Fan Ning thought about various possibilities, but he really didn't expect this answer.
"I knew it a long time ago, and you wouldn't believe it if I told you." Cecil shrugged, and he could easily read Fan Ning's expression.
At this time, Vice President Xu Zi said Wen Yan: "Carolen, I didn't expect it... But the Special Patrol Office's behavior, except for things they think should be confidential, has never been to actively publicize or deliberately
Avoided, so just look it up and it should be easy to verify.”
After the brief surprise, Fan Ning began to recall the two brief encounters with the Special Patrol Office after traveling through time.
The first time, actually only half of the time, I was followed after leaving the Turner Museum of Art.
The second time, Benjamin investigated himself and successfully passed the test.
Strictly speaking, except for the anxiety about the unknown and the nervousness about his father's identity when he was initially being followed, the Special Patrol Office did not cause him any real sense of life threat.
After he officially joined the Guidance School, he rarely took the Special Patrol Office into consideration when considering various events.
He felt that it was enough to abide by the authorities' rules and not violate taboos.
"If the person who originally sent the audio series fragments was really the Special Inspection Agency, then it is almost equivalent to the fact that the person who investigated the Turner Museum before me and took away the audio series fragments was also the Special Inspection Agency!... This is
, is it possible?”
Fan Ning had doubts about this, and he planned to follow Vice President Xu Ci's suggestion to verify it first.
Next, he and other professors continued to ask Cecil several detailed questions.
Before finally letting him go, Dean Fabian asked Cecil to take the initiative to coordinate and eliminate part-time students, and to lead the team leaders of each department to observe and track the students' mental state.
A few hours later, Nelenha neighborhood.
In a quiet private room of a high-end restaurant, Kashunich's oratorio was playing on the record.
Fan Ning and Roy sat opposite each other.
The waiter drizzled the cod with fresh oyster sauce, sprinkled the caviar toast with chopped onions soaked in lemon juice, and placed two small cups of prickly pear and mulberry juice with white smoke on the bright silver of the fried foie gras.
tray.
Roy forked a thin slice of tuna, dipped it in black vinegar and vanilla sauce, and put it in his mouth: "Speaking of which, are you satisfied with the progress of today's investigation and inquiry?"
"If your goal is really 'progress,' then the method should not be 'inquiry.'" Fan Ning replied.
The girl frowned while chewing. Fan Ning emphasized those two words when he spoke, and she could hear the strong dissatisfaction in them.
"Miss Roy, I feel good getting along with you these days. Since you are now the person who maintains communication with me on behalf of the school, I will say some things directly."
"I feel something is wrong with the school." Fan Ning cut the salt-and-pepper cowboy bones on the porcelain plate. "Let's not talk about efficiency. After all, different organizations have different operating styles. We can't force it. The current situation is, you found out that the company is suspicious.
OK, I found out that there was something unusual about my classmates' part-time jobs, and instead of taking quick action and putting the person in charge of that company under control first, you summoned Ram Cecil for interrogation and then released him? Okay,
Judging from the results, the interrogation was not without success, but you also specially selected Dean Fabian, a person related to Professor Lorraine, the person who violated the ban, to interrogate his former students. Tell me, this is all
What are you doing?"
Roy first explained the following problem: "Three days before the start of school, Uncle Huxley was too busy. You know, the principal, Mr. Sternikai, has been rushing back and forth from the Imperial Capital to Uvranser for several months.
As for the status of the Conservatory of Music, Dean Gould is touring piano solo concerts in other cities, and the first vice-dean has died and is vacant, so today only Vice-President Schutz has been arranged to join you."
Fan Ning took a sip of prickly pear and mulberry juice and said slowly: "Do you of the Bologna School have any other concerns or secrets? I am not interested in finding out whether the last conversation you had with me had any flaws in its authenticity or integrity. I am also not interested in finding out.
I don’t mind. I just want to ask Miss Roy, did I understand anything wrong about the benefits of cooperation between the two parties that were clearly stated before?"
Roy replied seriously and candidly: "No, finding lost documents and maintaining campus stability are both the interests of the school, but your assumptions in the previous sentences are very sharp. In a short period of time, we will not be able to target 'Pleasure'
The listening meeting took very drastic actions, and you can understand that the school has priorities in ranking the interests."
