Angers opened the door to the room. Even though it was daytime, the light from the candlestick on the long table still scattered his shadow on the wall, and his shadow was not the only one in the room.
On the side wall, there are rows of swaying silhouettes of figures, some old or young, some modest and simple, or ambitious.
Angers was the only one who walked into the door. Everyone was looking behind him, but there was no one else behind him. After entering the room, he closed the door.
Except for one school director who is permanently absent, the remaining six school directors in the room have arrived, including Elizabeth Laurent, who accompanied Angers to the hotel. At this time, she was also sitting quietly at the table, with a flat face in front of her.
There was a small brass bell, and the candlestick could not fully illuminate her beautiful face under the black veil, only her lips, which were as red as blood.
Angers walked past the long table, and all the school directors' eyes were focused on him. When he reached the head of the long table, no one said a word until he sat down and found a comfortable position on the chair.
Sit down, take the small brass bell placed in front of you, then shake it and say: "Everyone is here, then I announce that the emergency meeting of the school board of directors has officially begun. According to tradition, the school director who convened the emergency meeting should explain that there is no need to delay
situation and the first set of emergency measures, then the first person to speak this time should be...Mr. Pompeo of the Gattuso family."
There was silence on the long table, no one spoke, and no one rang the bell, but everyone's eyes were focused on the man second from last at the table to the right of Angers, but that man was not Pompeii Cato
Suo, if that's the case, then the other party shouldn't have just the copper bell in front of him right now, but a glass of refreshing lime wine.
Tens of seconds later, someone rang the bell.
"The opening joke is not funny, Angers. This emergency meeting is about discussing the matter, not deliberately targeting anyone. You should know this." The person ringing the bell was an old man twisting the beads. He was almost invisible under the candlelight.
His eyes, the deep-set eye sockets seemed to hide a dry well, and any gaze peeking in was like a pebble thrown into the wellhead without any response.
"Will there be a fight next, or will we start a childish scolding war, or will we have an emergency meeting as usual? I remember that the last emergency meeting was about the thermal missile incident caused by the second-generation species awakening at the bottom of the Caribbean Sea. That time
Our decision is directly related to the collapse of the U.S.-Soviet bipolarity and the nuclear crisis that radiates around the world... But when did the opening of an emergency meeting turn into telling jokes instead of distributing documents?" Wearing a crisp suit and a crimson handkerchief,
The old man rang the bell and asked in a calm tone.
"But that was the last emergency meeting. In my opinion, the biggest commotion in this meeting was just a student losing his temper or dropping out of school. It was far less serious than the Cuban nuclear crisis. Let's tell a joke beforehand to lighten the atmosphere.
Isn’t that a good thing?” Lisa said calmly, ringing the bell.
“Is the smell of gunpowder so strong before the emergency meeting has even started? I don’t like quarreling. If there’s going to be a quarrel soon, can I leave early?” the middle-aged man rang the bell and raised his hand.
"Emergency meetings should only be convened when emergencies occur. The school directors' time is not allowed to be wasted." The youngest among the school directors, a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old with light blond hair, tensed up.
She spoke with a straight face, but the butler behind her could not see her expression or face in her shadow under the candlelight.
Ange sat on the bench and looked at each school director in a leisurely manner. It was not until the last time that the school director who had not spoken raised the bell and rang it.
Frost Gattuso, the last of the six school governors, rang the bell and spoke in the silence, "I don't mind hearing Angers' joke before making all the serious accusations that follow."
, if his jokes only stop here, then it’s up to me to start the joke again.”
All the school directors were silent. The word "accusation" should not appear randomly on this table. If this word appears at a company's shareholders' meeting, it means that there will be a smokeless battle.
Impeachment or silencing, and no one sitting in this room will allow such a finger to be pointed at him... Whenever there are accusations, it will inevitably trigger a cruel internal war.
“It seems that Director Frost has something to say.” Angers nodded.
He lit the gunpowder, but he sat there as if nothing had happened. He even had the nerve to take out a Monterey cigar and cut it up. There was a half-opened matchbox next to him, and a match came out of it.
Take it out and be ready to draw and burn it at any time.
"Everyone should know what the topic of this emergency meeting is. If the content of the topic is true, then this will become the most serious internal accusation since the establishment of the school board." Frost added a stack of two fingers thick.
