"It's a little surprising, it's in line with expectations." Fan Ning whispered a few words.
He stepped onto the front steps of the Relatium Chemical Trading Company and approached the closed windows.
The dark glass and the black light made it difficult to see anything clearly, but he seemed to smell a pungent smell, which was faintly planned and became inaudible if he stood a little further away.
Where do you purchase the luminous paint from the clock factory and the "derived" spiritual softener from the Llangevni Almshouse Pigment Factory?
The thread of inspiration penetrates the closed iron door like nothing. In theory, as long as an invisible force is exerted outward, or the heavy object inside is directed to hit the door quickly several times, it can be violently opened directly.
But the movement will be a bit loud, so there is no need to take this approach at the moment.
"On the roof" Fan Ning looked up at the six-story blue-grey building.
He raised his hand and wrist in another direction, and the bricks and stones rubbed against each other, making a soft sound, and at the same time, there was the sound of tearing soil and grass roots.
An extremely thick steel manhole cover with a diameter of nearly two meters floated over, scattering dirt along the way, and finally floated quietly dozens of centimeters in front of the two people.
Sheeran, dressed as Vasius and wearing a black cloak, was the first to step on it.
The manhole cover begins to rise at a moderate speed.
The line of sight is getting higher and higher, getting further and further away from the ground. The night wind blows away the heat of summer. What comes into view is first the green plants and flowers planted in the steel grille around the roof, and then the large red sunshade.
The top of the shed.
When the height was parallel to the roof of the building, she saw spotless warm yellow bricks covering the ground, and a dozen wooden chairs and sofas with white leather surfaces. Under the eaves on the other side, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room revealed a warm orange color.
Lights, coffee bar, newspaper rack, gramophone, aquarium and other leisure items are clearly visible.
"Hey, who is this friend? Your way of visiting is unusual." A woman's charming voice came from the lounge chair under the awning.
Sylvia, who was wearing a goose-yellow coffee break dress, was leaning on the bench in a lazy posture. The mask she wore today only covered the upper half of her face, revealing her red lips and small chin. She took a sip from the tall glass.
cocktail, and gently shake the bright red liquid in your hands.
"Good evening." Sheeran followed Vasius' subconscious habits of speech and behavior and said hello in a nonchalant manner. A few syllables were enough to show off the characteristics of his voice.
After she finished testing, she still stood on the manhole cover outside the roof of the building, secretly observing the other party's reaction.
"Who did I think it was?" Sylvia stretched her body and sat up with her legs folded. "Your professionalism is indeed excellent. You arrived earlier than the subject of your investigation, and I found that you can always call
Show some strange invisible power."
After hearing this, Sheeran slowly took off his cloak, revealing a face with low features under Vasius' top hat.
"I'm not here for a vacation in Santa Ramburg." She said "hehe" with a smile but not a smile: "You will enjoy it. When can we rotate the work we do?"
"Do you think it's fun to accompany these crazy people?" Sylvia said, "How is the matter of the 'Lightless Door' that you were arranged to do?"
"The guarantee mission has been completed, but there are always new troubles." Sheeran responded.
"Is that a good place to stay?"
"You can go and try it."
"Take a seat." Sylvia smiled sweetly and took another sip of the cocktail. "The people from the Blending School will be coming up soon. I suggest you put on your cloaks, if you are interested in staying here and listening for a while."
"The topic of today's discussion is 'Coincidence Door'?" Sheeran asked.
"I hope those guys can help us open it safely." Sylvia nodded, "If the wreckage of the 'Calamity' can be contained, and using her 'probability, cause and effect, and connection' characteristics, Mr. Pogolelic may be able to
Deduced relevant high-level secret rituals, thereby retrieving more clues about the remains of other source gods."
As the conversation progressed, Sheeran secretly went through several key elements in her mind.
Recognize the voice, the name of the door, know that Vasius's work requires entering a secret place, remind himself to put on his cloak now, directly mention the characteristics of 'disaster', and mention Pogorelic's plan
It is basically confirmed that Sylvia’s identity is the informant of the Special Patrol Department.
She nodded, put on her cloak again, stepped out of the manhole cover, and stepped on the stone tiles on the roof.
When she walked under the awning and sat down next to Sylvia, the door under the eaves opened next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
downstairs.
Fan Ning stood next to the trees in a corner of the withered courtyard, carefully looking at the surrounding environment with his eyes. At the same time, the thread of inspiration acting on the steel manhole cover was always sensing subtle changes.
Among the various signals previously agreed upon, if Sheeran taps the soles of his feet twice, it means that an unexpected situation has occurred that requires evacuation, and he will immediately control the manhole cover to float down as quickly as possible within a safe range.
But at this moment, the weight of the girl stepping on it disappeared, which meant that her conversation with someone on the top of the building was basically as expected, and she went straight down.
The manhole cover fell from the roof with free fall acceleration, then suddenly decelerated as it approached the ground, and finally touched the soil silently.
A beam of car lights pierced the night sky and quickly passed over the walls of the alley buildings in this area, accompanied by the roar of the engine from far to near.
In the dark courtyard, Fan Ning leaned calmly at the door, watching his figure illuminated by the headlights, and then watching the front of a red car gradually become clearly visible in the dazzling light.
This is definitely not the one that was kicked into the river, but why is it still so shabby?
Fan Ning looked at the rolled-up hood of the car with some confusion.
After the car drove into the courtyard, it first braked abruptly, and the side door made a screeching sound on an abandoned street light pole. Then it stepped on the accelerator and reversed for a while. The tires ran over several uneven floor tiles, and finally the taillights
With a "bang" sound, it hit the barbed wire fence behind.
"You arrived earlier than me, which is really shameful." The car stopped and Benjamin stepped out of the cab with his legs.
"Drunk driving?" Fan Ning asked with an interesting smile.
"Of course not, alcohol makes it impossible to stay rational and sober." Benjamin shook his head seriously, "What do you think of the new car I bought looks like?"
Fan Ning was about to continue talking, but then he saw Benjamin's face clearly, and his eyes shrank for a while.
Benjamin's eye sockets were sunken, and all exposed skin had colorful bruises like birthmarks. His muscles all over his body were flabby, and his originally broad forehead turned into an indescribable strange shape.
Fan Ning raised his hand, and a brown short-barreled shotgun floated out from the cockpit behind Benjamin and fell directly into his hands.
"Open the door and lead the way." Fan Ning did not point the gun at him, but held it casually in his hand and turned around.
Fan Ning has no intention of exploring on his own or coercing these people to cooperate with his investigation. He just makes a few random moves to show his deterrence based on the powerful aura of his original spiritual sense.
Now, the high-level invisible power that Fan Ning can call upon is very powerful. It is not only reflected in the use of violence, but also can complete some special actions. Moreover, the "Candle" gives the ability to resist mental attacks such as illusions, and the "Key" can also make people
More resistant to hidden pollution.
It is not difficult for him to deal with a middle-level intellectual like Benjamin, but he is mainly afraid of Sylvia.
Sure enough, the other party's spiritual sense looked towards Fan Ning, and two powerful waves belonging to the "candle" phase merged and confronted each other. Then Fan Ning saw an awe-inspiring look in Benjamin's pair of hole-like holes.
"In less than a month, your spirituality and invisible power have grown so much. You are indeed someone closer to her knowledge. With you coming forward, we have more confidence in seeing the holy spring and completing our great work."
."
Benjamin took the key and opened the iron door, making a gesture of invitation diligently.
The pungent smell inside did not become stronger and was still at a vague level. In the darkness, Fan Ning roughly felt that some office items were placed on the first floor.
Benjamin did not lead him inside, but turned along the left wall.
Fan Ning followed him into something similar to a steam elevator. During the slow ascent with the creaking gears and chains, Fan Ning stared at him and asked: "How do you take out "The Pain Room"?"
"Of course I use a drift bottle."
"how to use?"
"Just like when I send you a letter, roll it up, fold it in half and stuff it into a bottle. Write the name of the actual recipient you know on the label, and just put it in the water. It will float to him.
In the place where it is."
"But the name tag has turned to dust."
"Maybe you can put another one on?" Benjamin scratched the strange-colored bruise on his arm.
"" Fan Ning always felt that what this person said was unreliable, and where can I find a river in the Special Patrol Office building?
He tried again and asked: "Can I put it in the basin?"
"You need to at least watch it disappear from sight, don't you?"
Fan Ning nodded slightly and was silent for a while. When the elevator was approaching the top floor, he narrowed his eyes and asked: "Then why didn't you just make it clear in the letter? Why did you call me here?"
