Old-time musicians

"Slightly unexpected, in line with expectations." Fan Ning whispered a few words.

He stepped up to the front steps of the Relatium Chemical Trading Company and leaned toward the closed windows.

The dark glass and the black light made it difficult to see anything clearly, but he seemed to smell a pungent smell, which was faintly planned and became inaudible if he stood a little further away.

Where do you purchase the luminous paint from the clock factory and the "derived" spiritual softener from the Llangevni workhouse paint factory?

The thread of inspiration penetrates the closed iron door like nothing. In theory, as long as an invisible force is exerted outward, or the heavy object inside is directed to hit the door quickly several times, it can be violently opened directly.

But the movement will be a bit loud, and there is no need to take this approach at the moment.

"Rooftop" Fan Ning looked up at the six-story blue-grey building.

He raised his hand and wrist in another direction, and the bricks and stones rubbed against each other, making a soft sound. At the same time, there was also the sound of tearing soil and grass roots.

An extremely thick steel manhole cover with a diameter of nearly two meters floated over, scattering dirt along the way, and finally floated quietly dozens of centimeters in front of the two people.

Sheeran, dressed as Vasius and wearing a black cloak, stepped on it first.

The manhole cover begins to rise at a moderate rate.

The line of sight is getting higher and higher, farther and farther from the ground. The night wind blows away the heat of summer. What comes into view is first the green plants and flowers planted in the steel grille around the roof, and then the large red sunshade. The top of the shed.

When the height was parallel to the roof of the building, she saw spotless warm yellow bricks covering the ground, and a dozen wooden chairs and sofas with white leather surfaces. Under the eaves on the other side, warm orange light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, and leisure items such as the coffee bar, newspaper rack, gramophone, and aquarium are clearly visible.

"Hey, who is this friend? Your visit is unusual." A woman's charming voice came from the lounge chair under the awning.

Sylvia, who was wearing a goose-yellow coffee break dress, was leaning on the bench in a lazy posture. The mask she wore today only covered the upper half of her face, revealing her red lips and small chin. She took a sip from the tall glass. cocktail, and gently shake the bright red liquid in your hands.

"Good evening." Sheeran followed Vasius's subconscious habits of words and deeds and said hello in a nonchalant manner. A few syllables were enough to show off the characteristics of his voice.

After she finished testing, she still stood on the manhole cover outside the roof of the building, secretly observing the other party's reaction.

"Who did I think it was?" Sylvia stretched her body and sat up with her legs folded. "Your professionalism is indeed excellent. You arrived earlier than the subject of your investigation, and I found that you can always call Some strange invisible power comes out.”

After hearing this, Sheeran slowly took off his cloak, revealing a face with low features under Vasius' top hat.

"I didn't come to Saint-Talambang for a vacation." She said "hehe" with a smile but not a smile: "You will enjoy it. When can we rotate the work we do?"

"Do you think it's fun to accompany these lunatics?" Sylvia said, "How is the matter of the 'Lightless Door' that you were arranged to do?"

"The guarantee mission has been completed, but there are always new troubles." Sheeran responded.

"Is that a good place to stay?"

"You can go try it."

"Take a seat." Sylvia smiled sweetly and took another sip of the cocktail. "The people from the Blending School will be coming up soon. I suggest you put on your cloaks, if you are interested in staying here and listening for a while."

"The topic of today's discussion is 'The Door of Coincidence'?" Sheeran asked.

"I hope those guys can help us open it safely." Sylvia nodded, "If the wreckage of the 'Calamity' can be contained, and using her 'probability, cause and effect, and connection' characteristics, Mr. Pogolelic may be able to Deduced the relevant high-level secret rituals to retrieve more clues about the remains of other source gods.”

As the conversation progressed, Sheeran secretly went through several key elements in his mind.

Recognizing the voice, the name of the door, knowing that Vasius’ work requires entering a secret place, reminding himself to put on his cloak now, directly stating the characteristics of ‘disaster’, and mentioning Pogorelic’s plan

It is basically confirmed that Sylvia is an informant of the Special Patrol Department.

She nodded, put her cloak back on, stepped out of the manhole cover, and stepped on the stone tiles on the roof.

When she walked under the awning and sat down next to Sylvia, the door under the eaves opened next to the French window.

downstairs.

