at Zhao Yu calmly and remained silent.
"Haha," Zhao Yu laughed awkwardly and went straight to the point. "Actually, to tell you the truth, I've seen almost all of the Royal Symphony Orchestra's overseas performances in the 1990s. I was still young then, and it was my father who took me there!
"I remember that there was a musician in the orchestra who had a disability in his ears. He played very well. Do you remember him?"
"You … Did you drink something that has expired?" The old man turned his back to Zhao Yu, then unscrewed the bottle and took a sip, ignoring Zhao Yu.
"No, no, no. Seoul and Tokyo in '91, New Delhi in' 92, New York and Amsterdam in '93, and Manila in' 94. I saw all of them …"
"The person with a disability in his ears was always there. Oh … Oh … I understand," Zhao Yu said deliberately. "At that time, you weren't there. You weren't there …"
"Kid, do you know who I am?" The old man turned his head and glared at Zhao Yu. "Do you know what kind of instrument I play?"
"You … Mm …" Zhao Yu quickly began to observe.
The old man's hands did not have calluses, so it shouldn't be a violin or a string instrument. It didn't look like a drum player either. So … Could it be an orchestra?
"Are you bragging … bragging … bragging again? Clarinet? Saxophone? Clarinet? Saxophone? "
"Hahahaha …" The old man laughed and gestured with his hands. "I conduct the orchestra! I've been in the Royal Symphony Orchestra for almost my entire life!
But, I've never heard of anyone with a disability in their ears! Think about it, if one had a disability in their ears, how could they … Mm … Mm … "
Speaking of this, the old man paused. His eyes became misty, as if he had thought of something.
"Actually … In that era, there really was a person with a hearing problem in the orchestra …" The old man looked at Zhao Yu curiously. "But … How did you know?"
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