Chapter 101 The Sealing Room of the Special Inspection Hall (4K 2-in-1)
“The Lord of Witness ‘Calamity’ is related to concepts such as probability, cause and effect, and connection. If Pogorelic obtains his remains, may it reveal clues about the remains of other source gods?”
At the Boethius Hotel, on the soft sofa in the guest room, Fan Ning wrote out the key words of the message while reading, and then raised his head: "Is this message obtained after you made a clear inquiry?"
"Of course I wouldn't do that." Sheeran said on the side, "After she mentioned the term 'Anonymous Gate', I just followed the context of colleagues communicating about their work progress and mentioned it accordingly.
Go down the 'Gate of Coincidence'."
"So it's a piece of information that they have known each other by default." Fan Ning thought, "Well, it has nothing to do with me whether Bogorelic can get 'Calamity', but those few conversations were enough to make 'Sil
The possibility that Via is an informant for the Special Inspection Agency has increased from 80% to 90% to 100%."
He brushed on the paper again and pieced together the other part of the conversation that Sheeran heard and the information from his own perspective.
"Graham said that more than 2,000 people have participated in the elixir trial. This number is ten times more than what President McAdam has."
"Sylvia requested to intensify safety inspections of large-scale industrial enterprises to resolutely prevent production accidents." Fan Ning read this, his tone was a little strange, "Why does this sound like what a normal Special Inspectorate officer said?
Woolen cloth."
I always feel that I am not used to them doing human things or speaking human words.
"There is another word here that came up in the conversation between the perfumer and Sylvia," Sheeran recalled. "It's not an uncommon word, but it's a bit confusing. 'Probability accumulation' seems to be such a suggestion.
Law."
"Probability accumulation?" Fan Ning speculated on the word, and he suddenly recalled the content of the report made by Inspector General Norma Gunn to Pogorelic in the Joint Dream Meeting of the Special Inspection Office.
The Transcendental Club instigates industrial workers and middle managers to be careless and derelict in their duties during the production process, but does not want to see accidents in factories?
Among the clues, Fan Ning felt that he had vaguely captured some key point.
The opposite event of "production hazards are near-miss" is "unfortunate accidents with a small probability of happening".
"Could it be that the key to the 'Door of Coincidence' requires creating a major accident in which the number of deaths exceeds a certain limit?" Fan Ning slowly speculated.
"And they have a way to accumulate potential low-probability events that may happen but actually don't happen?" Sheeran immediately understood.
But, how to deal with this?
Fan Ning paced in the guest room, going through all the details in his mind again, and suddenly said: "Something is wrong."
"Why did Sylvia know the key clue to the 'Gate of Coincidence'? And also assigned the task to the two secret organizations of the Harmony School and the Transcendental Club?"
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Sheeran asked doubtfully, "The Special Patrol Office arranges informants to use secret organizations to act in the underground world. Isn't it just for this? When Sylvia chatted with me, it was obvious that the reason why she accompanied me
Following these lunatics, I just hope that Mr. Pogorelic can successfully obtain the remains of the 'Calamity'."
"But the senior officials of the Special Patrol Office, and even Pogorelic himself, don't know this key?"
Fan Ning remembers very clearly that in the Lianmeng meeting, not only did they have no clue about the key, but they were also not sure whether the recent movements of the two secret organizations were "separate behaviors" or "connected."
Is anyone acting? Or deliberately misleading people?
If he had to choose the correct anchor point for reference among a large amount of complicated and contradictory information, he would definitely choose the Joint Dream Meeting of the Special Patrol Office. He had personally experienced how terrifying Pogorelic's level was, and even
Those who know it are far beyond their reach.
If even the meeting hosted by the discussion group leader cannot be trusted, or if someone can hide it from him, then there is nothing I can judge based on my current cognitive abilities.
"But if Sylvia is not a Special Patrol agent, who could she be? What does she want to do?" Sheeran asked.
Fan Ning's tone was confused: "This is indeed puzzling. Judging from her conversation and behavior when facing a colleague from the Special Inspectorate, I don't think there is any unconnected information. She also reminded you that you are in the Harmony School
Put on your cloak before the people come up.”
"The profit motive of the special patrol hall in the early graduation concert incident can also be matched. She even knew about Vasius and us entering the small town of Vatznai."
"If this is pretending, then it looks too similar, right?"
"Let's just assume..." Xilan tried to analyze, "If her intelligence ability is very good, everything is an illusion put on after learning through other channels, but you were accidentally involved in the high-level meeting of the Special Patrol Department.
It is absolutely impossible for her to predict this..."
"So when we get here, there is finally something inconsistent? Of course, this can also be explained far-fetchedly as the Special Patrol Office didn't know the key a few days ago, but it knows it today."
Fan Ning smiled and shook his head: "The secret organization has been making small moves in the imperial capital for several months... Well, let's leave this problem aside for now. Go back and have a rest early and pack your luggage. I will check out before dawn tomorrow morning. Take a ride than
The students will take the train three hours earlier, and you will go to the headquarters of the Guidance School to find Sir Viadrin."
Xilan said "hmm", got up and went out, bit her lip before saying goodbye and said slowly: "Good night, be careful, I'm waiting for your news."
"Don't worry, good night." Fan Ning smiled at her and closed the door.
