musicians of old

Chapter 233 "Smooth Conversation" (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Slightly surprised, in line with expectations." Fanning spit out a few words in a low voice.

He climbed up the front steps of the Rylatim Chemical Trading Company and approached the shuttered windows.

With the dark glass and the black lights, he couldn't see anything clearly, but he seemed to smell a pungent smell, which was vaguely reserved, and it would be indistinguishable if he stood a little farther away.

The source of purchasing the luminous paint from the clock factory, and the "derived" phase spiritual softener from the paint factory of the Langefni Workhouse?
Inspiration threaded into the closed iron door as if there was nothing there. In theory, as long as an invisible force was applied outward, or the heavy object inside was directed to hit the door several times rapidly, it could be opened violently.

But the movement will be a bit big, and there is no need to take this method at present.

"The roof." Fanning looked up at the six-story blue-gray building.

He raised his wrist in another direction, and the masonry rubbed against each other, making a slight sound, accompanied by the sound of tearing dirt and grass roots.

An extremely thick steel manhole cover with a diameter of nearly two meters floated over, spilling soil all the way, and finally suspended quietly at a height of tens of centimeters in front of the two of them.

Sheeran, dressed as Vassius and wearing a black cloak all over his body, stepped on it first.

The manhole cover begins to rise at a moderate rate.

The line of sight is getting higher and higher, and the distance from the ground is getting higher and higher. The night wind blows away the hot feeling of the body surface in summer. What catches the eye is the green plants and flowers planted in the steel grille around the roof, and then the large red sunshade The top of the shed.

Until the rising height was parallel to the roof, she saw the spotless warm yellow bricks and stones covering the ground, and a dozen or so wooden seats and sofas with white leather surfaces.Under the eaves on the other side, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room are filled with warm orange light, and the coffee bar, newspaper rack, phonograph, aquarium and other leisure items are clearly visible.

"Hey, who is this friend? You have an unusual way of visiting." A woman's coquettish voice came from the lounge chair under the awning.

Sylvia, who was wearing a goose yellow tea break dress, was leaning on the bench in a weary posture. The mask she wore today only covered the upper half of her face, revealing her red lips and small chin. She took a sip from the tall glass cocktail, and gently shake the bright red liquid in his hand.

"Good evening." Sheeran followed Vassius's subconscious habits of speech and deeds, and greeted him casually, a few syllables were enough to reveal the characteristics of his voice.

After she finished probing, she still stood on the manhole cover outside the roof, secretly observing the other party's reaction.

"Who did I think it was?" Sylvia stretched her body and sat up with her legs crossed, "Your professionalism is really excellent, and you arrived earlier than your investigation subjects, and I found that you can always call Unleash some strange invisible force."

Hearing this, Sheeran slowly took off the cloak on her body, revealing Vassius's short-featured face under the top hat.

"I'm not here for a vacation." She said "hehe" twice with a half-smile: "You will enjoy it, when can the two of us take turns?"

"Do you think it's fun to be with these lunatics?" Sylvia said, "How about the 'Gate of No Light' you were arranged for?"

"The guarantee task is considered complete, but there are always new troubles." Sheeran replied.

"Is that damn place easy to stay in?"

"You can try it."

"Sit down." Sylvia smiled coquettishly, and took another sip of the cocktail. "The people from the Harmony School are coming up soon. It is recommended to put on the cloak, if you are interested in staying here and listening for a while."

"The topic of today's discussion is the 'Gate of Coincidence'?" Sheeran asked.

"I hope that group of guys can help us open it safely." Sylvia nodded, "If the wreckage of 'Catastrophe' can be contained, using its 'probability, causality and connection' characteristics, Mr. Poglerich may be able to Deduce the relevant high-level secret rituals, so as to retrieve more clues to the remains of other Qiyuanshen."

When the conversation reached this point, Xilan secretly went through several key elements in his mind.

Recognizing the sound line, the name of the door, knowing that Vassius' work needs to enter a hidden place, reminding himself to put on the cloak now, directly speaking of the "disaster" feature, and mentioning Poglerich's plan
It is basically confirmed that Sylvia's identity is undoubtedly an informant of the Special Patrol Office.

She nodded, put on her cloak again, took steps from the manhole cover, and set her feet on the stone bricks on the roof.

When she walked under the awning and sat down next to Sylvia, the door under the eaves opened beside the French windows.

downstairs.

