Why can't people in this world think of it as good music material even if they try hard to think of it?
Including Professor Anton, and also his original owner before time travel.
Just like pop songs, only if you have listened to the song many times, you can immediately recognize it even if you don't listen to the melody, as long as a few chords are played in the intro.
Their previous research method was indeed to regard them as musical materials, partially intercepting, dismantling, splicing and combining them to facilitate their own creation.
But as the professor said in his diary, these sound sequences are mixed with another part of "mysterious chords", and the color effect may be a bit weird.
He still remembered the teacher’s previous advice:
"This kind of mysterious chord must not be played casually. If you want to try out how it sounds, you must mix it with a large number of other materials, or do not step on the sustain pedal to prevent the sounds from resonating together."
For example, Fan Ning read out one of the groups: C, F sharp, B, E an octave higher, A an octave higher, D an octave higher...
The tones in this chord are mostly pure fourths, augmented fourths, etc., which are completely different from the third structure of conventional chords.
Fan Ning can probably imagine the sound effect: the colors are cold, empty, and a little weird.
Even Professor Anton, who has never heard these classical music works, can still find their strangeness, but he just can't figure out why, so he studies hard.
As for Fan Ning, this will not disturb him even more.
He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall, and thought.
"Beethoven's "Tempest Sonata"?...Chopin's "Etude for the Black Keys"?...Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony"?..."
Fan Ning repeatedly tried to figure out the names of these 11 works in his mind, as well as his auditory memory, but he never found any special meaning.
"Da da da da da da" the sound of the carriage continued to sound.
When he opened his eyes again, Fan Ning looked at the dense notes and finally caught something!
These 11 tone series fragments are all recorded in the simplest key, that is, C major or A minor, which are all white keys on the piano.
But the 11 works hidden behind them must have different tones!
It is equivalent to when they were recorded as sound series fragments, they were all moved to the simplest key!
Similar to when singing in KTV, the original song is raised or lowered in key, and all become the same key.
Why?
Deliberately erasing the tonal differences between them?
Tonality…
Fan Ning's eyes flashed, he took out a small notebook from his inner pocket and unscrewed the pen cap.
He wrote it again.
The first one: Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 17 "The Tempest"" in D minor.
Second piece: Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 21 "Dawn" in C major.
The third piece: Bach's "Goldberg Variations", G major.
The fourth piece: Schubert's "Piano Sonata No. 21" in B flat major.
Piece 5: Mozart's "Clarinet Concerto" in A major
Sixth piece: Liszt "Sonata in B minor", B minor
No. 7: Shostakovich's "Symphony No. 9" in E flat major
Piece 8: Chopin's "Etude on the Black Keys" in G flat major
Ninth piece: Mendelssohn's "Violin Concerto", E minor
Picture 10: Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony", F minor
Piece 11: Chopin's "Polonaise in A flat major", A flat major
"I understand."
There are only 12 musical notes in the world, namely the seven white keys and the five black keys of the piano.
There are 11 tones corresponding to the 11 works.
The only thing missing is——
C sharp! That’s Do!
Missing, C sharp?
so what?
"We've arrived at Lenvan Avenue in East Mecklon, sir." The coachman's voice interrupted Fan Ning's thoughts.
"Chila, chila, chila..." Fan Ning tore the paper into pieces, crumpled it into a ball, and got out of the car.
No. 115 Lenvan Avenue, this small simple townhouse is his current residence - the house is not far from the art museum and was once used to provide accommodation for 4-5 art museum employees.
The air was damp and cold, and the wrought iron patterns on the stair handrails were greasy and gray. Fan Ning climbed the steps step by step, passed the yellowed posters posted on them, and opened the door to his home.
It has a living room, a simple kitchen and an underground storage room. Upstairs are two small rooms that can be used as bedrooms, with a separate bathroom. Although the space is not large, it is more than enough for one person to live in today.
More importantly, in this era when many middle-class people need to rent a house, it belongs entirely to Fanning - the current market valuation is about 500-600 pounds.
Fan Ning opened the piggy bank on the second floor, added a few shillings to his trouser pocket, and then put on an old but more flexible brown windbreaker.
Finally, he thought again and put on a tallow candle and a small box of yellow phosphorus matches.
After finishing the preparations, we set off on foot to the Turner Art Museum.
He walked past the townhouses in this area, passed through an alley of shabby houses, and came to Litchi Street, which runs parallel to Lenvan Avenue.
This area is the most prosperous area in East Mecklon, with horse-drawn carriages and cars coming in an endless stream, and crowds of people passing by.
Walk a little further east, pass a bright and clean cafe, and turn in at the animal sculpture.
A section of narrow alley downhill, more than 300 meters away, he saw the gate of the courtyard and the three-story large building inside.
The deeper the alley, the darker the light. The iron fence of the yard is already rusty, and the iron gate is unlocked and weakly hidden.
Fan Ning stretched out his hand and pulled out the disturbing creaking sound, then stepped in.
In this city filled with industrial waste gas, acid rain and dust, everything is being eroded at a doubling rate.
There are uneven stone bricks under the feet, and clumps of unknown yellow weeds grow out of the gaps, forming a desolate lodging shape. There are also a few piles of messy old things piled up in the corner of the yard.
The art gallery in front of him no longer had the colors he remembered. In the night, the building walls showed a thick gray and black color, and the oval windows on the first floor that were folded into the narrow arches were all tightly locked.
He walked up the steps, removed the dusty and greasy closure notice frame, moved his chest upwards, and opened the heavy brass lock with the key hanging around his neck.
The musty smell of decay mixed with dust filled the place.
The empty navigation hall only has a reception desk with no visible color.
Following his memory, Fan Ning took out an empty lantern behind the table, poured out the dust, replaced it with a tallow candle in his pocket, and lit it with a yellow phosphorus match.
Then he closed the door and locked it.
The air here is filled with the smell of decaying mold and dust, but breathing is not cramped. The vents in the entire building should still be functioning normally.
His hearing fell into absolute silence, and his vision fell into extreme darkness.
Except for the dim light from the lantern in his hand, he was given a visible distance of several meters.
Fan Ning feels that this space is becoming more and more strange and unreal.
He suddenly panicked and instinctively wanted to turn around and open the door to let in the little light from outside.
But he hesitated rationally and gave up the idea out of caution.
There is no water supply and lighting here. In such a large area and upstairs, what's the point of even having a light source at the door?
And it’s mainly unsafe to leave the door open.
After calming down, Fan Ning in the darkness began to search for the original owner's memories from two or three years ago.
After a while, he suddenly frowned.
Among the various complex unpleasant odors, there seems to be a faint rancid smell mixed in.
Dead rats? Disrepaired bathroom drains? Or
Don't scare yourself yet.
Fan Ning calmed down, picked up the lantern and walked forward, planning to go to the mobile exhibition hall on the first floor.