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"Your origin? Purpose?"

After hearing this, the man in gray clothes sat tired by the wall and wanted to stretch his hands on the ground to sit up a little straighter.

"Don't move, raise your hands." Fan Ning shouted coldly.

Looking at the black hole of the gun pointed at him, the man in gray slowly raised his hand.

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"Sheeran, throw that dagger out of the window first." Fan Ning changed his voice to a softer one.

"Oh." The girl's voice was trembling.

"Be careful, go around from behind, yes, turn around, don't be in the straight line connecting the dagger and this guy." Fan Ning still stared at the man in gray with his gun, reminding him with his peripheral vision.

At present, it seems that this knowledgeable person can hide and shuttle in mirrors, can remotely control sharp blades, and has proficient skills in using firearms.

These abilities are weird and difficult to guard against, so you must carefully eliminate all risks.

"Smash that mirror even more."

Hirando did as he was told.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--" the ice layer on the mask of the man in gray has melted and dripped away from the exhaled water vapor, Fan Ning exchanged temperature with the ice on the roof again, and continued to restrict his sight by thickening it.

Even though his inspiration was almost exhausted, the back of his head was throbbing again and again.

The man's expression under the mask was filled with despair. This young man looked like a wise man, and his inspiration seemed to be stronger than his own. He also did things flawlessly, completely destroying all the conditions for his ability to be used, leaving no chance!

"Why can you control both flames and frost instantly? Are you at a higher level than me?" The man couldn't help but speak, his voice a little hoarse.

However, he obviously couldn't understand that Fanning's mysterious ability was actually "temperature exchange."

"I'm asking you a question." Fan Ning reiterated while holding the revolver, "Origin? Purpose?"

"What is the origin of so-called forbidden offenders like us?" The man's tone was somewhat contemptuous and self-deprecating. "Informed people who work in the shadows exchange resources and hidden knowledge by accepting commissions in various underground gatherings. , living in the risk of 'distortion' and 'lost'."

"Compared to the blissful ignorant, we are just a group of insects who have seen the cruel nature of the world's will."

Those who violated the ban... Fan Ning heard a new term.

He naturally associated this word with the Special Patrol Office.

Does the Special Patrol Office suppress and control unofficial organizations? Anyone with knowledge?

Because their supernatural abilities can easily cause social unrest? Or is the secret organization in the dark too rampant and threatening the empire? Or are there some secret rituals with extremely evil execution conditions or effects?

Then the Special Inspectorate does not care about the knowledgeable people in churches and schools?

Fan Ning suppressed the questions in his mind without changing his expression and continued to ask: "So you have accepted some kind of commission, then what is your purpose? Is it to kill us?"

The man in gray said: "Didn't you also accept the commission? The purpose is just the opposite."

Fanning stared at this person: "Let me ask you, why did you aim at a non-lethal place when you shot her? And then you shot me, aiming at my head?"

"Don't answer me that you're not a good marksman and just took a random aim."

"The commission is to take her away?" Fan Ning's tone suddenly turned cold.

The man in gray snorted: "Your observations are quite careful."

"Who is the client? How?

"If I tell you the truth, will you let me go?" The man in gray clothes said tentatively after being silent for a while.

"Depends on the value of your information." Fan Ning wiped away the blood from his nose with his other hand.

"That depends on whether you believe it or not." The man in gray replied.

"I'm not bargaining with you!!" Fan Ning raised his gun and his voice was extremely sharp.

He didn't hide his anger and murderous intent at all.

"Okay." The man in gray sweat broke out in waves, "The initiator of the party is a woman named 'Sylvia'. Of course, this is a lie."

He quickly added: "I'm not lying to you, but this woman's claim is definitely false, and we don't know her background."

"How to attend the party?" Fan Ning asked again.

"She should have several layers of middlemen. Before the party, she will spread the time and place to uncertain channels in an uncertain form. If she knows it and is willing to come, she can go if she is knowledgeable. There are no other thresholds. Mobility of participants It’s very big, and the gathering time is generally not long, ranging from half an hour to an hour.”

"The time and place of the gathering are uncertain. To obtain information, you need to be introduced through layers of referrals. Those intermediaries will also secretly inspect potential participants first. I will tell you the channel through which I obtained the information before. It is no harm or no use."

Then the man in gray calmly reported the address of a tavern located in a rural town on the outskirts of Uflansel.

So mysterious...

Are parties open again? And secretive?

I thought I could get some information directly related to the events I experienced.

Unexpectedly, the clues got longer and longer...

Fan Ning frowned deeply.

Continue to ask who is this middleman who informs the party?

It's meaningless, not even the name of the initiator "Sylvia" is meaningful. The only thing that has some value may be gender.

