musicians of old

Chapter 108 Summary of Clues

"Ms. Silvia, I must first apologize to you, the manuscript is gone."

"Translator" Fabian said so.

The scene was a little quiet for a while, and everyone still remembered a series of unpleasant conversations caused by his lagging translation progress during the last party.

...Fast forward today to the fact that the literature is gone?

Sylvia smiled coquettishly and lazily, but everyone felt a chill from their feet to their heads: "Thirty seconds for explanation, Mr. Translator."

"The guys from the authorities raided it, and then I burned it." Fabian's voice was low and calm, "The good news is that the other place where the translated manuscripts are hidden is safe and sound, although due to the special layout of the document, there is currently no real progress , but a large amount of basic sorting work is progressing rapidly, and it is expected that there will be a leaping breakthrough soon."

Sylvia threw out a small booklet, which was caught by Fabian.

"A reasonable excuse, disappointing progress, and a good sense of anticipation. The spare copy is put away." Her voice was gentle at first, and then turned cold. "However, this is the last time I endured... and there is no reward."

"...do you think I'm that idiot who needs to hang his life on the 'oil of black bones'?" Fabian sneered from the bottom of his heart, and promised to say yes.

"Next." Sylvia said again.

Fanning coughed softly as the woman's eyes fell on Joan.

Joan was lying on the table and writing quickly. At this moment, she raised her head and looked at Sylvia, then pointed to Mr. Mendeleev, and whispered a few short syllables: "I won't say anything."

The perfumer said at this time: "Miss Purple Bean Cake, you don't seem to be very active at this party? Are you in a bad mood recently? Are you still in any trouble?"

Fanning watched her movements and tone.

As a transaction appraiser or notary, this perfumer seems to seldom open his mouth. Why did he suddenly ask such a bland question?

Thinking again of the identity of the perfumer as the controller behind Prudence, Fanning frowned deeply behind the mask.

So asked, Joan finally said a little louder and longer: "Sorry, I want to write to Mr. Mendeleev before the end."

Joan is indeed in a bit of an embarrassing situation now. Her dean is only one meter away from where she sits, and she has to avoid talking as much as possible, and she can’t replace communication with strange behaviors such as silence, sign language, or omitting necessary elements of sentences. Fan Ning herself couldn't think of a good way to deal with it for a while.

Fanning smoothed things over and said with a smile: "I'm glad this little girl has found a more efficient way to earn ectoplasm."

Sylvia also said at this time: "I like people who always think about saving everyone's time."

During the dialogue between these two sentences, Fabian turned his head and looked at Joan a few more times.

Seeing this scene, Fan Ning suddenly remembered that he seemed to have overlooked something!
He tentatively smiled and said, "Miss Purple Bean Cake, you can definitely earn two spiritual liquids, Mr. Translator is still waiting for your secret formula... I think Mr. Translator should like the sample you sent last time." .”

Joan's little head suddenly lifted up to look at Fanning, tilted her head a little, and looked to the side again. .

But the "translator" had already opened his mouth, and he laughed dully twice: "It's been too long, and the trouble has been resolved separately, hehe... I won't pay myself."

So Fan Ning thought to himself: "My previous assumption was that Fabian's knowledge of the previous gatherings came from Lorraine, but this test seems to show that this assumption is wrong...how could Lorraine bring the situation of the last gathering to him?" Fabian? Well, there is a time difference of about an hour from the distortion event, maybe it is still Lorraine, but I think the probability of this is very low, I would rather assume that it is another person..."

"Who could it be..." The pupils under Fanning's mask rolled rapidly.

Sylvia said to Fanning again at this time: "Mr. Mendeleev, I invite you to join our commission again."

"My interest is the Special Patrol Office. Do you plan to come here?" Fanning said with a relaxed and smiling tone.

"Hehehe...Mr. Mendeleev really has lofty ambitions, so I wish you success first, and it is not ruled out that we will have common goals in the future."

So this gathering ended earlier than before. Sylvia finally emphasized the tension of the situation, explaining that the next gathering is to be determined, and that everyone should always pay attention to the news of the middleman, and then the organization will draw lots in sequence with longer intervals, starting from different times. Directions left, taking longer than the party itself.