Fan Ning stood beside the bushes in a corner of the withered courtyard, carefully surveying the surrounding environment with his eyes, and at the same time, the thread of inspiration acting on the steel manhole cover was always sensing subtle changes.

Among the various signals agreed upon before, if Sheeran taps the soles of his feet twice, it means that there is an unexpected situation that requires evacuation, and he will immediately control the manhole cover to float down at the fastest speed within a safe range.

At this moment, the weight of the girl stepping on it disappeared, which showed that her conversation with someone on the top of the building was basically in line with expectations, and she went straight down.

The manhole cover fell from the roof of the building with the acceleration of free fall, then slowed down suddenly when it approached the ground, and finally touched the soil silently.

A beam of headlights pierced the night sky and quickly passed over the walls of the buildings in the alley, accompanied by the roar of the engine from far and near.

In the dark courtyard, Fanning leaned calmly at the door, watching the headlights illuminate his figure, and then watched the front of a red car gradually become clearly visible from the dazzling light.

This is definitely not the one that kicked down the river, but why is it also so dilapidated?
Fanning looked puzzled at the rolled-up hood of the sedan.

After the small car drove into the courtyard, it first braked crookedly, the side door scraped harshly on the abandoned street light pole, and then stepped on the accelerator to back up for a while, the tires ran over several uneven floor tiles, and finally the taillights With a "bang", it hit the barbed wire behind it firmly.

"It's a shame that you arrived earlier than me." The car stopped, and Benjamin's legs stepped out of the cab.

"Drunk driving?" Fanning asked with a smile of interest.

"Of course not. Alcohol makes people unable to stay sane and sober." Benjamin shook his head seriously, "What do you think of my new car?"

Fanning just wanted to continue talking, but then he saw Benjamin's appearance clearly, and his pupils shrank for a while.

Benjamin's eye sockets were sunken, all exposed skin was covered with colorful bruises like birthmarks, his muscles were slack all over his body, and his originally broad forehead became an indescribably strange shape.

Fanning raised his hand, and a brown short-barreled shotgun floated out of the cockpit behind Benjamin and fell directly into his hand.

"Open the door and lead the way." Fanning didn't point the gun at him, but held it casually in his hand, and turned around.

For the time being, Fan Ning has no intention of exploring on his own, or coercing these people to cooperate with his investigation. He just made a few more random moves to show his deterrent power on the basis of the original powerful aura of spirituality.

Now the high-level invisible power that Fan Ning can use is very powerful, not only reflected in the use of violence, but also can complete some special actions, and the "candle" endows the ability to resist spiritual attacks such as illusions, and the "key" can make people Stronger resistance to cryptic pollution.

It is not difficult for him to deal with a middle-level knowledgeable person like Benjamin, mainly because he is afraid of Sylvia.

Sure enough, the spiritual sense of the other party came to visit Fan Ning, and the two powerful fluctuations belonging to the "candle" phase converged and confronted, and then Fan Ning saw a look of awe in Benjamin's pupils that looked like a pair of holes.

"In less than a month, your spirituality and invisible power have grown so strong. You are indeed someone who is closer to His knowledge. With you coming forward, we have more confidence in seeing the Holy Spring and completing great achievements. .”

Benjamin took the key and unlocked the iron door, and made a gesture of invitation graciously.

The pungent smell inside has not intensified, and is still at the level of indistinctness. Fanning in the dark can roughly feel that there are some office items on the first floor.

Benjamin didn't lead him in, but turned along the left wall.

Fanning followed him into what looked like a steam elevator, staring at him during the slow, creaking ascent of the cog-chains, and asked, "How do I get Chamber of Pain?"

"Naturally, use a drift bottle."

"how to use?"

"Just like when I send you a letter, roll it up and fold it in half, put it in a bottle, write the name of the actual recipient in your mind on the label, put it in the water, it will float to him in the place."

"But that name tag has been reduced to ashes."

"Maybe you can get another one up?" Benjamin scratched the strangely colored bruise on his arm vigorously.

"." Fan Ning always felt that what this person said was unreliable, and where to find a river in the special patrol building?

He tried to ask again: "Is it okay to put it in a water basin?"

"You at least need to watch it disappear at the end of your field of vision don't you?"

Fan Ning nodded slightly, and remained silent for a while. When the elevator was about to reach the top floor, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Then why didn't you just make it clear in the letter? Why did you call me over?"

