Old-time musicians

Fan Ning was slightly surprised at this moment. In just a few hours, they had already found out such details?

"I'm really a little curious." Fan Ning smiled, "Are you following and monitoring my private life from beginning to end?"

"It's not surveillance. It's just that the evidence is solid and the source is credible." Fabian took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them. "We investigated the passenger flow and surrounding conditions of the auction house in the evening. He is the concertmaster of the school symphony orchestra. Julius happened to bump into you."

"I would go out temporarily to buy food. It was just across the street." Fan Ning explained lightly.

"It's a shame you can think of such a poor reason." Fan Ning responded with a sneer.

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At this moment, the female clerk who had previously shown her ID to Fan Ning knocked on the door and entered. She showed the transcript in her hand to Vice President Huxley and reported in a low voice.

"Is the investigation testimony credible? The clerk remembered such a trivial matter so clearly?" Huxley asked after listening.

"She sounded very sure," the clerk replied, "because when Carolyn Van Ning bought the sandwich, she added two black pepper sausages that were too big to fit in, and she didn't have change. She was deeply impressed, and we found the person who was there at that time. Several workers in the queue confirmed each other. "

In fact, Fan Ning bumped into Julius in front and turned back to buy a sandwich behind. This was just because everyone at the food stall was using natural memory instead of deliberately recording the time. In their impression, it was always close to nine o'clock.

Just a small processing trick.

Huxley nodded slightly when he heard this, indicating that Fabian could move on to the next question.

"The incident occurred near Joan Nehemiah's residence. Why did you appear at the scene in the first place? As far as I know, starting from Prudence Auction House, whether it was returning to your own residence or to Cilan Koner Your residence will be separated before then, and there will be no such detour. "

"Can't I escort the school girl home?" Fan Ning smiled in surprise, "Professor, if you have a slightly younger mentality, you won't find anything wrong with everything you see."

"Then why didn't you call the police after the incident? Just now we learned from Qiong that not only did you not report it, but you also asked her not to report it. What was your motive for this?"

"Professor, we are all knowledgeable people. There is no need to ask questions knowingly, right? If calling the police can solve the problem, what do you want the Special Patrol Office and your Bologna School to do? I don't have the leisure to spend the night in the Police Security Bureau. Frankly speaking, the conditions are not as good as yours. Here now.”

"You've delayed precious time."

"But I saved myself and my schoolmates' sleep." Fan Ning spread his hands.

"Caron, watch your attitude." Vice Principal Huxley, who had previously admired Fan Ning's musical talent, now sounded angry, "This joke is not funny at all."

"Attitude?" Fan Ning shook his head and chuckled after hearing this: "Professors, you have too high demands on my obligations, as if I have become the culprit of delaying your prime investigation time... After Teacher Anton passes away, I can be Drag Cecil away to play the piano for everyone sitting leisurely at the judges' table. Now it's Cecil's teacher's turn to pass away, and I can't even go back and take a nap? It's interesting, your double standards are really interesting..."

Huxley's face turned very ugly.

"It doesn't matter, Fan Ning, that's not the point." Fabian said coldly, "The point is: there are people who know. You admitted the fact that you peeked into the taboo without permission, right?"

Fan Ning kept smiling and was noncommittal.

"Where did you put that document?" Fabian asked.

"Eh?" This question finally aroused Fan Ning's interest, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

He instantly understood two key points from this question. One was that the other party might know something about Lorraine Browne's participation in underground gatherings of intellectuals.

If this point is understandable based on the relationship between the two, another point is a bit puzzling: Why did Fabian ask about the document in front of the other two people without hesitation?

In principle, it is not against the rules for officially registered insiders to participate in gatherings of underground insiders. Sometimes it is out of transaction needs, with free rights and self-pay for risks, and sometimes it is to investigate cases or collect intelligence.

But Lorraine Browne broke through this scope. He accepted Sylvia's commission. Fan Ning did not think that this mysterious woman planned anything visible-the suicide of teacher Anton, the madness of many students, the Lan's attack and these incidents that occurred on the territory of the University of San Lenia may all be related to this underground party.

Is it possible that everyone in the Bologna School branch on campus knows about this and acquiesces?

Am I cheating myself?

The confused expression on Fan Ning's face at this moment was really not an act.

Of course, he still asked: "What document?"

Fabian looked at Fan Ning coldly: "It won't do you any good to act stupid. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. We have plenty of time to chat slowly here."

"Finally showing intention to detain people," Fan Ning thought to himself.

It seems that in this incident, the Bologna School is more concerned not with restoring the facts of the death of its members, but with the whereabouts of this document?

Fan Ning said: "To tell you the truth, after the aberration fell, I did search him carefully. The motive was to get more information after the attack, but it was pretty much what I expected. This kind of mess The destructive force coupled with the fire destroyed everything that should have been lost. I wanted to take the cash to make up for the mental damage, but I found that it was too damaged to be used. "

Looking at Fabian's confused expression, he slowly shook his head and said: "Professor, there is really no need for you to communicate with me in this way. It is really unnecessary. If everyone uses less routines, the efficiency of solving the problem will be much higher. "

"Hand over the documents. In this case, before graduation, the University of St. Lenia may consider suspending the transfer of your problem to the Special Inspectorate due to reputation issues. You still have time to try to solve this problem on your own." Fabi An said.

"Give you time alone to think it over," said Huxley.

The three of them stood up from the sofa one after another.

Fan Ning was holding the cup and putting water into his mouth. He almost choked to death when he heard these words.

Did you even say the four words "reputation issue"?

If this matter is published as it is, will you have any reputation?

To take a step back, even if he does not have an official status, according to the hierarchical control of the Special Patrol Office, he is only at the lightest level where the use of secret rituals or invisible powers is prohibited. Instead of being imprisoned, he has not done anything that violates the regulations. matter.

Before leaving, Dean Gould, who had been silent, spoke up: "Caron, the school has been investigating Professor Anton Konard's matter and has obtained some preliminary clues. I understand your dissatisfaction." , but we have to respect the objective progress of the matter. That document is an important part of the investigation of recent events. If we find it in the next few days, or we can confirm that it is not with you, we will let you go."

"Thank you, Dean."

Fanning attended Gould's piano recital. He was a master of Kashunich's keyboard music, and his unique playing style was deeply fascinating.

The only time Fan Ning had any contact with him was in the last few times, and he only had some good impressions of the old man.

Close the door and it's quiet.

At least several expected goals were achieved. First of all, from their words, it was inferred that Joan should only be briefly questioned, and Sheeran did not appear in their field of vision as a witness at all.

Secondly, I began to come into contact with the high-level people behind the scenes of the University of San Lenia: the Bologna School. Although the first impression was not pleasant, it would do more good than harm for the later investigation of Teacher Anton.

Fan Ning stretched his limbs, took out the music sheet and pen from his briefcase, and continued writing.

He just didn't mention his status as an associate member of the Guidance School, but he had a third purpose: he wanted to be put under house arrest by the knowledgeable people of the school for one night.

In this way, you may be able to verify whether the direction of one of your guesses is correct.