Fan Ning stood next to the trees in a corner of the withered courtyard, carefully looking at the surrounding environment with his eyes. At the same time, the thread of inspiration acting on the steel manhole cover was always sensing subtle changes.

Among the various signals previously agreed upon, if Sheeran taps the soles of his feet twice, it means that an unexpected situation has occurred that requires evacuation, and he will immediately control the manhole cover to float down as quickly as possible within a safe range.

At this moment, the weight of the girl stepping on it disappeared, which meant that her conversation with someone on the top of the building was basically as expected, and she walked directly down.

The manhole cover fell from the roof with free fall acceleration, then suddenly decelerated as it approached the ground, and finally touched the soil silently.

A beam of car lights pierced the night sky and quickly passed over the walls of the alley buildings in this area, accompanied by the roar of the engine from far to near.

In the dark courtyard, Fan Ning leaned calmly at the door, watching his figure illuminated by the headlights, and then watching the front of a red car gradually become clearly visible in the dazzling light.

This is definitely not the one that was kicked into the river, but why is it also so tattered?

Fanning looked at the rolled-up hood of the car in some confusion.

After the car entered the yard, it first braked crookedly, and the side door scraped a harsh sound on the abandoned street lamp pole, then stepped on the accelerator and reversed a distance, the tires rolled over several uneven tiles, and finally the taillights "banged" and hit the wire mesh behind.

"You arrived earlier than me, which is really shameful." The car stopped and Benjamin stepped out of the cab.

"Drunk driving?" Fanning asked with an interested smile.

"Of course not, alcohol makes people unable to stay rational and sober." Benjamin shook his head seriously, "What do you think of my new car looks like?"

Fanning was about to continue talking, but then he saw Benjamin's appearance clearly, and Tong Kong shrank.

Benjamin's eye sockets were sunken, and all the exposed skin had colorful bruises like birthmarks. His muscles were loose, and his originally broad forehead had turned into an indescribable strange shape.

Fanning raised his hand, and a brown short-barreled shotgun floated out of the cockpit behind Benjamin and fell directly into his hands.

"Open the door and lead the way." Fanning did not point the gun at him, but held it casually in his hand and turned around.

Fanning did not have the idea of ​​exploring on his own or forcing these people to cooperate with his investigation for the time being. He just made a few casual moves to show his deterrence on the basis of his original powerful spiritual aura.

Now Fanning can call on a high-level invisible force that is very powerful, not only in violence, but also in completing some special actions. Moreover, "Candle" gives the ability to resist mental attacks such as illusions, and "Key" can make people more resistant to hidden knowledge pollution.

It is not difficult for him to deal with a middle-level knowledgeable person like Benjamin, mainly because he is afraid of Sylvia.

Sure enough, the other party's spiritual sense probed towards Fanning, and two powerful waves belonging to the "candle" phase intersected and confronted each other, and then Fanning saw that Benjamin's eyes, which looked like a pair of holes, showed a look of awe.

"In less than a month, your spirituality and invisible power have grown so much. You are indeed a person who is closer to her knowledge. With you coming forward, we are more confident in seeing the holy spring and completing great achievements."

Benjamin took the key to turn the iron door and made a gesture of invitation.

The pungent smell inside did not become stronger, and it was still at a level of being there and not being there. Fanning in the dark roughly felt that some office supplies were placed on the first floor.

Benjamin did not take him in, but turned along the left wall.

Fanning followed him into something that looked like a steam elevator. As the gear chain creaked and slowly ascended, Fanning stared at him and asked, "How do I take out "The Painful Room"?"

"Of course, I use a drifting bottle."

"How do I use it?"

"Just like when I send you a letter, roll it up, fold it in half, and put it in the bottle. Write the name of the recipient in your mind on the label, and put it in the water. It will float to where he is."

"But the name tag has turned to ash."

"Maybe you can put another one up?" Benjamin scratched the strange bruise on his arm.

""Fanning always felt that this person was unreliable, and where could he find a river in the Special Patrol Office building?

He tried again, "Can I put it in the basin?"

"You need to at least watch it disappear from sight, right?"

Fanning nodded slightly and was silent for a while. When the elevator was about to reach the top floor, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why didn't you just tell me in the letter? Why did you call me over?"