"So there is a misalignment of interests? You are making it difficult for me to handle this." Fan Ning held his forehead with his hands.
"Can we change the angle of measurement?" Roy tried to enlighten. "Although the culprit who planned a series of mysterious events cannot be dealt with for the time being, in exchange for the school's support for your final exam, you can realize those dreams at the graduation concert."
Is this the key word you want?"
"It doesn't count." Fan Ning stared at the girl, "Do you think that if the person who killed Professor Anton is still hanging around here, I can calmly premiere my "Symphony No. 1" among flowers and applause?
Put on your own graduation gown?”
"Miss Roy, you underestimated my determination to quickly investigate and deal with this incident. If that person is in front of me now and I have the ability to kill him, I will shoot him in the head immediately if I know where he is.
, I will rush over immediately and then shoot him in the head. If one person cannot kill him, I will ask a few more people to go over and shoot him in the head... If this will cause me trouble, then I will solve the trouble slowly later.
."
The girl finally remained silent for a short while.
She had never seen Fan Ning speak in this way before, although his tone remained calm.
"Roy will explain the concerns to you when the time is right... However, I will coordinate my opinions again and give you a quick response with a faster action plan than the current one, within three days."
The waiter in the restaurant once again presented two small porcelain plates, uncovered the silver hemispheres buckled on them, and the fragrant heat steamed up.
"There's no need to serve any more dishes, Miss Roy, the table is almost full."
Roy said: "I have made an appointment to dine with you for two months, and I finally made the appointment. I want to share with you all my favorite food. The last dish, roasted squab with apple filling, sounds ordinary, but it is actually from this restaurant.
A must-try item. The ingredients stuffed into the squab have a very complex taste, including onions, red apples, carrots, sausages and soft bread crumbs. They are steamed in a pot with cider. The spices can be customized. I love it.
The solution was bay leaf, thyme and parsley, but my dad preferred to add some black peppercorns.”
Fan Ning nodded, and then the two parties dealt with the food in silence for a while.
"Today doesn't count." Roy said suddenly.
"What doesn't count?" Fan Ning asked doubtfully.
The girl's little nose wrinkled slightly: "Mr. Fan Ning said last time that he didn't want to have a perfunctory chat with Miss Roy who was sitting across from him during lunch. He quickly finished the food on the table, and then left in a hurry. He also said, so
Not very gentlemanly."
"...That doesn't count. I'm sorry for today."
"Next time it's up to you to take the initiative."
"Okay." Fan Ning finally smiled, but the smile was very restrained, "Speaking of which, I'm very curious. If the intensity of my next personal handling exceeds your expectations, how will the school treat me during the final examination?
What kind of attitude would it be for "Symphony No. 1"?"
Roy thought seriously for about ten seconds and then gave this answer:
"The attitude of members of the school has an important impact on the entire school, but the difference is "suggestion" or "no suggestion", not "forbidden". You can think that the artistic value judgment of every associate professor, professor or formal member of the orchestra is
Relatively independent.”
She blinked and smiled: "Of course, Roy himself will always stand firmly with you."
"I understand, thank you." Fan Ning stood up.
"So, would you like to give me a ride before you get in the car?"
"…Can."
Fan Ning walked with Roy for two or three minutes and opened the door of the car parked on the main road for her.
Holding the steering wheel and greeting Fan Ning was Vice Principal Huxley.
Fan Ning waved and then turned around and left without stopping or watching.
The car started, and Huxley asked gently: "Did you enjoy your meal today?"
Roy curled his lips: "I'm barely happy."
Huxley laughed: "It's not common for these two words to be used together. Our little Princess Roy took the initiative to invite a gentleman to have dinner, but she ended up being reluctantly happy? If this matter spreads in school, what will happen?
Lorne is doomed."
Roy's cheek turned towards the car window: "Uncle, is there really no more positive way to deal with it? In fact, I always feel that this is an opportunity rather than a contradiction. Since Mr. Fan Ning happens to have such a dual identity, let Guidance
The power of the school can also be partially involved, and we can definitely handle it more proactively."
There was a moment of silence.
Huxley looked straight at the windshield: "Roy, to be fair, given the current situation, how many of the 11 members of the St. Lenia University Chapter are left that you can completely trust?"