musicians of old

Chapter 732 Settlement?

The enemy is currently.

The warm aroma of champagne in the banquet hall still lingered between his fingers, but the laughter of the gentlemen and ladies behind him gradually distorted and shattered in Fanning's ears, becoming the noise of a hacksaw pulling an iron pipe.

Does it feel good to be near the top?

A few hours ago, Fanning was the focus of champagne and roses, but just as the other party asked this question, he suddenly felt that these "past visions" seemed to come alive again, turning into a dark light like oil or electric current, focusing directly on his retina, leaving a stinging needle-like residue.

Fanning just instinctively turned his shoulder to the right and moved back less than half a centimeter, and his right earlobe suddenly split open with a bloody line without any warning.

The crystal wind chimes on the door hanging turned into kaleidoscope fragments and fell to the ground, but there was no sound of breaking. Only each edge reflected its own shadow that could be dismembered by the principles of "Jin" at any time.

This feeling is too scary.

Fanning finally understood why the heads of major official organizations were suppressed to this extent by the Special Patrol Office, which had only risen in a hundred years. Now facing Pogorelich with his true identity, he finally experienced firsthand the terror and despair of being powerless to resist!

The other person looked at him with his indifferent gray-blue pupils, as if he was looking at an ant that could be stepped on to death at any time.

Fanning had already tried to respond. He did not consider stupid things like calling for help, or leading Poglieri back to the public in the theater, or jumping off the coffee table to escape. After a few seconds of rapid thinking, Fanning estimated that the only possibility of survival was to control the two "avatars" that had now settled in San Perto, and quickly and simply send a message to inform of their true identity and the current crisis!

In this way, perhaps we can get as many law enforcers from all parties as possible to join forces to rescue us!

So Fanning tried to secretly mobilize the spiritual connection at that moment.

But it felt as if countless small scalpels were stuck in his limbs and bones - all the mystical channels sent out danger warnings, and the slightest touch or invocation would cut a fatal artery!

"Indeed, he looks very similar to the young investigator Vincent."

Poglieri was already pacing around Fanning.

Fan Ning didn't see clearly how he walked over, as he was clearly at the edge of the rooftop just now. In the few seconds in between, only two uneven cognitive gaps remained, as if they were cut directly from Fan Ning's cognition by some conceptual cutting force.

".The experience is somewhat similar." Poglelich's calm voice continued, "Along the way, the organization actually gave me a lot of opportunities, but I didn't seize them."

"In other words, you know it's an opportunity, but you don't grab it, you don't want to grab it, and you always have your own ideas."

"In the final analysis, there is a problem with the mindset. They fail to realize that the interviews by the Special Patrol Office are a form of care, reminder and protection. Under normal circumstances, for ordinary people, the Special Patrol Office will only issue a 'notice'. Those who can be interviewed are a minority who are valued."

“Being valued is a good thing, but if you don’t obey, don’t listen to advice, and develop resistance, correction will not be effective and you will go further and further astray.”

"In this way, the more talented and valuable a person is, the more he or she will disappoint the organization in the end. Over the years, this is not an isolated case."

The bytes about the secret of "Ember" were interspersed with the ordinary Hoffman language, circling and echoing in Fanning's ears.

Another part of the rules besides cutting and destroying.

The principles of suppression, domination and control are of such high status that even the mysterious atmosphere left in the sentences shows a divine level!

Cold sweat slid into Fanning's collar. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found that the rhythm of his breathing had been tampered with by some force. Every exhalation was like pushing away a rusty scabbard, and every inhalation was like swallowing glass shards.

After a long time, Fan Ning began to breathe heavily. After a few seconds, when he recovered from the lack of oxygen, he finally forced himself to calm down inch by inch. He sneered and responded tentatively: "Oh, I thought it would take at least another seven days to settle the matter. I didn't expect the authorities to be so impatient that the director came here in person."

"But the miraculous thing is that you actually chose the opening night of Tristan and Isolde. For a moment I couldn't guess whether it was an intentional choice or a random one. Hahahaha. I suddenly want to know, if I die on the open-air cafe table of the Bayreuth Theater, how will your discussion group, the organizing committee of the Harvest Art Festival, continue to have fun in front of other artists and the public, hahahahahahahaha"

Pogorelich, however, turned a deaf ear to him and walked away, his back looking nonchalant and unguarded.

"Will you follow me on your own, or will you try another way?"

Hostage? Taken away for processing?

Fanning felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. It would definitely not be a bad idea to stay away from the theater. There were too many important people behind him, and he could not accept any life threats.

But now he didn't even dare to make any physical or spiritual moves. He was under full control and threat. Not to mention anything else, he couldn't even contact the closest executor to him at the moment, Marquis McAdam, who was still in the banquet hall! No matter what, at least he had no choice at the moment.

"thump--"

Fanning followed and jumped down.

Below is the garden path inside the theater. In late autumn, the chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs have ceased, replaced only by white frost clinging to the grass and trees.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

The clock struck three in the morning, and Fanning vaguely saw hundreds of people still kneeling on the steps of the theater in the distance.

On this section of the road going down the mountain, the congestion has not improved because there were too many carriages and cars that were "illegally parked" earlier, and many people inside and outside the courtyard have not left yet.

Poglelic was in front and Fanning was behind, just sticking to the side of the mountain road and going downhill.

Logically speaking, Fanning's appearance would cause an explosive reaction, causing fans to swarm over them again, but in reality, the pedestrians and drivers around them didn't seem to even look in their direction.

Fan Ning did not dare to act rashly, he always followed within a distance of about three meters behind.

This silence lasted for twenty minutes, longer than the time Fanning had originally said he needed to "take a breath."

Until the two of them went down to the entrance at the foot of the mountain to the free town of Franconia.

The town is located in the north of the holy city. To the south is the cement road leading back to the main city, but Poglelić's direction of travel is to continue north.

There are dozens of small villages in the north. Their areas are much larger than the small town, and of course their population is far less densely populated than the small town. Then, you have to leave the entire county area of ​​San Pereto.

"Where is this going?"

At some point, Fanning felt the uneasy silence in the air became too uncomfortable, and he finally asked a question.

The only response he got was still silence, like the sand running out of an hourglass.

The lines of things around Poglelich began to turn into shuttles flowing at a very fast speed.

Some things that are apparently far apart are folded into each other and then cut apart.

As a result, the relative speed of his feet became incredibly fast.

And this influence has also spread to Fanning.

It was obvious that Fan Ning was just lifting his legs and walking normally, without even calling out the invisible force.

"Is the place far away?" The silent response made Fanning feel even more uncomfortable, and he had to frown and speak again.

"Compared to life and death, is the issue of place more important?" A voice finally came from the front.

"Haha, isn't this nonsense?" Fan Ning was too lazy to continue the initial probing, and just smiled and shook his head. "If you kill me with a knife, this problem will naturally not be important, but now it is not important, right? Then I naturally wonder if I can get back to work on the 'Seven Days Celebration'. You, the director, are not an idle person, you should know what it feels like when people are busy, right?"

(End of this chapter)