Old-time musicians

"Abnormal area?"

"What is the aberration zone?"

"What does it have to do with the Special Patrol Office?"

After Fan Ning narrowed down the scope of his demands, many people expressed confusion, especially the agent. Judging from the changes in his shoulders straightening and falling, he was obviously very discouraged.

"Sylvia's eyes changed when she looked at me." Fan Ning's spiritual sense felt the fluctuations coming from the head of the round table.

"What exactly is in the Abnormal Zone? None of these underground intellectuals have heard of this term, and only this woman with the most mysterious origin knows about it?"

"If Sylvia says that she can tell me information but needs to accept her commission in exchange, do I agree or disagree?"

Exploring information about the abnormal area is an important purpose for him in the future, but it is not the purpose of coming here today.

The main reason for raising this demand is to deceive people, determine their position and situation, and hide the details of one's own strength.

"I know something, and I just need the radiant spirit liquid." "Purple Bean Cake" on the other side waved.

Joan, are you serious? Fan Ning's thinking was interrupted.

He decisively pushed the small box towards the "Purple Bean Cake" on the opposite side.

"Yes. But I can only write down some brief information points, and it will take some time for you to read or"

"Purple Bean Cake" said as he reached into the round table with his slender hands, pulled out a few pieces of note paper, and prepared to start writing.

"It doesn't matter." Fan Ning's laughter seemed very unconcerned. "It's already yours. I'm waiting for you to write to me. If you can collect more detailed information later, I won't mind having another bottle. ”

"Ah?~~~?" "Purple Bean Cake"'s lively and cheerful voice was trembling with joy at this time.

"Thank you, Mr. Mendeleev, you are a good man. I will give it to you right away."

Joan, you are the first person in the world to send me a good guy card. Fan Ning’s expression under the mask was dumbfounding.

Sylvia's charming laughter was also filled with surprise: "There are not many real deals that can be concluded at every gathering. I didn't expect that the first one today was so quick. Mr. Mendeleev is so refreshing and generous."

For her, every word spoken by each person will be examined in her mind for authenticity and to speculate on the other person's actual motives. After all, people who can talk and laugh happily on such occasions cannot believe everything literally. , especially strength, position and identity.

Now that Fan Ning really paid such an expensive price in exchange for a few pieces of note paper, Sylvia truly confirmed that his motive for coming here was to gather information, that his position was inconsistent with the Special Patrol Office, and that she believed him His strength is "worthy" of confronting the Special Patrol Office.

"The value of intelligence depends on who needs it." Fan Ning leaned back in his seat with a smile.

Sylvia's golden mask nodded slightly: "Then, continue, everyone who has not spoken."

"I have a ritual vessel here," the agent said.

Ritual utensil? Are the items that were once used in some high-ranking ancient mysteries to enhance the sense of ritual still contain all kinds of strange and mysterious properties? Fan Ning recalled another piece of knowledge he learned during the day.

The agent took out a small, ancient copper artifact cast in the shape of an animal liver.

"When you put it in a close-fitting inner pocket, you will never get drunk, and your wounds will heal twice as fast as usual. In addition, put it on the mystical altar of the 'cocoon' or 'pool' aspect There are some bonuses to the effect.”

"For some people, it is barely useful, so what is the curse?" came the old voice of the translator.

"Personal custodian, I have the urge to dissect myself from time to time, but it's not difficult to restrain it. You see, I'm not good at this." After the agent finished speaking, he looked around the attendees and felt that everyone was quiet.

"It's me and I choose to take action." Sylvia chuckled.

"But we can always continue to discover new properties of this kind of objects." Seeing the silence, the agent's tone was a little sarcastic.

"Let's talk about your work progress. How is the recruitment situation?" Sylvia asked.

The agent replied: "There are more than ten people."

What's the meaning? What to recruit? ...Fan Ning pricked up his ears.

"The efficiency is too low. If you act like this, you won't be able to complete my deadline." Sylvia's tone was a little dissatisfied.

"The main thing is that the people we need to recruit, whose family economic status is generally not bad, will not necessarily be attracted."

"Increase the salary, make recommendations, and speed up the progress."

"...Okay." The agent's attitude was very good.

