musicians of old

Chapter 55: Secretly Observing
"Abnormal area?"

"What is the abnormal area?"

"What does it have to do with the Special Patrol?"

After Fan Ning narrowed down the scope of demand, several people expressed bewilderment, especially the agent, judging from the change of his shoulders straightening and slumping, he was obviously very discouraged.

"The way Sylvia looks at me has changed." Fanning's spiritual sense felt the fluctuation from the top of the round table.

"What's in the abnormal area? None of these underground people have heard of this word, only this woman with the most mysterious origin knows?"

"If Sylvia says she can tell me the information, but she needs to accept her entrustment in exchange, do I agree or disagree?"

Finding information about the abnormal area is an important purpose for me in the future, but it was not the purpose of coming here today.

The main purpose of raising this demand is to defraud people, determine their position and situation, and hide the details of one's own strength.

"I know a little bit, and I just need the Brilliant Essence Liquid." The "Purple Bean Cake" on the opposite side beckoned.

Joan, are you serious? Fanning's thinking was interrupted.

He decisively pushed the small box towards the "Purple Bean Cake" opposite.

"Yes. But I can only write some brief information points, and it will take a while for you to read or."

As "Purple Bean Cake" said, he stretched his slender hand into the round table, pulled a few pieces of note paper, and was about to start writing.

"It doesn't matter." Fan Ning's laughter seemed very indifferent, "It is already yours, I am waiting for you to write it to me, and if you can collect and sort out more detailed information later, I don't mind buying another bottle .”

"Ah?~~~?" "Purple Bean Cake"'s lively and cheerful voice trembled with joy.

"Thank you, Monsieur Mendeleev, you are a good man, I will give it to you right away."

Joan, you are the first person in the world who sent me a good card. The expression under the mask of Fanning is dumbfounding.

Sylvia's charming laughter also brought surprise: "There are not many deals that can be actually concluded at each gathering. I didn't expect the first transaction to be so fast today. Mr. Mendeleev is really straightforward and generous."

For her, every word that everyone says, she will examine the authenticity in her heart, and guess the actual motive of the other party. After all, people who can talk and laugh happily in this kind of occasion are not people who can believe everything literally. , especially strength, position and identity.

Now that Fanning really paid such an expensive price in exchange for a few memos, Sylvia really confirmed that his motive for coming here was to inquire about intelligence, confirmed that his position was at odds with the Special Patrol Office, and believed him His strength is "worthy" to confront the Special Patrol Office.

"The value of intelligence depends on who needs it." Fanning smiled and leaned back in his seat.

Sylvia's golden mask nodded slightly: "Then, let's continue, everyone who didn't speak."

"I have a sacrificial vessel here," said the agent.

ritual vessel?The items that were used to enhance the sense of ritual in some high-level ancient secret rituals still have all sorts of strange and mysterious properties?Fanning recalled another knowledge learned during the day.

The agent took out a small ancient copper handicraft cast in the shape of an animal liver.

"Put it in your close-fitting inner pocket, and you'll never get drunk, and your wounds will heal twice as fast as usual. Also, place it on the Mystery Altar in the aspect of 'cocoon' or 'pool' Here, the effect has some bonuses."

"For some people, it is barely useful, so what is the curse?" came the old voice of the translator.

"Personal custodian, I have the urge to dissect myself from time to time, but it's not hard to restrain. You see, I'm not doing well." After the manager finished speaking, he looked around the participants, feeling that everyone was very quiet.

"It's me, I also choose to sell it." Sylvia chuckled.

"But we can always continue to discover new features of this kind of objects." Seeing the cold scene, the manager's tone was a little embarrassed.

"Let's talk about your work progress, how is the recruitment situation?" Sylvia asked.

The agent replied: "There are more than ten people."

What's the meaning?What to recruit? ... Fanning pricked up his ears.

"The efficiency is too low. If you are like this, it will not be completed by my time." Sylvia's tone was a little dissatisfied.

"It's mainly the recruits we need. The family's economic situation is generally not bad, and they may not be attracted."

"Increase the treatment, make recommendations, and speed up the progress."

"...Okay." The manager had a good attitude.

