"Mr. Vasius, a group of reporters have gathered at the door."
A civilian employee of the Special Patrol Office wearing a police uniform hurried to him.
"Reporter?...Isn't that normal?" Vasius said.
"No." The civilian staff wiped their sweat, "They have never seen police arson, and now they look very excited."
"Is it any wonder that there is a lunatic in the Police Security Bureau?"
"They asked to verify whether there was any concealment of the accident report on the wanted order..."
The civilian employee coughed violently: "They interviewed witnesses... Even if all the gasoline in a kettle is poured on the most flammable objects, we can't just stand there and let them burn. The best we can do is burn them before putting them out."
A corridor, even if it is not extinguished, it is still possible to escape in time... With such a large-scale violent situation, reporters and media suspect that someone has buried some solid fuel in advance, or that this actually happened in the middle of the night. It will only progress to a certain extent.
When the fire was discovered, the eyewitness accounts were reviewed by us..."
"Those idiots have quite a lot of imagination, but their brains are not very good." Vasius commented expressionlessly, "Except for the extraordinary factors, just ask whatever you ask, let them make up the news themselves, who
Can you still stop them?"
While the two men were talking, Fan Ning looked at the huddled canvases under several other booths, confirming that there were more or less black residues of paint or various colored agglomerates left on them.
The end area of the gallery is the installation art exhibition area, and beyond is the new utility patent area. Since these places are still close to the hardest-hit areas, many parts of the items that are not resistant to high temperatures have melted and deformed to varying degrees.
The group of people looked around. Vasius checked the areas he thought were suspicious and asked the staff from time to time. Fan Ning was also looking at the details that interested him. After a while, everyone started to turn back.
While walking, Vasius turned back abruptly and asked Fan Ning:
"This is where you bought your flashlight before?"
...What flashlight? Fan Ning was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly recalled the scene a long time ago.
What he was talking about was the mobile phone that he had traveled through time with him and that had been seized by them after he first came out of the police security station!?
I have put this matter behind me for a long time!
Fan Ning's heart suddenly had a tendency to beat wildly, but when he realized that his astral body in this state was extremely abnormal, he quickly adjusted his emotional state.
But there seemed to be an electric current passing through his heart.
In the few days after I traveled through time, I was once confused as to whether Fan Ning from his previous life had come to this world inexplicably, or whether he was a person of this world and just suddenly woke up from a dream that had lasted for more than twenty years.
At that time, I eliminated the sense of dislocation I felt at the beginning of the time-travel by listing various commonalities between myself in the two worlds.
But does the existence of this object mean that it was not a dream?
"I would have forgotten if I didn't tell you...are you planning to pay me back?" Facing Vasius' question, Fan Ning made a joking expression.
With such a sentence structure, the context before and after is very subtle.
He not only wanted to explain that he didn't care about the object, but also wanted to test whether the Special Patrol Office had found anything. He also needed to express his dissatisfaction with the matter of "private items being detained and not returned"... and to see if he had taken them.
Possibility of coming back.
Too much emphasis on any point would be abrupt. Fan Ning's response can be regarded as balancing the above four points.
Although the mobile phone seems to be of no use, it is a witness.
Moreover, since the Special Patrol Office has brought up the matter of mobile phones again, there are only two possible scenarios: either they have discovered something about the mobile phones themselves, or... although they have not found anything, they have other preconceived suspicions about themselves, so these objects have been kept
Being detained.
Keen intuition told Fan Ning that the Special Patrol Office had more information about him, and they seemed to be waiting to see something.
"Do you need that piece of scrap metal?" Wasius asked.
"My teacher's relics are also with you." Fan Ning looked as usual.
...Looking at this wording, Fan Ning still doesn’t know that Vincent originally placed the audio fragments in the Turner Museum of Art? Vasius secretly speculated in his mind, and then said: "Oh? It seems that Mr. Fan Ning did not
Have you already gained some research experience from the fragments of the Yin series that you copied?"
He clearly remembered the orders from his superiors: to monitor Fanning and the Turner Art Museum at all times while paying attention to methods. Once it was discovered that he had decoded substantive information related to that matter from the audio fragments, he would quickly
Take action.
As long as Fanning is still in Tioline, the progress of uncovering the secret that Vincent brought out from the B-105 abnormality area will be within the control of the Special Patrol Office.
Fan Ning made an angry expression, and the reference to "relic" was naturally replaced by another one:
"As a book that my teacher devoted a lot of research efforts to during his lifetime, "Texture, Sound Currents and Dreams", a basic occult document that hints at dream control methods, now has more of an artistic research and commemorative significance for me... If you take it
If it's useless, don't leave it there to gather dust. The same goes for a broken flashlight. Maybe Mr. Wasius doesn't like others to get their hands on his personal belongings without returning them?...How about I run to your house when I have nothing to do in the future and take away a hat today?
, take away a desk lamp tomorrow, and you urge me to hand it back, and I will ask you seriously if you need it... Heck, just trying to say these few sentences makes me feel like a pervert..."
"...As for the research results of the sound sequence fragments? Your Special Patrol Office has spread this mysterious chord yourself. The Happy Listening Association has killed so many people with it. If you like it, listen to it yourself. My personal suggestion is to record a record.
Leave it in your office area every day."
Vasius still spoke calmly: "The tone sequence fragments are consigned by the Special Patrol Office for investigation purposes, and the mysterious chords are not."
"Then it grew on its own?" Fan Ning said with a playful smile.
Vasius ignored him and walked in another direction.
...have no intention of returning it? It seems that my intuition is quite accurate.
Fan Ning and the two little girls walked out of the side door. At this time, the three of them saw several people holding banners at the gate, and a dozen people sitting on the steps, answering questions from the circle of reporters.
They were excited and spoke so loudly that they could be heard here.
There were also dozens of passers-by who looked like guests, watching with great interest.
"What's going on? Where did these people come from?" Fan Ning asked the policeman guarding the side door.
"Of course it's the person who painted the painting. Who else could it be? Their painting was burned, and they are making a fuss here asking the auction house for an explanation."
...Painters? So many ten or twenty? Fan Ning was confused. There must be only a hundred or so paintings burned in the gallery. What kind of hodgepodge art exhibition is this?
"Where did they come from? What painting is on display? How did it sell?" Fan Ning asked again.
"It seems like a group of people from St. Taranburg..." the policeman said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "They should have rented Prudence's gallery and prepared to exhibit it for seven days. Today is the first day and something like this happened. It is probably sold.
If it doesn’t go well, you can ask them, what is the name of the exhibition? Anyway, it’s quite strange…”
The policeman made an effort to remember and said after a few seconds: