musicians of old

Chapter 744 Guido Dalezzo

"Fuck it! I've had enough!!"

The cage clanged, and Breez's entire face was squeezed into the narrow gap in the fence. He stared with bloodshot eyes and roared in the direction of Fanning!

"What did the consultant instruct you?"

"As you wish! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! As you wish!!"

"Advisor, what instructions did you give?"

No matter how frantic Boulez's reaction was, Mr. Wax just looked at him calmly, and whenever he paused to catch his breath, he would repeat the questions calmly.

Carmen Leon, who was kneeling next to her, raised her head at one point and spoke in a low, clear, rhythmic voice, as if she was telling some fascinating secret or declaration:

"Teaching, a kind of teaching, is not the desire and ambition of the evil god organization, nor is it the 'universal' teaching of other official organizations. The more universal the concept is, the more secular it is."

"'School of Guidance', hey, 'School of Guidance', every mentor needs to understand the meaning behind the name! 'Guidance' is not concrete, but abstract, not specific, but broad! Every road will end along a different path, and this time will be no exception. We cannot demand to change the path! We witness the shape of history after being braided into a ribbon! Heavy braids! Each strand is compared with each other! The completion of the ultimate truth!"

"Poor 'wormology' infected person." Poglelich, who was sitting at the top with a cold look, shook his head at this time, "Inefficient information collection, directly, talk to their 'advisor' again, huh. It seems that the guy with unknown origins really has more things to hide from me."

"Yes, leader." Mr. La took the order and signaled his men standing at the far end to take action.

"Carmen Leon, that's it."

"Master Fanning, you happen to be my guest today, so let's meet and chat. Otherwise, I'm afraid the mentors of these guidance schools will not have enough to burn."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Fanning frowned.

Talk to their "advisor"? Has the Special Patrol Department contacted them, or has they been controlled?

But if you want to talk to an "advisor", then just talk to an "advisor". What do you mean these profound people of the Guidance School are not passionate enough?

A purely substantive death threat? So that the remaining prisoners, including himself, would witness the horrific execution and reveal more secrets?

Amidst numerous doubts, several investigators nearby immediately started operating some device in this secret place.

With a dull "click", the base of the cell that imprisoned Carmen Leon fell off and slid out!

This mysterious physicist was tied directly to a long and narrow metal cart, and then slid along a slope at a high speed towards the crematorium behind him!

"Bang——" the door closed.

Two more investigators climbed up to the side of the furnace and poured in a large bucket of the "Huang" phase and the "Yan" phase's brilliant essence respectively, as if they were free!

Weird and hideous dark red halo patterns lit up from the entire outer surface of the crematorium!

"Hua La"——

A kind of quiet, almost transparent flame with distorted hot light and shadow instantly spread throughout the furnace!

"Ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!"

Carmen Leon, who was ordered to be burned alive, screamed in the furnace.

The physicist's dry howls came out one after another from the crematorium's air vent, distorted into repeated echoes that sounded like neither crying nor laughing, which was really creepy!

Large puffs of black smoke rumbled upward.

What made Fanning frown deeply was that he saw a series of colorful noise dots mixed in the smoke, but when he shook his head and blinked, it seemed to be just an illusion.

The howling soon died down, and after burning for about ten minutes, Mr. La signaled to extinguish the flames and asked his men to pry open the door of the crematorium.

The nauseating burnt stench assaulted my face.

Mr. Wax pushed his wheelchair and moved forward.

Unsurprisingly, the only thing left inside the furnace was an extremely shrunken, charred human-shaped corpse stuck to the sticky inner wall.

The mentor Carmen Leon who was burned alive was obviously already dead. While the wheelchair was rolling towards the crematorium, Mr. Wax raised his hand and released more than a dozen white paper birds, which flew backwards and turned into a turbid wax layer on the prison cells.

At this point, it seems that the prisoners are just being made to witness the horrific executions before being temporarily isolated and confined.

From the perspective of interrogation, preventing people from exchanging information or even colluding with each other, and further exerting psychological pressure, is a common and necessary measure.

Just when Fanning was wondering if it would be his turn to be quarantined next, Poglelich, who was sitting in the right seat, actually spoke to the charred wreckage from a distance!

"Mr. Guido da Lezzo, nice to see you again."

Poglieri's tone and address were normal.

"Then please take a look, is this person the so-called 'intruder'?"

Gui, Guido da Lezzo?

The first leader of the Guidance School, about whom only a few words were recorded in secret history?

Wait, why? Didn’t the rumor simply say that somewhere in a hidden corner of the wreckage of the “Incinerator” there might be “Guido da Lezzo’s Treasure”?

Fanning originally felt that there were too many "worm science" infected people imprisoned here, and the dreams about this made people very distracted. What Poglelich said really made Fanning, who was already in a state of great doubt, almost lose his mind again!

Moreover, after Poglelich opened his mouth, the charred human body actually began to move slightly!

Very painful.

The first thing that came to Fanning's mind was the skinned priests in the Abnormal Zone, twisting their blood-filled muscles on the ground, trembling in agony that was worse than death, and their bodies slightly lifted off the ground.

".kkar——tamtzut,utrrrsi,s,si"

The charred remains seemed to be trying to say something.

These fragmented syllables are probably Turangalian, but I really can't make out any meaning.

Fanning felt that the difficulty was probably similar to that of the patients lying in the intensive care unit with tubes inserted all over their bodies.

It would probably be similar if we temporarily removed the tube from the latter's throat and forced him to utter one or two words.

Mr. Wax leaned over and put his ear close.

Listened for a few seconds.

Then he pulled out a strange petal-like object and placed it near the mouth of the charred remains - at least roughly where the head was.

"Mr. Director, don't you have the confidence to judge the people you brought with you?"

This petal seemed to amplify the tiny vibrations in the vocal cords. For a moment, the syllables from Guido da Lezzo's larynx were transmitted through the entire crematorium, and the meaning could barely be distinguished!

But this kind of pain, like slow slicing, with lots of "ho ho" sounds and the intermittent tone of voice as if the person might die at any moment, makes the listeners feel a great spiritual pollution!

"Please take a look and see if this person is the so-called 'intruder'?" Pogorelich narrowed his eyes and repeated his request.

Why? Could it really be Guido da Lezzo?

Fanning was caught in a lot of doubts, and he really didn't expect that the legendary first-generation leader of the school, who he had imagined to be a powerful leader, would actually look like this! ?

Let’s say so, but what does “we meet again” mean?

Wasn’t it Carmen Leon who was burned to death just now?

Moreover, it really makes people doubt, what can be "seen" in such a burnt wreckage?

"Well, let's take a look. Let's take a look. Well, it's not easy to distinguish intruders. Besides, where do so many intruders come from in this world?"

The painful sound continued to squeeze out of his vocal cords, and a feeling of hair standing on end spread across Fanning's back again. He felt the collar of his tuxedo become dangerous again.

Fanning took a step forward, obviously not voluntarily, but under the threat of slitting his throat by the person sitting in the main seat.

Go straight along the path to the entrance of the crematorium!