At this moment, Professor Philip, the mentor of the two gluttons, is sitting in front of a huge display screen. The 'Political Communication Room' is located on the second underground floor of the main control room. It is empty and silent, and the light of the display screen looks cold in the darkness.
Lonely, his opponent took a breath of hot air, took out the permission card from his pocket, and swiped it into the port card slot.
"Welcome, Philip Redford, honorary professor of Fountain College, B-level authority, what are you looking for?"
The girl's voice echoed ethereally, and the screen projected a picture of the waiting girl, wearing a pajamas-like white sand dress, as if she was in the deep sea, with bubbles constantly rising in the background, and her long hair flying.
"Emma, has Li Ze's information been entered?" Philip asked.
"It was entered four weeks ago," Emma replied.
Phillip was silent for a moment, "Give me a detailed information report."
"Sorry, your permissions are insufficient." The girl smiled, "According to the permission settings, only Principal Dylan Gower can access this information report."
"Only the principal?" Philip's expression suddenly changed. All student files, record files, and confidential files have permission settings. As a professor, he has the right to access everyone's information files, but he did not expect Li Ze's information.
The file permissions will be so high.
"Yes, others have no right to access it." Emma said.
"Then the files of Li Ze's father and mother..." Philip was looking forward to it.
"Sorry." Emma said, "I don't have enough permissions to access it."
Phillip smiled and scratched his head, thinking that this family was too mysterious.
At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder and said, "You are adjusting files in the middle of the night."
Philip turned around and saw a messy guy who looked like Einstein was chewing a baguette.
"Tuwangbuli, why are you here too?" Philip was surprised.
"Oraman Tuwangbuli, my name is not Tuwangbuli. No matter how you call me, you should call me Oraman, or Einstein." Professor Oraman, the director of the library, turned the baguette into a statue.
Hidden behind his back like a knife, "I'm very interested in your new student, an F-level freshman who doesn't know everything."
"Really? A new student who doesn't know anything about anything can bring Professor Wangbuli here after a long journey. He is indeed worthy of study." Philip responded vaguely.
Oraman frowned and swiped the new permission card into the card slot.
"Welcome, Emeritus Professor Olaman Tuwangbuli, A-level authority, what are you looking for?" Emma asked.
"The file information of Li Ze's parents." Oraman said loudly.
"Recalling, please wait." Emma said.
Turning around and looking at the stunned Phillip, Oraman took out his pipe, lit it and took a few deep puffs, "You said that we have known each other from Stanford until now, and what are you hiding from me? I
I know that all your students have died on the front line, and only Hart is left. As a tutor, you will naturally protect the new students. But something is wrong with Li Ze. This is what you have seen and what I have seen. If
He is extremely dangerous. This college, all teachers and students, you and I will not be spared."
"Do you know that?" Philip asked in a low voice.
"Except for files with S-level and above permissions, all the files in the college must be seen by me before they can enter the 'vault', including the file report on Li Ze's living place." Oraman said, "But he
I can't read the file. 'Dragon was cut in half before the new student passed out. Is it inexplicable? The school is investigating!' This title directly ignited a lot of people on the college forum. The total number of visits in and outside the school in one hour reached 120,000. This
Possibly the most breaking news ever in Fontainebleau, not even the Headmaster's Regatta falling into the sea."
Philip smiled bitterly and said: "The copywriting of the News Department is still as bad as ever."
"More than business as usual, I wish this department had not been established back then."
Phillip was stunned, as if he had gone back in time. When they were at Stanford, the two of them were quarreling with each other like this. Others always thought that their relationship was not good. In fact, they could even wear the same pair of underwear.
Of course, this was 42 years ago. Since coming to Fontaine, they have rarely spoken.
Phillip felt much relieved, "Tuwangbuli, what do you think of Li Ze?"
"You specialize in this area."
"What do you mean..." Philip was stunned.
"This is your strength. How much water do you think there is in Fang Steen's bloodline? It's 1 times the particle concentration. I can guarantee that the principal wouldn't be able to stay there for even 10 minutes. And F level can
Survived it without even having any sequelae...Sweedman's incident, you were very sad at that time."
When the pain point was mentioned, Philip lowered his head, and the pleading voice from twelve years ago came back to his ears:
"Professor, kill me quickly."
"Professor, it will be too late if we don't take action."
"I shouldn't have run back to get that thing, but to contribute to the future of mankind, as your student, I will die without regrets."
He still remembered the samurai sword that pierced his throat, which Swedman bought him in Japan. It felt like it had been cut into his own throat. Every time he swallowed, it was so painful that he retched and wanted to cry. Times.
A-level ones entered the range of 6000 times the particle concentration value and stayed there for only 30 seconds. When they came out, they faced a breakthrough in bloodline boundaries and were about to transform into bloodthirsty demons.
"So it is no small matter that Li Ze can survive a bad environment with twice the particle concentration. His bloodline f may be a false report, and he did not even reveal it. I believe there is additional hidden information."
Philip was silent.
"I retrieved the laboratory's surveillance camera, mixed blood with a special solvent, and found out that Lu Lu's revelation was No. 81 [Revelation·Imperial Power]. You understand what this means, and I also understand that as long as Lu Lu releases the revelation,
Except for a few people in this school, all the others are under Lu Lu's control. Jian Huachen's B-level is also ranked No. 16. Li Ze can't find anything, which means he may not have a revelation. His bloodline is indeed very low.
But the corrosiveness of blood..." Oraman took a deep breath.
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"It feels like a monster room." Philip said with a wry smile.
Oraman threw a sealed file into Philip's hands.
"The initials VR, this is the recording file."
"It is the recordings of the Dragon Seed people present today, including the recordings of the three presidents of Fang Sting and Li Ze. I converted them all into text and put annotations in them." Oraman said, "At the same time, the transportation
The Ministry is transporting the dragon corpse, which weighs more than 10 tons, back to the academy. You should be busy in the next few days."
"What's the conclusion?" Philip sealed it again, he wanted a ready answer.
"Everyone didn't know what happened. From the description, it seemed that they had been interfered by foreign enemies, and there were only two people on the front line, Bu Shuchang and Li Ze. Bu Shuchang was unconscious on the stone beach, except for a small scratch on his abdomen.
The rest were uninjured. Li Ze was unconscious in front of the body. Except for the cut on his arm, the rest was uninjured." Oraman looked into Philip's eyes.
"What do you want to say?"
"I suspect that it was a revelation." Oraman whispered, "Although I don't know who it was from, the revelation affected everyone present."
Phillip had a headache, "Do you want to say Li Ze?"
"I didn't say that, just a guess." Oraman picked up the ashes of the extinguished cigarette, "Of course, I have a question to ask you."
"Speak, my dear Tuwangbuli." Philip sighed.
"You said that angels and demons jumped out of their places in order to get Lucifer, the son of an angel, who neither belongs to heaven nor hell. What is the purpose? It is the fixed thinking mode of not giving way to the other side to avoid falling into the other side's camp.
A new war?"
Philip was silent.
"I've been wondering, are they not afraid of a war, and are they just doing it for Lucifer?"
Simple?
Philip frowned as he listened to Oraman's terrifying speech, but the painting appeared in his mind, the painting displayed in front of Li Zelu. He seemed to see the devil laughing... and the angel was laughing too.