"I didn't mean to take up your precious time to learn." Benjamin explained quickly, "I was mainly worried that you would dissolve too early. I specially commissioned Ms. Sylvia to find an item that can relieve it. I will pay for it. Of course, there are many people in public places, so we have to be careful when talking about achievements and don't let the people in the Special Patrol Office know."

He said this He laughed nervously twice: "I know you don't care, but whether it is for your early transportation and relocation, or for your later appreciation, it can be of some use. This is my help and a little thought."

Fanning's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

Benjamin vowed: "Mr. Fanning, don't worry, with it, you will have time to send "The Painful Room" to the mobile before it is completely dissolved."

This man's incoherent words made Fanning feel sick. It seems that what He Meng said at the Lianmeng Conference is true. This "Painful Room" is indeed extremely dangerous. When I go to the sealing room to get my phone, I must stay away from it.

The elevator door opened, and Fanning also stepped onto the spotless stone bricks on the roof. He saw "Vasius" sitting next to Sylvia in a black cloak at a glance. In addition, there were two familiar faces, the perfumer who escaped at the graduation concert, and Graham, the dean of the Polytechnic Institute of St. Lania University and a professor of chemistry.

The physical state of the two people behind also showed similar changes to Benjamin, and their mental state also became a little abnormal. Graham had met Fanning before, but he did not say anything now.

The two seemed to have finished their conversation and were walking back, passing by him.

Fanning naturally did not hear what they talked about, but it didn't matter, "Vasius" knew.

"Dear Mr. Mendeleev or Mr. Fanning, you finally decided to participate in the commission. It seems that you have a pleasant communication with Mr. Benjamin, right?" Sylvia's voice came from afar.

Fanning looked at the graceful figure sitting on the bench with legs crossed.

He found that since he was promoted to a high rank, he would have an indescribable sense of confidence or control by observing those middle and low-level knowledgeable people with the spiritual perception of "candle", but he still couldn't see through this woman.

"People always return to the path of pursuing the right things, which took me a while." Fanning walked to the round coffee table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He suddenly felt that the identities of these people today were really magical.

Xilan was pretending to be an investigator of the Special Patrol Office, and the real Special Patrol Office staff was pretending to be the head of the secret world. Two people from the official organization were contaminated, and Fanning, the third official staff, was accompanying them to pretend to be contaminated.

The only normal person became a perfumer.

Benjamin began to look through his wallet and took out a pile of crumpled banknotes.

Although it looked shabby, Fanning found that these were all the largest denominations, and the total amount should have exceeded a thousand.

"You should know that this is not enough to exchange for the 'gel fetal membrane'." Sylvia reminded.

"As you said, I owe an extra thing to do." Benjamin said.

Sylvia nodded and handed Fanning a glass box: "A ritual device that can slow down the pollution of the 'pool' phase, wrapped around the wrist when in use."

You can see that there is a translucent red tissue inside, which looks like some kind of biological fetal membrane. What's more strange is that there are a group of lines and musical note markings on it.

"Re, minor triad? What is the relationship between the ritual device that slows down the pollution of the 'pool' phase and the D minor triad?"

Fanning was very confused, but he didn't say anything and put it away.

Resisting any pollution has nothing to do with him. His purpose is just to get his phone back.

Tonight seems to be unusually smooth, and he can return to Uvlansel as soon as possible tomorrow.

"Another short and efficient night talk." Sylvia laughed, indicating that the meeting mission tonight had been completed.

"I hope my work can be so efficient." "Vasius" next to her stood up.

Fanning understood, and under his invisible control, the manhole cover nearly 20 meters downstairs rose again, sending Hiran down.

"Mr. Fanning, where are you staying? In order to save your precious time to learn, I will drive you." Benjamin said.

"No, just take me downstairs."

In a blink of an eye, Sylvia was the only one left on the roof again.

"Interesting" She looked at the corner where "Vasius" left, and then stared at the direction where Fanning walked into the elevator. Suddenly she smiled lightly, and her lips under the mask outlined an arc, and then she drank the last cocktail in the goblet.

As the bright red liquid disappeared, some "frosted glass"-like light white lines appeared at the transparent position at the bottom of the goblet.

It was a vortex-shaped snake symbol.