"It's definitely not intentional to take up your precious time for knowledge." Benjamin quickly explained, "The main reason is that you will dissolve it too early. I specially entrusted Ms. Silvia to find an item that can relieve it. I will pay the price, of course. There are many people in public places, so we must be careful when we talk about our achievements, and don't let the people in the special inspection hall know."

When he talked about this, he laughed nervously: "You don't care, I know, but whether it is your transportation in the early stage or appreciation in the later stage, it can come in handy. This is my help and little care."

Fanning's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

But Benjamin said solemnly: "Mr. Fanning, don't worry, with it, you will definitely have time to send "The Room of Pain" to the hospital before it completely dissolves."

This person's endless words made Fan Ning feel a chill in his heart. It seems that what He Meng said at the United Dream Conference is absolutely true. This "Room of Pain" is indeed extremely dangerous. When the time comes, I will go to the sealing room to get my phone , be sure to stay away from it.

The elevator door opened, and Fanning also stepped onto the spotless stone bricks on the roof. He immediately saw "Vassius" sitting next to Sylvia in a black cloak, and there were two other familiar faces. The perfumer who escaped at the graduation concert, and Graham, the dean of the Polytechnic Institute of Saint Lenia University and a professor of chemistry.

The physical state of the latter two people also changed similar to Benjamin's, and their mental state also became a little bit wrong. Graham had met Fanning face to face, but he has not made any statement now.

The two seemed to have finished their conversation, and now they had turned back, passing by themselves.

Fanning naturally didn't hear what they were talking about, but it didn't matter, "Vassius" knew.

"Dear Mendeleev or Mr. Fanning, you finally decided to participate in the commission. It seems that you had a pleasant communication with Mr. Benjamin, right?" Sylvia's voice came from afar.

Fanning looked at the graceful figure sitting on the bench with legs folded.

He found that since he was promoted to a higher rank, he would have an indescribable sense of self-confidence or control when he observed those middle and low-level sentient beings with the spiritual sense of "candle", but he still couldn't see through this woman.

"People always go back to the way of pursuing the right thing, and it took me a certain amount of time." Fanning walked to the round coffee table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He suddenly felt that the identities of these people gathered together today was a bit magical.

Sheeran is pretending to be an investigator of the Special Patrol Office, and the real staff of the Special Patrol Office are pretending to be the leader of the hidden world. Two members of the official organization have been contaminated, and Fanning, the third official official, is accompanying them to pretend to be contaminated.

The only normal person has become a perfumer.

Benjamin began to rummage through his wallet, and pulled out a large pile of crumpled banknotes.

Although it looked awkward, Fan Ning found that these were the largest denominations, and the total amount should have exceeded one thousand.

"You have to know that this is not enough to exchange for 'gel membrane'." Sylvia reminded.

"As you said, I owe one more thing to be done." Benjamin said.

Sylvia nodded and handed Fanning a glass box: "A sacrificial vessel that can slow down the pollution of the 'pool' phase. Wrap it around your wrist when you use it."

It can be seen that there is a translucent red tissue inside, which looks like some kind of biological fetal membrane. What is even more strange is that there are marking lines of a group of staff lines and musical notes on it.

"re, mi, lad minor triads?. What does the ritual that slows down 'pool' phase pollution have to do with the d minor triad?"

Fanning was very puzzled, but he didn't say anything and put it away.

Don't be curious about things that have nothing to do with you.

Against what pollution?My purpose is just to get my phone back.

Tonight seems to be going very smoothly, and tomorrow I can return to Uvransel as soon as possible.

"Another short and efficient night talk." Sylvia chuckled, indicating that tonight's meeting task has been completed.

"I hope my work can be so efficient." "Vassius" next to her got up.

Fan Ning understood it, and under his invisible control, the manhole cover nearly [-] meters downstairs rose again, sending Xilan down.

"Mr. Fanning, may I ask where you are staying? In order to save your precious time seeking knowledge, I will drive you off." Benjamin said.

"No, just take me downstairs."

In a blink of an eye, only Sylvia was left on the roof again.

"Interesting." She looked at the corner where "Vassius" left, and stared at the direction where Fanning walked into the elevator. Suddenly she smiled slightly, her lips under the mask curved, and then drank the last of the goblet. Party cocktails.

With the disappearance of the bright red liquid, some "frosted glass"-like light white lines were exposed at the transparent position near the bottom of the goblet.

That's a swirly snake symbol.

(End of this chapter)