In a cafe opposite the Royal Albert Hall in London, England.
"This is a list from 1994 to 2003," Li Benzheng showed Zhao Yu a picture on his mobile phone. "According to their person in charge, this can only be traced back to 1994, and 1994 Years ago, the Royal Symphony Orchestra performed at the Theater Royal, but the Theater Royal has been renovated, so a lot of information has been lost... "
"No way?" Zhao Yu grinned and said, "There were only two left-ear cases in 1994 and 1995. There must be many people with the same name on the list, right?"
Looking at the densely packed English information, Zhao Yu couldn't help but frown.
"Don't tell me you've lost your patience!" Li Benzheng smiled calmly, "Don't tell me that I got so many, even if there is only one copy, we have already opened half the door to the truth!"
"I know," Zhao Yu said angrily, "We only need to find an older man on the list, and then find him and question him face to face, and we can find the suspect, right?"
"Isn't it?" Li Benzheng raised his lips, "If we find the murderer of the Zuo Er case, we can find clues to his successor. If we find the clues, we can solve them early!
“In this way, I no longer have to worry and can live a stable life with my son!
"Oh, you will realize it only when you are used to seeing strong winds and waves," Li Benzheng took a sip of juice happily, "it is true that it is ordinary!"
"You are really optimistic," Zhao Yu said, "But why do I feel that the closer we get to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes!
"Old Li Tou, this is how it is played in the movies. I often feel that I am about to get over it, but I just end up losing my life. Don't just get the box lunch casually..."
"Huh? Receive a box lunch?" Li Benzheng was puzzled, "What does it mean to receive a box lunch?"
Oh, only then did Zhao Yu realize that the other party was a foreigner.
"Okay," Zhao Yu pointed at the phone screen and said, "Who do you think we should start with?"
"Just pick one!" Li Benzheng smiled faintly, "These people are quite old. If you pick just one, you should know it!"
"Okay..." Zhao Yu said, "Then let's find the one closest to us first, right?"
After saying that, he looked at his watch and asked, "It's already half past ten, they should start practicing, right?"
"Albert, the cellist," Li Benzheng said, "I like this name. He is 56 years old this year. He was in his prime in the 1990s, so let's start with him!"
"I..." Zhao Yu looked at the delicious food on the table, "I haven't finished eating yet!"
"Okay," Li Benzheng looked out the window and said, "You eat slowly and let me do it!"
After saying that, he picked up the phone, turned around and left the restaurant, and said confidently: "When I come back, we will know who the real culprit in the Zuo Er case is!"
"Hello… "
Looking at Li Benzheng's leaving figure, Zhao Yu felt even more uneasy.
He has watched too many movies and knows that many detective plots involve accidents at critical moments, especially since Li Benzheng was a bit abnormal today.
Combined with his previous experience in handling cases in Tokyo, Zhao Yu felt more and more that he could not let Li Benzheng go alone.
So, he quickly stood up and wanted to chase after him.
But just as he stood up, he suddenly heard a waiter talking behind him:
"Hey, Victor, it's already half past ten. It's okay if you don't go inside to practice the piano. Why are you still drunk? If your leader finds out, you will have to be fired!"
After arriving in London, Zhao Yu kept the simultaneous translator on and stayed on the English channel, so he fully understood the words.
With more than 1,000 points, he can keep the simultaneous translator on almost every day. He is not short of points now, so he keeps it on.
After hearing this sentence, he keenly felt that the person the waiter was referring to might be the musician of the orchestra.
So, he took back the steps he had already taken.
However, just in case, he still used an emergency ball, which hit Li Benzheng from a distance.
In this way, the safe ball can help him save his life at least once.
If something unexpected happens, it won't be a disaster.
After using it, Zhao Yu saw a silver-haired old man sitting at a dining table not far behind him.
The old man didn't order anything, he just sat there and read the newspaper. At the same time, he held a silver flask and poured wine into his mouth while reading the newspaper.
"I'm the old man of the orchestra, and the leader has no right to fire me," the old man said to the waiter with a smile. "Kid, do you know? Symphony requires passion more than any other music. Sometimes drinking a little wine can be more... It helps me perform better, haha..."
"But you have to at least order something, right?" The waiter did not say this clearly, but bit his lip and muttered with a smile, "The salary is so high, but you are so stingy and don't even give a tip..."
With that said, the waiter had already left in disgust, but Zhao Yu came up from behind.
"Oh, it turns out you are the master of the Royal Symphony Orchestra!" Zhao Yu said excitedly in fluent English, "I have seen your performance a long time ago, it is so impressive... Hahaha..."
"Well..." The old man glanced at Zhao Yu and asked, "Are you..."
"I... I'm just a little fan of the Royal Symphony Orchestra!" Zhao Yu naturally sat next to the old man, "I didn't expect to see you here. It's such a pleasure to meet you!"
As he spoke, Zhao Yu extended his right hand enthusiastically.
"Opposite is where we work." Although the old man shook hands, he was still vigilant. "The coffee here is very authentic. If you don't see one or two, it's a good chance to meet you!"
"Haha, you are so funny," Zhao Yu said with a smile, "Can you believe it? In fact, I just watched your performance, but I can't remember your name! You are..."
Zhao Yu wanted to deceive the other party's name, but the old man just looked at Zhao Yu indifferently and remained silent.
"Haha," Zhao Yu chuckled a few times and got straight to the point, "Actually, to tell you the truth, I watched almost all of the Royal Symphony Orchestra's overseas performances in the 1990s. I was still young at that time, and my father Take me with you!
"I remember that there was a musician with a hearing disability in the orchestra who played particularly well. Do you remember him?"
"Did you... drink something expired?" The old man turned his back, unscrewed the bottle and took a sip of wine, ignoring Zhao Yu.
"No, no, no, I watched Seoul and Tokyo in 1991, New Delhi in 1992, New York and Amsterdam in 1993, and Manila in 1994...
"The person with the disabled ear is always there, oh... oh... I understand," Zhao Yu said deliberately, "At that time, you were not there, you were not here..."
"Boy, do you know who I am?" The old man turned his head, glared at Zhao Yu, and asked, "Do you know which instrument I play?"
"You... um..." Zhao Yu quickly began to observe.
There are no calluses on the old man's hands. It shouldn't be a string instrument like a violin, nor does it look like a drum player. So... it can only be orchestral music
"Are you playing... blowing... something? Clarinet? Clarinet, or saxophone?"
"Hahahaha..." The old man smiled and gestured with his hands, "I am the conductor of the orchestra! I have been in the Royal Symphony Orchestra for almost a lifetime!
"But, I have never heard of anyone with a disabled ear! Don't think about it, if you have a disabled ear, how can you... um... um... "
At this point, the old man paused and his eyes became misty, as if he had thought of something.
"Don't tell me... In those days, there was actually one person in the regiment who had an ear problem..." The old man looked at Zhao Yu curiously, "But... how did you know?"
(End of chapter)