"Again?" Tong Lele looked at Lei Lanting and whispered.
"What's 'coming again'?" Seeing the other two people picking up knives at the same time, Dong Qiangqiang felt strange.
"There was a strange sound. It was there when we came in just now. Lao Lei went up to check it out and said it was the sound of a ball falling on the floor."
"Did you two come in just now?"
Tong Lele blushed and was embarrassed to continue talking.
"We arrived very early, and then Lele... felt uncomfortable. I took her to the station, but missed the bus, so I had to walk back. I happened to meet you and the German." Fortunately, Lei Lanting was quick-thinking. , without saying what Tong Lele was afraid of, Tong Lele looked at him gratefully.
"Is there anyone else in this house?" Dong Qiangqiang saw that Lei Lanting was also nervous, and felt even more strange, "Didn't the agent tell you?"
Lei Lanting shook his head: "Last time the agent just showed me the environment briefly, gave me a bunch of keys, told me about the cleaning requirements, and didn't say anything else."
"Well, let's go up and take a look later, so that everyone feels more at ease. Maybe the agency will ask other people to clean up. With more people, we can clean up faster. But before we go up, you two have to wait for me to clean up the ducks and fish. Put everything away." After saying that, Dong Qiangqiang began to brush the duck with the secret honey juice he had prepared.
Lei Lanting had experienced teaming up with Dong Qiangqiang to resist violence, and today he saw him drunkenly capture a wild boar, and he admired him so much. Hearing what he said, Lei Lanting also felt that he was too nervous. He and Tong Lele put down the knives in their hands and came to help Dong Qiangqiang.
Because the ducks had been cleaned at home, the honey was brushed quickly. Dong Qiangqiang was brushing the ducks hard by the oven, and Lei Lanting was cleaning the fish by the pool. Tong Lele looked at the two men working and suddenly felt a sense of happiness.
The two ducks were quickly brushed. Dong Qiangqiang wiped the sweat on his head with his arm. When he looked up, he saw Tong Lele staring at him intently. He joked: "Are you anxious about waiting?"
When Dong Qiangqiang saw that she was peeping, Tong Lele blushed, turned her face away, and muttered: "Beijing people are not as greedy as you."
Before Dong Qiangqiang had time to refute, Lei Lanting on the side said: "Don't make regional remarks. Roast duck is a good thing. Even foreigners are also greedy for our roast duck."
Dong Qiangqiang hung the two ducks on the hanging rod of the oven and suggested: "Bake the ducks and fish separately, otherwise the flavors will be mixed and the food will not taste good."
Tong Lele and Lei Lanting unanimously agreed with this suggestion.
After Dong Qiangqiang set the baking time and temperature, he turned the switch and the oven buzzed.
After the duck went into the oven, Dong Qiangqiang was free. Seeing that Lei Lanting still had a few fish to clean up, Dong Qiangqiang stretched out his hand to pick up one to help him deal with it. Lei Lanting quickly held his hand and said, "You have a rest, just let me take care of these fish."
"That's it, you take your time to pack it up first. I'll just go upstairs to check." Dong Qiangqiang said as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Take this." Lei Lanting said behind him. Dong Qiangqiang turned his head and saw Lei Lanting handing him a German boning knife.
"No need? Is it so exaggerated?" Dong Qiangqiang said with a smile, "I just went upstairs to take a look and didn't go out."
"Be prepared," Lei Lanting insisted. "If you encounter an animal, you have someone to defend yourself. Take it with you."
Seeing Lei Lanting's serious look, Dong Qiangqiang reached out and took the boning knife. The knife is heavy in the hand and has great weight.
Following the stairs, Dong Qiangqiang arrived outside the room on the second floor directly above the kitchen on the first floor. Seeing that the door was closed, he knocked on the door with his hand, but no one answered. He tried turning the doorknob, but the door opened instantly. He reached out and fumbled on the wall next to the door, and turned on the light in the room.
As the lights gradually turned on, Dong Qiangqiang saw that this was a study room. There were huge bookcases on three walls, filled with various books. There are also some photo frames and dolls scattered on the bookcase. There is a window on the other wall, and a desk is placed under the window as on the first floor.
The room is clearly visible and no one can be hidden.
Dong Qiangqiang felt strange: he and the other two people clearly heard the footsteps. If the sound did not come from this room, where did it come from?
After walking out of the study, he looked around all the other rooms on the second floor. But what surprised him was that in addition to the bedroom, study and bathroom on the second floor, the room next to the stairs turned out to be a music room.
The music room is about 25 square meters. The wood, furniture and even the ceiling are completely different from other rooms. Even a layman like Dong Qiangqiang can tell that the decoration of this room is more elaborate than other rooms.
There is an oil painting of a portrait hanging on the wall of the room. The person in the oil painting has white curly hair, wearing a slim black palace dress, and looking away with bright eyes.
Dong Qiangqiang took a closer look at the wooden sign under the oil painting and saw a few letters engraved on it: JSBACH.
It turned out to be the great musician Bach. Although Dong Qiangqiang is not a classical music fan, he is also aware of Bach's status in the German music industry. It seems that the owner of this house is a Bach fan.
His eyes fell on the row of bookshelves closest to him. The bookshelves were about two meters high. Various music-related books and magazines were stacked at different heights. Through the gaps between the books, Dong Qiangqiang could vaguely see the few books behind him. The arrangement of bookshelves is similar.
A large, rectangular, dusty cardboard box at the bottom of the bookshelf caught his attention.
He walked to the carton, squatted down slowly, put the knife beside him, and pulled the carton out with his right hand.
The carton was very heavy, but Dong Qiangqiang didn't pull it even when he pulled it.
Dong Qiangqiang stretched out his hands, and with a little more force, the carton was pulled to the wooden floor. The ash on the carton suddenly flew up, causing him to cough twice.
He dusted off the loose soil on the carton, tore off the yellow seal, and saw a ginger-yellow oil paper bag. He tore open the paper bag sealed with tape and pierced the mouth, revealing a large translucent plastic bag inside. Dong Qiangqiang curiously opened the seal of the plastic bag and found that it was filled with black records. He made a rough count and found that there were nearly two hundred of them. In addition to the well-known musicians, there are also many works by German musicians that he has never heard of.
He took out a piece at random from the paper bag and saw a few rows of German words printed on the record. Dong Qiangqiang looked at it for a while and stammered out: "Brandenburg Concerto." He looked at the record again. The recording time turned out to be 1943, which shocked Dong Qiangqiang. He didn't expect that it was a music product before World War II.
He carefully put the record into the record player and gently put the needle on it. The record slowly spun in the record player and made a squeaking sound. Dong Qiangqiang stared at the record player intently. After about ten seconds, the melodious sound came out. The melody flows slowly from under the needle.
Dong Qiangqiang was intoxicated with classical music when Lei Lanting suddenly stumbled in from the door: "Old Dong, come and see this way..."
Before he finished speaking, he also heard soothing and sweet music and saw a carton of records on the floor. He wondered: "This is..."
"These records were all found in this house," Dong Qiangqiang said excitedly, pointing to the records. "The owner of this house must be a music lover, maybe a musician."
"I don't know if he's a musician, but he must be..." Lei Lanting blinked and pretended, "Come down and see what good stuff Tong Lele has discovered."
The two ran down the stairs, and the door of the music room suddenly closed slowly from the inside.