Both Fanning and Joan were drawn to mid-table.

On the rancid Riverside Street, in a relatively flat place above the collapsed steel bracket, Lawyer Monroe in black lay there quietly, watching two people with green smoke rising from the top of the pole, and under the lens of a sniper rifle Paddle back to shore.

In order to prevent other wise people from having a strong spiritual warning after an accident, he did not choose to put his right hand on the trigger area.

"You came back calmly without any danger. Why do you look like this? The expected harvest has not been achieved?" Monroe asked Fan Ning after the three met and walked in a row among the ruins and bad roads.

"The harvest is not unexpected, the identity verification of the agent, the misleading of the action time, the acquisition of the 'Golden Spark'...but many situations are more complicated than I thought before..."

Fanning first gave a rough account of a series of unexpected situations at the party, but he was inconvenient to share Joan's risk—at this time, he took off his disguise, while the girl next to him was still wearing a cloak and mask, and followed silently.

"...so I would like to thank my friend. In order to prevent further troubles at the party, he has repeatedly cooperated with me. The specific situation will be analyzed together after we go back." Fan Ning concluded in this way.

After crossing the Quay Bridge across the Pushore River and entering the Wailenian neighbourhood, Joan was the first to say goodbye.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening when the two returned to the Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office. The door of Office 209 was pushed open from the inside, and Sheeran, who was in pajamas, took a look at Fanning.

With a hasty wave, Fanning headed to the small conference room for a late-night huddle.

At present, all the strength of the Guiding School in the Uvransell branch, including the president Viadrin and the four permanent branch offices, as well as the lead liaison officers of the investigation teams in the six major urban areas.

In all, there were 11 regular members, a number that Fanning thinks may be close to that of the Bolognese chapter in St. Lania.

The 4 people in the office of the branch have gathered, Du Pont, Fan Ning, Monroe, and Cyndia, the elixir master who had never met before, and everyone began to summarize all the information in recent months on the small blackboard one by one.

""Experiencing Officer": I was identified as Eroff, the chief engineer of the Jinlangia Watch Workshop. After being injured and escaped by the Guidance School, he appeared in an underground party again, and associated with the secret organization "Transcendence Club" to worship the Lord of Witness" "Watching death" and "heart flow" are suspected to be related to the "Mengnan Incident", and it is also suspected that radioactive substances are used to create opportunities for workers' lives to pass abnormally and collect their vitality."

Fan Ning drew the line from the position of the experience officer and connected to Julius, the principal violinist of the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra.

""Broker": identified as Spencer Cecil, head of Onyx Culture Media Company, associated with the secret organization "Pleasure Listening", worships the Lord of Witness "Red Pond", and its members pass the "Secret Ritual" Stealing Professor Anton's first acquaintance, the strange part-time job caused many people in the school to go crazy."

Fanning drew a line from the manager's position and connected to Ram Cecil, the leader of the third group of the Saint Lenia Conservatory of Music.

Du Pont added with a pen: the method suspected to have happened seven or eight years ago, and later led to the mysterious incident of the death of the civilian staff of the Guiding School (referring to Sister Xilan).

""Translator": Professor Lorraine who has died of distortion, first vice president of the Conservatory of Music, member of the Bologna School"

Fan Ning connected the previous team leader Cecil with Professor Lorraine here, and then continued to connect to Professor Fabian who replaced the meeting.

""Perfumer": The identity and motivation are unknown, and he is suspected to be the controller behind the Prudence Auction House."

""Sylvia": Identity and motive unknown, party organizer."

That's all sorted out.

"Do you have any opinions, conjectures, or feelings?" Fanning asked loudly.

"The current internal situation of the Bologna School may have serious problems." Lawyer Monroe was the first to speak.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Dupont said: "From the current situation, some members of the Bologna School are related to the Pleasure Listening Club and the Transcendence Club, but the latter two organizations seem to only play a partial role in the underground party."

After some consideration, Fan Ning asked, "Have you ever heard of an organization called the Harmonization School?"

(End of this chapter)