If Fan Ning discovers next time that even the distinction between men and women in this mysterious world is unreliable, he will not be surprised.

"When and where will the next party be?" At least this question has the most direct value.

"8pm Thursday, 225 Finlay Street, Pshor District, southwest corner of the second floor of the warehouse area." Due to the openness and mobility of the gathering, the gray-clothed man answered very straightforwardly.

"If you complete the task, how to deliver it?" Fanning tried to see if he could continue to dig out something.

"Let me take it to a remote place and wait for it myself."

Remote places...mostly they randomly pointed out.

Is it necessary to ask for the address for subsequent investigation?

I can't take the risk alone or with Xilan.

Report to the Guidance School? I will definitely tell you about this matter.

But the delivery location of this person's commission...not to mention that there is no clear interest point, the Guidance School will not act rashly. Even if they go to wait, the other party's strength and purpose are completely unknown...I haven't officially joined yet, and I will take everyone to die together?

The delivery location is meaningless to our side.

"Okay." Fanning nodded, and then pulled the trigger of the revolver.

"Bang--"

The sound of the gun was mixed with Xilan's exclamation again.

The bullet penetrated the head, blood splashed on the wall, the man's head tilted to the side, his body slid down, and there was no sound from then on.

"Carron? Did you really shoot? Did you really kill him?" After all, Xilan was too young, and her voice was shaking.

"I never thought of letting him live."

Fanning spoke in a calm voice, but the whole person closed his eyes, squatted down, and his esophagus twitched again and again.

"His value is over. Living another second is a long night of dreams. Protecting your safety is the purpose of my coming here tonight." Fanning buried his face in his knees and said.

More than 72 hours have passed since the time travel, and he has taken a person's life with his own hands, and he is a knowledgeable person.

Fanning really has no intention of considering the emotions of the gray-clothed man before his death, or the feelings of being shot in the head.

Behind the Ningbing mask, is the expression horrified? Regret? Relief?

Or hate Fanning for still shooting under the premise of his cooperation? Or did he know that he was going to die, and said those things just to fight for the one in a million hope?

I didn't see these anyway.

But the scene of blood flowers and gray brains blooming on the wall kept replaying in my mind like an endless loop.

"Kaloen? Are you okay? Are you injured?" Xilan ran over and helped Fanning up.

Fanning shook his head slowly.

He stood with his eyes closed for about half a minute, then opened them again and looked coldly at the gray-clothed man lying in a pool of blood.

If I hadn't decided to come here today;

If I hadn't been promoted to a knowledgeable person at night;

If the gift I got in the migration surge was not useful in today's battle;

If there was no light shield from "resonance or fluctuation or echo";

If I had a slight delay or misjudgment in various details...

An opponent who didn't say a word was too scary.

For those who are decisive in killing, only those who are more decisive than him can kill.

"So even if it happens again..."

"I will still pull the trigger."

"I can't let him go."

Fanning began to recall the information he learned from him.

"Why do you want to take Hiran away?"

There is no way to know, the gray-clothed man only knows what to do, but not why.

"8 o'clock on Thursday night? The warehouse area at 225 Finlay Street in the Pushaol District?"

Why do I feel familiar with it?

Isn't 226 Finlay Street the address of Prudence Auction House? Isn't the auction time on Thursday night?

The auction starts at 7 pm, and it will definitely not end at 8 pm.

The time is staggered by one hour? The address is separated by a number?

The Yinli Fragment was obtained by Teacher Anton at the Prudence Auction House through the introduction of a man named Spence Cecil.

And Ram Cecil, the team leader with the same surname, warned Hiran at the funeral in the daytime.

After another conflict with me, he said that he would not ask about it in the future.

These nodes are slowly connected after all...

Fanning will not be blinded by the position, he began to think from Cecil's perspective.

This cousin of Hiran is not completely brainless.

He was hostile to himself and had ill intentions towards Hiran, but the warning and protection could not be said to be false, it could only be said that he was using the situation to coerce the little girl into submission.

Well, this behavior is naturally despicable.

But he obviously had other things that he thought were more important, and he seemed to have made some kind of trade-off.

Translate, what does it mean to no longer "interfere"?

There is more than one force in the dark.

Today's incident is related to Cecil, but it may not be his side that did it, but "letting" the other side do it.

Fanning made such a guess from various clues.

"Carlon, now... what should we do now?" Hiran asked somewhat at a loss.

Fanning looked at the messy room, the glass and wood chips on the carpet, the fallen furniture everywhere, the large bloodstains on the wall, the body of the man in gray...

And, there were six intermittent gunshots... This area is a densely populated residential area for school professors.

"What else can I do?"

Can I clean up the scene with the little girl, destroy the body, and silence the people around who heard the gunshot?

Is it necessary? This person is an intruder.

"Call the police!"