From Prisoner to Si Chen

In a dark room.

Under the bright moonlight, a slender figure sat on the table by the window, writing something at the desk.

rustle……

A gold-plated and carved emerald green pen was writing and drawing on a piece of parchment, and finally drew a few irregular lines.

Black ink stains erased two names respectively:

"Murdoch Taylor (scratch)."

"Prince Farhan (Scratch)."

On the parchment, there is a long list of names that have not been crossed out, such as:

Renaudian Lotito

Rebbie Lund.

Femi Campos.

…

Amby Rogers.

Bondo Leo.

Dedeir Taylor.

Jenna Clare.

Guillen Iros.

And so on, a total of ten names.

The fair and slender hand paused for a moment, and then left a few paragraphs at the end of the parchment:

"The plan is going smoothly. Everything will explode tonight. The three-year, two-month, and twelve-day arrangement is coming to an end."

"As expected by the Tower Master 'Yin Zhe', the battle between the Empire and the Federation will take the 'Machinery Union' as a turning point, and the scales will tilt towards the Empire."

"If the plan succeeds, the 'Machine Guild' will suffer heavy losses and will not be able to receive the 'flood' of enlightenment in a short period of time, and the empire's technology and craftsmanship will come to a standstill."

"Although it doesn't last long, it can be regarded as taking away the key weight of the empire, allowing the Federation to regain its advantage, and tilting the scales again..."

rustle.

rustle……

The exquisite gold-plated nib leaves lines of beautiful cursive characters on the parchment paper.

The white and slender hand stopped again, and the writer seemed to be lost in thought.

A long while.

The hand continued to write and added:

"The 'Investigation Committee' may have been targeting me for a long time. Although it has been calm during this period, there is no guarantee that there will not be an accident tonight."

"In view of this, it is not safe to only arrange for a long-time member of the 'Ascetic Sect' to cooperate with my actions... Just in case, I request more help from the tower to ensure that the plan is carried out completely."

"The White Dove Tower, the ninth dove of the Sonnet."

The white and slender hand stopped writing, turned the cap, flattened the parchment, and folded it methodically into the shape of a paper dove.

Then, holding the paper dove in both hands, he blew out the window——

"call."

Wow!

The paper pigeon flapped its wings and flew away on its own.

Quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Tuk Tuk.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Please come in." The writer who was looking out the window said a cold female voice.

Turn the handle and the door opens.

Click.

Then, an old man in ragged clothes walked in, with ulcers and pus all over his body.

If Gilan were here, he would be able to recognize that this old man is the teacher of the homeless young man Femi Campos, Manolan King.

It stands to reason that he was poisoned by his own student and his time is running out, so he should look like he is terminally ill.

However, the old man remained calm, with a smile on his scarred face and sharp eyes.

"Miss Jiu Ge, why didn't Amby Rogers take advantage of today's military parade to assassinate the Commander-in-Chief of the Empire and the Minister of Propaganda and Logistics?"

The old man Manolan said.

The woman didn't look back, she just looked out the window at the "Silver Lizard Club" across the road and sighed.

"As a long-time member of the Ascetic Sect, you can also be considered a wise man who has gone through the years. Why would you propose this..."

She originally wanted to say "stupid", but changed her sentence to: "a suggestion full of loopholes?"

"Without him attracting official attention, the program would be under extreme pressure."

Manolan pondered.

"It's useless." The woman looked up at the moon. "A level 2 spiritual mystic cannot make much waves at all. Not to mention that he cannot assassinate at all. Even if he can, within an hour, he will be arrested by the 'Investigation Committee', which will actually affect the progress of the plan."

"October……"

The woman murmured again inexplicably.

"It's the month of the 'White Dove Poet'."

*

*

*

Tietjens Grand Hotel.

In the hall on the first floor, Gilan mingled among the crowd, quietly searching for any suspicious corners.

After the meal, the dinner party entered the stage of chatting and socializing, with some guests playing small games such as chess and cards, boxing and darts.

Through the waiter, Gillan once again received a note from the "Investigation Committee" member hidden among the guests.

He was checking whether there were traces of ritual objects and formations hidden in the corners of the walls, under carpets, or even behind various decorations.

However, the July Baptist Church seemed to be extremely well prepared, and Gillan did not find any clues for the time being.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the ceiling.

Ji Lan couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

On the eight-meter-high ceiling, behind several large crystal chandeliers, a faint golden line can be seen.

Because the color of the light is yellowish, the line is extremely inconspicuous. If it weren't for Jilan's extraordinary eyesight, it would be difficult to detect it.

Ji Lan glanced at him.

On the ceiling, the golden lines suddenly connected into a huge vertical oval, and there was also a horizontal line that passed closely against the plaster line of the beam.

If you don't look closely, you won't be able to find it.

'Sure enough, it is the symbol pointing to "Fan Mu"...'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

But at this moment.

Wow! !

The curtains fell almost simultaneously on the stage in the hall, on the upper rails of the curtains on both sides, and on the upper frame of the door.

There are at least ten pieces of curtains, all of which are square.

Click!

Most of the chandeliers suddenly went out, leaving only a few, and the entire hall suddenly fell into darkness.

The hotel door also slammed shut at this moment.

"Um?!"

"Why did the lights go out?!"

The uproar was endless.

Many guests were startled and looked around in confusion. However, most people around him didn't seem to understand what was happening.

"Look! There's a movie scene on the curtain!"

Someone suddenly shouted.

The guests quickly turned their heads to look, only to see extremely obscene videos starting to play on the dozen or so curtains.

They are all scenes of men and women interacting, accompanied by bursts of melodious sounds.

"ah!"

Many young ladies exclaimed and quickly covered their faces, as if they were ashamed of watching such a movie.

"Oh my God!"

"What the hell is this doing?!"

"Mr. Crook?!"

"Where are the hotel manager and steward? Come here quickly!"

The gentlemen and ladies were talking a lot, some were angry, some frowned, some were silent... and some looked expectant.

At this time, Ji Lan suddenly noticed that many figures were quietly walking out from behind the curtains on the left and right sides of the hall.

One of them, a man and a woman, was very familiar to him.

The man was unshaven, wearing a cocked hat, and looked excited. It was the guy from Southern Muse who shot underground films, Bondo "The Goose" Leo.

In front of him was a blonde girl wearing a red evening gown, a bunny mask and stuffed bunny ears.

""Miss Rabbit" Jenna Claire, and black marketeer Bondo. ’

Gillan's face was expressionless.

'Has it finally appeared...'

Among the people who quietly appeared were six tall men wearing wide-brimmed hats and black-collared trench coats. There were four other men and women who seemed ordinary, but Gillan could clearly feel that they were more than ordinary men and women.

'Six master-level "black-collar deacons" and four super-limited "bud-bearers"...'

Gillan narrowed his eyes.

These ten people all followed the leader, a woman.

The lady was estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall, with a curvy front and back. She was wearing a slim-fitting gray-gold silk dress, a small hat on one side, her veil was half-covered, and she had a cigarette in her hand.

She led twelve people straight to the high platform of the hall.