The document was placed on the table and spread out, "This accusation may directly impeach or restrict the power of the spokesperson of the Presbyterian Church."
"You should put impeachment in the back position instead of in the front position. This will show your lack of momentum and expose your true purpose." Angers bit the cigar into his mouth, struck the match, lit it, and then took a deep breath.
He took a puff and entered his lungs... This old guy actually smoked a cigar and passed it through his lungs. Only some real old smokers in Cuba would do this. The strong nicotine and smoke will bring people a huge sense of stimulation, but Angers can't stop smoking.
His face didn't change at all, and he spat out the smoke faintly, his whole face was covered in white mist, "'Bring a dangerous hybrid with unknown background and doubtful bloodline into the secret party's fortress, and let him
Free movement creates unpredictable safety hazards.’ If I guess correctly, this is what Director Frost alleged, right?”
All the school directors were silent. They had all received some vague notice before coming here, and when the issue was being raised, everyone fell silent again.
Just as Frost said, this is an accusation, a serious accusation that cannot be ignored, and the target of the accusation is also extremely special...the two existing 'S'-class super hybrids in Kassel Academy.
Complaints against Hilbert Jean Angers, president of the College of Kassel, for dereliction of duty.
Complaints about the ancestry of Lin Nian, a 2009 ‘S’ class student at Kassel College.
“It seems you got wind of it in advance,” Frost said.
"It's hard not to know." Angers nodded, "But this accusation only makes me feel funny... Who still remembers that at the last annual meeting, someone was trying to keep this so-called 'dangerous hybrid' as a secret
Is the party's 'face' extended to the entire mixed race world?"
“I remember this issue was rejected, with a vote of 4:2 for and against.” The middle-aged man rang the bell and said.
"Last time, everyone was so optimistic about him, but this time, the future of the so-called mixed race has suddenly become what some people call a 'dangerous mixed race.'" Angers said with a smile, "Bad men who deceive women's feelings change their minds very quickly.
It won’t be so fast, there must be some foreshadowing and turning points during the period.”
“Everything has a reason. It seems that something changed Director Frost’s view of that boy.” The old man twisting the beads said calmly.
“Why would you hesitate to accuse someone?” Angers just chuckled.
“But what if there is solid evidence?” Frost rang the bell.
He was surprisingly calm during this meeting. He was not at all annoyed by Anger's attitude and provocation. From beginning to end, he was in his own rhythm. The bright and dark face in the candlelight was eerie and scary. "I admit that I used to be a misunderstanding."
They thought that the person Angers was interested in had the qualifications to become the secret party's 'face', but after a series of shocking accidents happened to the boy, the Gattuso family gradually became suspicious and embarked on a comprehensive investigation of the boy.
Investigation, the results of the investigation indeed proved that our doubts were correct, and we found some very interesting and very guiding things."
"So you called this emergency meeting? What is your intended purpose, a King Solomon-style ruling decided by the Supreme Council?" Angers said lightly, "Director Frost, is your purpose really that?
Want to do a purge?"
"If necessary, I will formally propose to do this." Frost looked at Ang and nodded, "In just one year, how many things have happened to Lin Nian, an 'S'-level student, and all of us.
All are obvious to all, and the doubts inside have gradually accumulated to the point where it is difficult to cover up. I think one day these things will accumulate and cause an unpredictable breach. It is better to proceed after a major mistake of the execution department.
A one-time liquidation.”
"Liquidation? What's the worst case scenario, party regulations, iron-fisted rule, purge?" Angers bit his cigar and looked directly at Frost... The other school directors raised their heads slightly and looked calm.
He will always act like an old-school gentleman, but today he has changed his previous attitude and become truly tough on the matters he is about to propose.
"Whether there will be such consequences is also the argument of this issue, and I hope that the final decision will be made jointly by all school directors." Frost took out a remote control from under the table and gently
After pressing the button, a white screen slowly lowered behind Anger's seat at the end of the long table.
In the darkness, a video was played with a bright white light on the screen. The color was blurry but there was no sound. It could only be vaguely distinguished that it was a smoky street. There was a clear year, month, day and time in the upper right corner of the video.
This is a video record taken half a year ago, and the shooting location was a street in the central city of Japan.