Old-time musicians

Fanning suddenly looked around, and his sight lingered on these people one by one.

Although the sky outside the library window was dim, the lights in the room were bright enough to see the things around him.

All the people who took books, put them down, and flipped through the bookshelves were holding music scores in their hands.

All the people who were typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse in front of the computer were also searching and swiping between the web pages with music scores.

From the whispers of several people standing in front of the guide desk, it can be vaguely heard that they were consulting about related matters.

"Looking for music scores?"

Fanning stood up slowly and walked through these people.

He walked to the window, frowned at the sky that seemed to be heavily polluted, and pulled up the half-covered roller blinds.

In the dark yellow turbid smoke and the void, there were densely packed crescent moons floating, and those cracked and uneven gaps were like eyeballs staring at him!

"Bang!!" "Crash--"

The sound of books hitting the ground and cups breaking came from behind.

Fanning's spiritual state seemed a little dull, and he was a little slow to realize it. Before he could feel "numbness" at the strange scene in front of him, he turned around and was attracted by the sudden movement behind him.

"There is nothing, so why did I come to you?" A woman roared at the top of her voice.

"Madam, our library has a detailed and complete collection of serious music documents, covering various composers and various artistic styles, but it does not include modern music works after the 20th century," a professional male voice explained calmly.

There was actually a reader who quarreled with the staff here because of the problem of searching for documents.

"Liar, liar! You are a liar, you cunning guys!" The woman was disheveled and hysterical.

"Madam, our library has included" the male staff repeated and politely explained.

"Cunning guys, wait, I will teach you a lesson! Don't even think about it--"

"Puff--"

A sharp blade stabbed into the woman's abdomen and was pulled out in an instant.

She fell back to her seat, and a blood clot the size of a watermelon gradually appeared on her clothes.

"Madam, our library"

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and the service staff holding the handle of the knife continued to apologize.

The people around him were indifferent, as if everything in front of them did not exist, still doing their own things, or talking in a low voice.

"What kind of elements do you think can be used as a codeword to ensure that they cannot understand?"

In a seat in a shadowy corner next to him, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a sun hat sat down at some point.

Elements? Codewords? Ensure that they cannot understand?

"Of course, it is something they have never seen before." Fanning blurted out subconsciously.

The whispers of the people around him became more and more noisy.

"Since you have made a wish and have been chosen, please obey Bishop Lavoisier's orders from now on, put life and death aside, and seek the "theme of God" as the mission destination."

"Remember the Pope's reminder."

These are the footsteps and words of the people coming to dinner in the corridor.

Fanning, who was taking a nap at the desk, suddenly raised his head from the confessional seat. In front of him was still the long mahogany table over ten meters long.

The narrow baffle used to block the opposite seat has been removed, replaced by a row of burning candlesticks.

The light and shadows are dancing.

The soft red curtain outside the confessional has also been removed, revealing the original simple stone walls in the small auditorium, and the gas wall lamps with classical hollow patterns are emitting soft halos.

Fanning took out his mobile phone, but did not see the overwhelming "Beware of snakes!" new message reminders.

The dream just now was so short that it seemed like a momentary hallucination.

There was a thoughtful light flowing in his eyes.

Not long after, he stood up because someone had come in.

"Bishop Lavoisier, you don't have to move." Pope Janing XIX said.

The Pope and Cardinal Richelieu of the Western Continent sat down directly on the left and right sides of Fanning.

"Melartin, you and I were not selected, but as the farewell, the credit is also not small." Cardinal Richelieu smiled and watched the presiding judge continue to sit on the left.

Then, Bishop Tucville, who was confirmed by Fanning, also sat down, and then the other team members.

In addition to himself and Tucville, the two profound ones, there are two high-ranking clergymen, Father Jacob and Father Durke.

Fanning did not select the team members to maximize their combat power. The Abnormal Zone is not a place for fighting. Moreover, the South Country is gone. If the church's assets are drained again, another extraordinary organization that can barely be taken seriously by the Special Patrol Office will decline, and the art industry in the Western Continent will be in jeopardy.

The three clergymen he selected are all old or single, without too many family members to worry about.

In addition, four soldiers were selected.

The guilty Brigadier General Boles and Lieutenant Andrew, Colonel Alpha, who has a firm belief, strong will, and superb mechanical skills, and a cook named Ivan who suffers from cancer.

In general, Fanning also fully and objectively considered their comprehensive qualities before selecting, especially the qualities required for long-term travel in the no-man's land. In this regard, he himself may not be good at it, and the clergy may not be better than the soldiers-for example, when the vehicle breaks down, the experience of dealing with extreme weather or special terrain, etc.

Fanning needed a team of entourage who could take him as deep as possible, and he would communicate this purpose clearly later.

While thinking, he tapped his nails on the table, which was a habitual action of the "organist".

At present, including himself, there were 8 team members and 3 farewellers.

There were 11 people at the banquet.

"You don't have to deliberately arrange your seats, just sit down." He gently instructed, "Because after the sun rises and the rooster crows, I am no longer a bishop, and you are no longer priests or soldiers. After entering there, it is hard to say whether you will recognize me or not."

Everyone was silent for a while, and the movements slowed down a bit.

Several deacons and servants pushed in the dining car.

In wartime, in the war zone, the food is simple unleavened bread, grape wine, and a small amount of vegetable soup.

After the deacons and servants presented the food, they placed butter plates, one small cup and one small wipe for each person.

"Fathers, good evening. I should not be late." Roy also walked into the small hall and bowed.

"It's because everyone arrived a little early." Bishop Tukwell said.

Roy and Ms. Hermosa also sat down at the long table, so there were naturally two more people.

A total of 13 people.

"13 people?"

"Be careful of snakes?"

The candlelight swayed between the cups and cups. Connecting with the previous dream, Fanning felt an inexplicable strangeness in his heart. After thinking about it, he asked them to start eating.

He was one step faster than everyone else. He took the bread, blessed it, broke it, and handed it to everyone, saying, "Take it and eat it."

He took the cup, blessed it, and handed it to them, saying, "You all drink this."

Everyone began to eat the bread and drink the wine, and Fanning said again:

"I tell you the truth, one of you may betray the whereabouts of this team."