A short, vague conversation between the two aroused Fanning's curiosity.

recruit?recommend?treatment?The target economy is not bad, so you may not be attracted?There are already more than ten people and the progress is not enough?
A detail flashed through Fanning's mind suddenly, and he thought of a person.

His former roommate Calvin!
When I chatted with him when I took the improv test for the first time, he said that he found a part-time job with a good salary.

With that mysterious look, Fan Ning suspected that he was engaged in some kind of career that "doesn't want to fight anymore".

When chatting in the public class for the second time, he had heavy eye circles and yawned, but his composition score was very good?Also said that this year, several people's grades were upset?

Fan Ning didn't think about it at all at the beginning, but when he came across some key words in the conversation between the two today, he suddenly felt that these things were a bit abnormal!
"Next." Sylvia resumed her soft tone.

The experience officer coughed: "I want to ask first, if anyone is willing to cooperate with me to explore a road sign."

"Come on." The manager said, "No one dares to ask you to sell road signs here, and who dares to go to coordinates with unknown origins, and you are with others."

"Near this signpost, there may be a secret realm of migration. I can't deal with all kinds of strange situations by myself, and I'm not sure that I can return safely before my inspiration runs out."

What is this? ...Fanning was always hearing messages that he didn't quite understand.

You know the road signs of Yi Chung, but what is the secret place of Yi Chung?
"Shifting to the secret realm?" The perfumer, who was on the sidelines, rarely spoke.

"Shifting the Secret Realm?" The manager's tone was full of surprise and longing.

But he immediately smiled and said, "This is not something my level dares to covet. I still want to live for a few more years."

The old voice of the translator also teased: "Experiment officer, if one day I am really hopeless, remember to show me before you die."

Then no one spoke.

"It seems that you are also unlucky." Sylvia, who was sitting next to her, changed her posture. "Then, let's talk about your work progress."

The experience officer replied: "It's much ahead of schedule, Ms. Silvia."

"We were open and honest, we put a price on it, and they were aggressive and they competed for it. I think this will fundamentally improve their family's financial situation."

Fanning was confused when he heard it, and felt that it sounded like he was doing something good, and there was something wrong with it.

Hell, are these intelligent people in the shadows discussing charity issues in underground gatherings?

Sylvia nodded slightly: "Next."

When it was the translator's turn, he handed a small notebook to the first person, and then said cautiously: "Ma'am, the current translation progress is about [-] to [-] percent."

"How much is forty to five percent?"

"Probably in the early forties."

Sylvia nodded, not showing any emotion, she took out three small plastic boxes similar to jelly packaging, and threw them into the hands of the translator.

The old voice of the translator suddenly became a little cramped: "Can you give me six boxes first, um. Five boxes is also fine as before. I will make up the progress that I have missed when I attend the meeting next time."

Fanning watched silently from the sidelines.

What is this?jelly?Dark brown jelly?How does it feel like tortoise jelly
He was entrusted to translate a certain document, and in exchange for this thing?

Seeing that there was no answer for a while, the translator seemed a little restless.

He twisted his body, kept changing his sitting position, and his explanation was not very smooth: "Your document...is really special. Its main poems only take up less than one-tenth of the space, and the rest are all mutual quotations. The preface, comments, indexes, annotations, supplements, etc. are mixed in language, obscure, and interspersed, just like a big ball of wool. I just happen to be stuck at a certain node, as long as I straighten it—"

"If you pay for doing things for others, do you look at the results or the process?"

Sylvia interrupted the interpreter's explanation. Her tone was half smile, half anger, half angry. Although her voice was lazy and sexy, for some reason, Fanning heard a chill.

"But I said the progress can be made up next time!" The translator stretched his body, and roared suddenly in a high-pitched voice, which made Fanning's eardrums ring, and then he murmured like a deflated ball: "You Why don't you believe my explanation"

The state of this translator is not right.
Also, why does this person's voice feel so familiar to me?Definitely someone I know close by.

Who is it?Fanning frowned deeply.

"The last one to speak." Sylvia's tone returned to normal, and she ignored the translator.

After finishing speaking, she who was wearing a golden mask looked at Joan who was sitting opposite Fanning.

　Thank you Qingluo for the reward and the monthly ticket~Thank you for the monthly ticket of Sword DATE and Star Ship~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)