Old-time musicians

Chapter 626 Meeting with the Special Patrol Office

"Are you sure their original words were 'invite' and not 'want'?"

Fan Ning laughed when he heard this, as if he had confirmed something he had expected.

"The wording is indeed 'invitation.'" There was the sound of shaking paper from the other side of the phone receiver. Sheeran's voice was still full of worry, "I don't know why they did this kind of repetition. I answered the phone. On the way, the telegraph machine spit out documents simultaneously."

"For formality, to leave a mark."

"Formal? Leave a trace?."

Sheeran has been at the helm of the Turner Art Hall for so long, and he also understands the basics of these administrative affairs. Writing is indeed a more serious and formal way, but based on the practice of the Special Inspection Hall and the potential purpose of this group of people, Say, what difference does everything make?

"What would happen if it wasn't formal?" she couldn't help but ask.

"The fault comes first and no one cares." Fan Ning said calmly.

No one can arbitrarily call a "New Moon" in and out, and no one is willing to bear the infamy and anger brought by the former from the art world and the wider public.

Fanning would ignore the news.

Their next plan has been passive since then.

But what if it is a formal and respectful invitation in the name of the government, in the name of administration, in writing?

The person invited was not "Master Fanning", but "Fanning, the first person in charge of Turner Art Hall"?

The fault and pressure caused by the hasty handling were all transferred to Fan Ning.

Well, the inspector general who now takes over the positions of He Meng and Gang and leads the surveillance and investigation of himself should be that Lassus. He is the main handler and Deputy Owen.

After returning, we met several times without meeting, and it seemed that this person had some ideas and style.

"Okay, Xilan, don't be nervous." After a few seconds of silence on both ends of the phone, Fan Ning said with a warm smile, "Thank you, please continue to prepare the conversation list and schedule, my secretary."

He hung up the phone.

Push the door open, close it, and take the shortcut out of the palace along the spiral staircase on the other side of the corridor.

It was just dark outside, and the last trace of pink in the sunset was eroded and faded.

Under the wide and tall front steps, Fan Ning saw a small van parked at first sight.

A police car without its overhead lights on.

It looks very static against the backdrop of a steel city composed of traffic, lights, soot and airships.

Fan Ning opened the back seat door without saying a word, and the driver in the driver's seat also started the engine without saying a word.

The car turned around at the gate of Cold Spring Palace, passed through a winding alley, and soon left Parliament Street and entered the Paspierre Bridge of Glory, which runs parallel to it.

Headquarters of the Special Inspection Department, Santa Ramburg, 1050 North Street, Paspierre.

Half an hour later, Fan Ning once again entered the courtyard where the Police Security Department logo was hung.

In the night, two black and gray twin buildings stood tall.

I remembered that three years ago, I had sneaked in here as "Vasius", and was inexplicably brought into the Lianmeng meeting area in the building by He Meng.

No one greets, no one communicates, the air is as silent as an exhausted hourglass.

The only sound was the tapping of Fan Ning's leather shoes and that of the staff member leading the way.

And the slight noise caused by the salutes of the guarding policemen when he stepped into the building.

The cold white light of the carbonized lamp shines directly into the corridor, and Fan Ning walks through the tightly guarded iron gates with an expressionless expression, as if he is co-acting in a mime.

The guide helped press the top button of the steam elevator, then stepped out of the elevator car, leaving Fan Ning alone inside.

"hold head high!!!"

The device made a high-pitched chirp.

The elevator door closes until it opens again one minute later.

The cool and moist night wind blew in my face, with a slight hint of the pungent smell of sulfide smoke.

There is an open-air platform on the top floor, with an unobstructed view of the lights of Fort Santalan on the outside, and a glass room in front.

There are lush potted green plants, a long mahogany table, a hard leather sofa, several gramophones and bookcases, and a drinking fountain connected to the outside world.

The style is somewhat homely.

Chief Inspector Lasus, followed by Chief Inspector Owen, and senior investigator Salman, who serves as an assistant - the original person in charge of the Ufranser station before it was "upgraded" - the three have already Sit at the table opposite.

"Master Fan Ning, you are here."

"I heard that tonight you were awarded the Order of the Thistle by the King and became a well-deserved Meritorious Artist of the Empire. I must congratulate you."

The two inspectors took the lead in greeting them.

"You have improved on your timing this time. It's not like the last time I called at about four o'clock in the morning and almost gave someone a heart attack."

Fan Ning walked to the drinking table very familiarly, got herself a glass of cold water, and then sat down directly on the sofa opposite the three of them.

"Everyone, there are no surrounding flashlights here. Let's announce the topic of today's conversation. I didn't have enough dinner, and I may have to get extra food later."

"We don't have a fixed topic. In fact, tonight's conversation has richer possibilities." Lasus's gaunt and thin facial muscles moved, and he gestured with his eyes to senior investigator Salman beside him, " However, you can first ask Master Fan Ning to review a document."

What?

Fan Ning watched coldly as Salman turned a document around and pushed the pen towards him.

"The draft of the detailed investigation report on the resignation of the conductor Fan Ning on the 'Resurrection Premiere Day' two years ago and the incident of the rebirth of the 'Split Chrysalis' entity of the Eternal Life Esoteric Cult is submitted for review," Salman explained.

"Page 64." Fan Ning's fingers lifted a small corner of the document and quickly flipped through the afterimage.

"It is indeed a 'detailed' investigation report that seems to have taken a lot of effort and a lot of overtime. So, what is this for? Do you want me to sign and issue a document? My personnel relations are not in the Special Patrol Office."

Lasus slowly opened his mouth and said:

"This draft for review has been revised and rejected many times. The final version was finalized on September 25, 914 in the New Calendar. Due to the long interval, some changes may occur in the restoration, analysis and characterization of the facts. .The pen is now in your hand, and you can make some deletions on it according to the actual situation. "

"Can I understand it as a kind of consultation?" Fan Ning smiled lightly, "This is not your style, and of course, it is not within the scope of my reading interests."

"It's been a long time, yes, it's been a long time, so the biggest change that has happened is that I am too lazy to read it. If there is still a need to send it out, I will send it out as soon as possible."

"It is recommended to change the topic to a more interesting and meaningful topic. If, as you said, today's conversation 'has richer possibilities'."