The brief and unclear conversation between the two aroused Fan Ning's curiosity.

recruit? recommend? treatment? If the target's economy is not bad, he may not be attracted? There are already more than ten people and there is still not enough progress?

A detail suddenly flashed through Fan Ning's mind, and he thought of a person.

His former roommate Calvin!

When I took the improvisation test for the first time, while chatting with him, he said that he had found a part-time job with good pay.

With his mysterious look, Fan Ning suspected that he was engaged in some kind of profession where he "didn't want to fight anymore".

When we chatted in a public class for the second time, he had heavy circles under his eyes and was yawning profusely, but he got good grades in composition? You also said that several people had poor results this year?

Fan Ning didn't think anything of it in his mind at first, but today when he contacted some key words in the conversation between the two people, he suddenly felt that these things were a little abnormal!

"Next one." Sylvia returned to her gentle tone.

The experience officer coughed: "I would like to ask first if anyone is willing to cooperate with me to explore a road sign."

"Come on," the agent said, "No one dares to ask for the Yiyong road sign you sell here. Who dares to go to the coordinates of unknown origin and do it with others."

"There may be a secret realm of migration near this road sign. I can't deal with all kinds of strange situations by myself, and I can't be sure to return safely before my inspiration runs out."

What is this? ...Fan Ning always hears information that he doesn't understand clearly.

I know the road signs of Yiyong, but what is the secret realm of Yiyong?

"Moving to the secret realm?" The perfumer who stayed away from the incident rarely spoke.

"Moving to the secret realm?" The agent's tone contained a mix of surprise and longing.

But he immediately smiled and said: "This is not something someone at my level dares to covet. I still want to live for a few more years."

The translator's old voice also teased: "Experiencer, if one day I am really about to die, please remember to show me something before you die."

Then no one spoke.

"It seems that you are also unlucky." Sylvia, who was sitting on the back, changed her posture, "Then, tell me about your progress."

The experience officer replied: "Much ahead of schedule, Ms. Sylvia."

"We are open and honest and clearly mark the price. They have a positive attitude and compete for it. I think this will fundamentally improve their family's economic situation."

Fan Ning was confused when he heard it. He thought it sounded like he was doing something good and something was wrong.

Hell, are these knowledgeable people in the shadows discussing charity issues in underground gatherings?

Sylvia nodded slightly: "Next one."

It was the translator's turn. He handed a small notebook to the person in charge, and then said cautiously: "Madam, the current translation progress is probably close to 40 to 50%."

"What's 40% to 50%?"

"Probably early 40%."

Sylvia nodded, showing no emotion. She took out three small plastic boxes similar to jelly packaging and threw them into the translator's hands.

The translator's old voice suddenly felt a little awkward: "Can you give me six boxes first? Well, five boxes as before will do. I will make up for the missed progress when I attend the next meeting."

Fan Ning observed silently.

What is this? jelly? Dark brown jelly? Why does it feel like Guiling jelly?

He was entrusted with translating a certain document in exchange for this thing?

Seeing no answer for a moment, the translator seemed a little restless.

He twisted his body and kept changing his sitting position, and his explanation was not very smooth: "This document of yours is really special. Its main poem only takes up less than one-tenth of the page, and the rest are all quotations from each other. The preface, comments, index, notes, and supplements are in mixed languages, the writing is obscure, and they are confusing. It’s like a big ball of yarn. I happen to be stuck at a certain node right now. I just need to smooth it out——"

“If you pay someone to do something for others, do you pay based on the results or the process?”

Sylvia interrupted the translator's explanation. Her tone sounded like a smile but not a smile, like anger but not anger. Although her voice was lazy and sexy, Fan Ning felt a chill for some reason.

"But I said the progress can be made up next time!" The translator tensed up and suddenly shouted in a high-pitched voice, which made Fan Ning's eardrums ring. Then he muttered like a deflated rubber ball: "You Why don’t you believe my explanation?”

There's something wrong with this translator's condition.

Also, why does this person's voice feel so familiar to me? Definitely someone I know.

Who is it? Fan Ning frowned deeply.

"The last one to speak." Sylvia's tone returned to normal and she ignored the translator.

After speaking, she, wearing a golden mask, looked at Joan, who was sitting opposite Fan Ning.