"It is absolutely not my intention to take up your precious time for seeking knowledge." Benjamin explained quickly, "I am mainly worried that you will dissolve prematurely. I specially entrusted Ms. Sylvia to find an item that can relieve the pain. I will pay the price. Of course
There are many people in public places, so we must be careful when discussing our merits and don’t let the people in the Special Patrol Department know about it.”
He laughed nervously twice when he said this: "You don't care, I know, but whether you are transporting it in the early stage or appreciating it in the later stage, it can come in handy. This is my help and little care."
Fan Ning's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
But Benjamin said emphatically: "Mr. Fan Ning, don't worry, with it, you will definitely have time to send "The Room of Pain" into Yiyong before it is completely dissolved."
This person's meaningless words gave Fan Ning a chill in his heart. It seemed that what He Meng said at the Lianmeng meeting was absolutely true. This "Room of Pain" was indeed extremely dangerous. He would go to the sealing room to get his mobile phone when the time came.
Be sure to stay away from it.
The elevator door opened, and Fan Ning also stepped onto the spotless stone tiles on the roof. He immediately saw "Vasius" sitting next to Sylvia in a black cloak. In addition, there were two familiar faces.
The perfumer who escaped from the graduation concert, and Graham, the dean of the Polytechnic Institute of the University of St. Lenia and professor of the Department of Chemistry.
The physical condition of the latter two people also showed changes similar to Benjamin's, and their mental state also became a little strange. Graham originally met Fanning, but he has not made any statement now.
The two people seemed to have finished their conversation and were now walking back, passing by him.
Fan Ning naturally didn't hear what they talked about, but it didn't matter, "Vasius" knew.
"Dear Mr. Mendeleev or Mr. Fanning, you have finally decided to participate in the commission. It seems that you had a good time communicating with Mr. Benjamin, right?" Sylvia's voice came from afar.
Fan Ning looked at the graceful figure sitting on the bench with her legs folded.
He found that since he was promoted to a high level, he would use his "candle" spiritual sense to observe the middle and low-level knowledgeable people, which would give him an indescribable sense of confidence or control, but he still couldn't see through this woman.
"People always return to the path of pursuing the right thing, and it took me a while." Fan Ning walked to the coffee round table, pulled out a chair and sat down.
He suddenly felt that the identities of these people were put together today, which was really magical.
Sheeran is pretending to be an investigator of the Special Inspection Office, and the real Special Inspection Office personnel are pretending to be the leader of the hidden world. Two people from the official organization are contaminated, and Fan Ning, the third official, is accompanying them to pretend to be contaminated.
The only normal person is the perfumer.
Benjamin began to look through his wallet and took out a lot of crumpled banknotes.
Although it seemed awkward, Fan Ning discovered that these were the maximum denominations, and the total amount should have exceeded one thousand.
"You have to know that this is not enough to exchange for the 'gel membrane'." Sylvia reminded.
"As you said, I owe you one more thing to do." Benjamin said.
Sylvia nodded and handed Fan Ning a glass box: "A ritual vessel that can slow down the pollution of the 'pool' phase. It is wrapped around the wrist when used."
You can see that there is a translucent red tissue inside that looks like some kind of biological fetal membrane. What's even more strange is that there are marking lines and musical notes on it.
"re, minor chord? What does the ritual vessel that slows down the pollution of the 'pool' phase have to do with the d minor chord?"
Fan Ning was very confused, but he put it away without saying anything.
Resisting any pollution has nothing to do with me. My goal is just to get my phone back.
Tonight seems to be going very smoothly, and we can return to Ufranser as soon as possible tomorrow.
"Another short and efficient night talk." Sylvia chuckled, indicating that tonight's meeting task was completed.
"I hope my work can be so efficient." "Vasius" next to her stood up.
Fan Ning understood, and under his invisible control, the manhole cover nearly 20 meters downstairs rose again, sending Xilan down.
"Mr. Fan Ning, may I ask where you are staying? To save your precious time seeking knowledge, I will drive you there," Benjamin said.
"No, just take me downstairs."
In the blink of an eye, Sylvia was alone on the roof again.
"Interesting." She looked at the corner where "Vasius" left, and then stared at the direction where Fan Ning entered the elevator. Suddenly she smiled softly, the lips under the mask curved, and then drank the last part of the goblet.
cocktail.
As the bright red liquid disappeared, some light white lines like "frosted glass" were exposed on the transparent bottom of the goblet.