musicians of old

Chapter 743: The "Advisor" Behind the Scenes

The rumors that Joan mentioned before seem to be true.

In the strange interrogation atmosphere, Fanning recalled a "long-lived person" that Joan had mentioned before, another worm scientist named "Scriabin", who was accepted as a member of the Guidance School in the 5th century New Calendar, and disappeared more than 200 years later. I wonder if there was any persecution or other hidden secrets.

"Persecutor, dictator, careerist."

Facing Mr. Wax's questioning, Carmen Leon in the prison just stared at him and repeated mechanically.

"Among the ordinary creatures in the upper secret history, no one is not persecuting or being persecuted." Mr. Wax just shook his head and sighed, then turned to ask about another prison in front of the crematorium -

"Well, Mr. President Boulez, you speak?"

"You carried out such a long and large-scale secret execution over a period of four to five hundred years, involving more than three thousand people. Obviously, a large number of innocent people were inevitably included in the execution. However, you still carried out the execution very thoroughly and persisted for a very long time. So, where did you know this?"

"Is it some secret ritual? Or are you afraid of something?"

"Why would someone born on January 1, or someone with a name that sounds similar to that, scare you so much? Mr. P. Boulez, tell me, what is your motive?"

Mr. Wax repeatedly stroked the spines of these secret volumes.

On the other side, a female high-ranking member of the school in the prison cell nervously laughed a long “hahaha”. It seemed that the state of these Adepts was somewhat different from usual - "I actually heard the word 'innocent'. Hehehe, hahaha, just a joke. The Special Patrol Office in the year 916 of the new calendar has erupted with their sense of justice."

Fanning was ordered to "explain things" on the side. Although he was full of doubts, he also said with a smile: "I wonder if your department is going to destroy the Guidance School under the name of 'discovering crimes and upholding justice' this time? Oh, this is really a bit 'flexible'."

"Sorry, I'm not an official speaker. I was inspired by what the lady said." He drew short lines on the paper with the feather pen in his hand. "I think it's too reasonable for such a large official organization to 'specially handle' five or six suspicious people every year based on its own hidden knowledge and considerations and some mysterious motives. This is not even a fraction of your department's 'execution list'. If you can do a little bit in any vicious incident, it will be equivalent to the 'performance' of the Guidance School for a hundred years, hahahaha."

The imprisoned Boulez continued to remain silent.

He was more negative than other senior executives, with his eyes unfocused most of the time. Occasionally, when he looked focused, he would meet Mr. Wax's inquiring gaze, or look in the direction of Poglelich, with a sneer or two.

"Absolutely. I understand your reluctance to say it." Mr. Wax in the wheelchair shifted to another side and leaned on another side. "Even if you actively cooperate, it seems that there is no hope? Right, that's right. It's true. The Guidance School is already like that. And, for individuals, there are only two results for those who are possessed by the 'worm'-"

"Death, or death in an ugly way."

"But...determine! Determine! Mr. President Boulez." Mr. La threw the files in his hand back onto the piled-up conference table and sat up straighter. "Don't you want to consider the situation outside?"

"As for the public, the acceptance of all facts either starts with 'qualitative analysis' or ends with 'qualitative analysis'. Now our people are racking their brains to draft the report. Haha, respected President Boulez, don't you want to contribute some writing 'materials' to alleviate the work pressure of your colleagues? Even if it is not certain how much of the 'materials' can be used in public in the end, I think they will still appreciate your cooperation."

“Think about it, the ‘Guiding School’, what no longer exists is just a name and a structure, a slightly unfamiliar name and a slightly unfamiliar structure. But on the secular level, with such a large business, including the City College, the Civilian College, trade union organizations, scientific research institutions, libraries and art galleries, and a huge variety of assets, the handover is a very troublesome and brain-racking task. Oh, speaking of this, it occurred to me that the first person who needs to be brainstormed is the Master Fanning in front of you! Such a large number of cinema chains, the hard work of so many investors, and so many little guys who have become cuter because of ‘art rescue’.” It was indeed a skillful tactic to win over people’s hearts and minds, and it played a certain role.

At least when Fan Ning thought of this, an ugly look flashed across his face for a few seconds.

The Special Patrol Office had obviously planned this for a long time, and the action was too fast, without any signs! At the dinner, Sir Viadrin was still toasting with Fanning!

What kind of chaos is going on outside right now? Will the Special Patrol Office have another target for action? Fan Ning didn't know.

"Since you care so much, I may as well tell you that everything is just the instruction of the 'advisor'. I, as well as the previous presidents, are just people who pass on orders." Brez's mouth finally relaxed and he let out a breath in silence.

"Oh? Then, Mr. Boulez, who exactly do you mean by 'consultant'?" Mr. Wax asked.

"This is interesting. The discussion group's roundtable meeting is held every seven years. You will meet with whoever you want to meet."

"Is that so? Indeed. What's even more interesting is that my department has just recently confirmed that all the 'advisors' in the history of the Guidance School are actually the same person."

The same person? Fanning was stunned.

The conversation between the two, especially Mr. La's words, made all the sane listeners at the interrogation site doubt their own ears.

"Well, then tell me, what instructions did the 'consultant' give you?" Mr. Wax skipped the topic, slightly raised the brim of his hat, and narrowed his eyes.

Although there is usually a degradation of information authenticity from the truth of the superior to the instructions of the subordinate, there is always a narrative that the subordinate needs to understand and implement.

"What does that date of birth or name pronunciation mean? What made you continue to do this for hundreds of years? Tell me, what are the specific instructions you received from the 'consultant'? As long as you cooperate with the interrogation, our department will ensure that the 'qualitative report' is decent."

"I don't know, I don't fucking know, I don't know!!"

There was a sudden loud clanging sound from the iron chains.

Boulez, who was known for his scholarly and elegant temperament, suddenly became manic!

"I've had enough of it! I don't know why these people have to be killed! Some of them are still kids! Ever since I took over this damn position as the top leader, I've had enough of it! Some of the senior people in charge of this matter have gone fucking crazy!! It's going to end sooner or later!! There's no such thing as your bullshit 'execution'!!!"