musicians of old

Chapter 742 Date, or Name

"interesting."

"It seems that my treatment is more special than theirs? Not only did they not use any 'tricks' on me, but I can also sit at the conference table and write 'situation reports'."

Hearing that Poglieri was also going to give him a set of pen and paper, Fanning took the initiative to pull out a chair opposite him.

"Of course, Master Fanning." Mr. Wax then personally handed Fanning a pen and paper. "As you can see, the load of these 'worm science' incinerators is extremely limited, and the people below are still queuing up in long lines. I already know what happened at the border of San Perto. Since you have to go back first, try not to occupy any position if you can. And, in fact, I hope you don't have to occupy any position in the future. Oh, by the way, you guys go and organize the information of the proposed lists of the 69th and 70th batches of 'purges' and show them to the leader for review." Finally, he did not forget to give orders to his men.

"You guys are really effective in this. You use whatever means necessary, and you use both heavy and heavy measures. First you built the Guidance School, and then you built this 'crematorium'. Show me your 'assembly line' on the spot." Fan Ning glanced around again, and suddenly smiled. "Oh, I understand. Maybe it's because they are my old employer? Do they have an extra deterrent effect on me?"

"Master Fanning, what you said about 'severe punishment and quick punishment' is correct. It's also correct that you said the Guidance School is your old employer, but how much do you know about the real Guidance School?"

Mr. Wax rolled his wheelchair away from Fanning and moved to the other side of the conference table.

He took out a few new files from the ones sent by his subordinates, and while reading them, he raised his hand lazily and pointed at the feather pen in Fanning's hand.

"Write your own first, Master Fanning. Think about it carefully and think it through. It's not your turn yet. The leader will talk to our President P. Boulez first."

"It seems that 'talking nicely' is always too difficult for you." Fan Ning's mouth twitched, and the feather pen in his hand began to spin like in the classroom of his youth. "You still have to make it clear what you want to talk about. I will write it down and how much I want to write depending on my mood. Or you can find a recorder to record it, which will be more professional. Now you look like you are hesitant to speak. I don't even want to guess what girls are thinking. Who would know what you want? Oh, how about writing a song for you?"

"Of course." The sound of papers flipping could be heard. Mr. Wax was concentrating on reading, his tone still leisurely. "Master Fanning, you have so much to tell us, much more than anyone else. Write something, draw some road signs, draw a secret agreement, talk about Vincent, the cinema, or just express your attitude. From all these, even if you write a song, it will probably arouse our interest."

"These are all within your own consideration. It depends on whether you have listened to what the leader said when he came. It depends on what you think of the situation and what you want to explain to the organization before the ceremony is about to end and the results are about to be announced."

"'Ultimate means' require costs and are the least capable of fighting, and my department will not force you to do anything today. The leader has already taught you some truths about the relationship between 'the top position' and 'the person who reaches the top'. After today, you have to leave first. If you suddenly don't want to go back to Janus, the organization will have to send someone to invite you back."

"It's just... write more now, and write less later. If you write enough now, maybe you won't have to write anymore later, huh? It seems that the time it takes for the Guidance School to do this is much longer than I thought before." Mr. La said slowly to the end, and seemed to have temporarily lost attention to Fanning, and the topic shifted to some investigation file he was reading.

Even Poglelich, who was sitting at the main seat, seemed to be thinking about something when he was reading the documents.

"Well, then, the dream device used to destroy corpses in this area deep in the ruins of the 'incinerator' may have existed since the beginning of the 5th century of the new calendar, which means it is about 500 years old?" Mr. La tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingertips and thought slowly aloud.

He didn't seem to want to avoid Fanning's presence, and it was even possible that he had brought Fanning to this place on purpose to "explain the problem." And this first sentence made Fanning feel a kind of "reversal" doubt.

Could it be that this row of "crematoriums" was not built by the Special Patrol Office?

The Special Patrol Office had gone to so much trouble to come up with a "custody agreement" before, and had made a construction-like noise in this Yiyong Secret Realm. Were they only repairing the prisons and interrogation rooms below? Were they connected to this place through the steel shadows and crack-like structures in the "incinerator"?

"Dead person number 424-101, female, born on January 424, 1 in the new calendar, died in 6 in the new calendar, was secretly killed at the age of 435."

"The deceased is numbered 430-019, male, born on January 430, 1 in the new calendar, and died in 6 in the new calendar. Oh, this boy was secretly killed when he was only 433 years old."

“死者编号515-501，男性，生于新历515年1月6日.这一遇害者时间跨度有80余年了，但生日依然为1月6日？”

Fan Ning, who was standing by, frowned as he heard this, his mind full of doubts and speculations.

"Dead person number 855-030, female. Another file from more than 300 years later, birthday is also January 1th." Mr. Wax crossed over the file thickness of more than 6 centimeters and opened another file, "Mr. P. Boulez, this should be the year when you become the president. Hehe, I want to ask you out of curiosity, what's wrong with people born on January 1th? Why do you, the Guidance School, search for people born on this date so persistently and persistently?"

"That's not entirely true, sir. There are also people with different birthdays." A patrol chief beside him reminded, "We put them in this pile. They account for a slightly smaller proportion. The current statistical proportion is 35%. The birth dates of these people are different and there is no pattern. But the strange thing about them is that they have changed their places. The strange thing is the names!"

"Moreover, the files we have discovered so far generally show birth years that are 200 years later. In other words, it is basically from the years starting with the '7' that the 'strange names' and other such cases begin to appear. Of course, the 'strange birthday' situation on January 1th still exists."

"Oh, the first one is my own personnel file from that year. I am so thoughtful." Mr. La stretched out his hand to uncover another pile and suddenly smiled. "Well, I was still a mid-level member of the Guidance School at that time. It seems to be in the year 745 of the new calendar? Fortunately, I noticed it early."

"Let me see what's on the back of this stack. Lushenka Striaben, 751 New Calendar, Yabin Skrid, 759 New Calendar, Estelle Sgliaven, 790 New Calendar, Sylkia Elvira. Hmm, the names sound a bit like mine."

Fan Ning, who was standing by, frowned even more deeply as he listened. Of course, he tended to look more confused in terms of facial expression management.

"Last name, or first name, or both. In addition to date of birth, it seems that you have another route - to conduct screening and searches through a certain approximate and somehow anchored pronunciation?" asked Mr. Wax.

"So, why? Why is this? Professor Carmen Leon, do you know? Can you tell me first?"