At the same time, the paper filled with words floated into the ashtray and burned into ashes in an instant.
He whispered to himself: "I can only say that the previous 10% judgment on Sylvia's identity was a bit hasty, so it's better to be cautious."
Doubts remain doubts, but Fan Ning's mentality is very calm and relaxed.
Because he adheres to a simple logic.
If someone is misleading themselves, they must be hoping that they will make wrong judgments and be used to do things without knowing it.
And he had no intention of participating in the fight for the door key or the remains of the Origin God.
No matter what she wants to do, I just have a mobile phone, what can she do to me?
The next day, at 6:50 in the morning, a depressed gentleman wearing a top hat was sitting in the waiting room, looking at his pocket watch repeatedly with a bored expression.
It was Fanning dressed as Vasius.
This trip to and from Ufranser was a secret operation, and he did not want any colleagues or music fans who were paying attention to him to find out that he had left Santa Ramburg, regardless of good intentions or bad intentions.
He will return to the Imperial Capital as soon as time allows.
There was an episode last night.
After saying good night to Sheeran, he immediately called Roy to inform him about the contamination of Graham, the dean of the Institute of Technology, and the company he was involved in.
Roy's response surprised him.
Graham has long been reported on the list, and in the past few days, the joint operations of the Bologna School and the Police Security Bureau have sealed a total of eleven "Relatim Chemical Trading Companies".
Recent operations have resulted in the arrest of more than 100 suspicious persons. Fourteen people were killed on the spot in the conflict, and four people from the Police Security Bureau also died.
In a world without modern information technology and where elixirs come from extraordinary factors, it would be too difficult to control a city of more than four million people and prevent the citizens from eating randomly.
The number of people who are tempted to participate in elixir experiments by prolonging their lives is like the number of infectious diseases that are surging in the city. Although it is not a tangible threat pointed at one's nose, it makes people feel helpless and anxious.
In particular, the "audience" of this thing is mostly concentrated in the middle class or the aristocratic class. The headquarters of the Bologna School has issued an order that all members in the imperial capital are not allowed to leave the city on their own in the near future, and they must follow the arrangements to investigate pollution.
So whether it was Roy himself, Joan, or other members of the University of St. Lenia, all the tickets were cancelled.
"And the most important thing is that the Special Patrol Office is actually letting this matter go. Their purpose is only the door key or the remains of the Origin God."
Fan Ning did not choose to tell Roy this detail for the time being, because it was difficult to clarify the cause and effect of yesterday's trip, which would be troublesome for both parties.
After going out, he once again felt the ubiquitous tension. Radio stations and leaflets were overwhelmingly promoting the "Evil God Organization's Pollution Identification and Prevention Manual". There were police officers almost every ten meters in the waiting room. There were many people in the crowd who were in plainclothes mental state.
, as well as the fluctuation of the inspiration of the knowledgeable person whose intensity is at a low level.
"Sir, do you think the key to preventing evil organizations lies in people helping each other, discovering abnormalities in friends around you in a timely manner, and supervising and reporting them?"
Fan Ning turned around and found that there was someone who looked like a reporter interviewing a shoe shiner in the waiting room.
"None of my business?" The worker said in a friendly tone but with vulgar words. At the same time, he grinned and wiped his face with his sleeves stained with black grease.
"Well, do you know anything about the common characteristic behaviors and deception methods of evil god organizations that the empire has recently promoted?"
"Hey, only fools would be deceived. It would be great if you could live to forty years old by increasing your life span and delaying aging. Isn't it too comfortable to live a few more years?"
"You understand well. In addition, the evil organization will also deceive people into taking poison in the name of improving body functions." The reporter insisted on the direction of his interview.
"Improve your physical function? Then do hard work for the boss for a few more years?" a garbage collector who was watching next to him said blankly.
A few people were talking nonchalantly, and the sound of "Ahhhhhh" came from another direction. A middle-aged man in disheveled clothes was subdued to the ground by four policemen and handcuffed. It was unknown because of his characteristics.
Or the behavior is questionable.
"Woo——!"
The whistle of the steam train arriving at the station sounded. Fan Ning withdrew his gaze and started to board the train.
He spent most of the journey in silence with his eyes closed, except for eating the food he carried with him to satisfy his hunger and dealing with ticket inspections and interrogations again and again.
Fanning arrived at Ufflansel Station at about one o'clock in the afternoon. He first hired a carriage and asked him to go to a small craft shop called "Lemotele" in the South Dockside area. Their predecessor was a blacksmith shop.
The current business scope includes some small customization businesses of wood, glass or metal molds.
"I have a friend." A disheveled young man standing in front of the store said, "I customized a metal square with a glass piece twenty days ago."
"Excuse me, what's his name?" The clerk flipped through the registration ledger, found the corresponding row, and confirmed it to him.
The clerk's tone was indifferent. There are many customers with strange needs these days. He has seen things even more confusing than this custom request.
"Dalton."
"The price is 10 shillings per pound, and your friend only paid a third of the deposit."
"This is the final payment." The young man pressed a gold pound on the table.
"It is recommended to check whether its weight and dimensions of each part meet the requirements of your friend Mr. Dalton."
A minute later, the young man handed a black object similar to a mobile phone model to "Vasius" in the coffee shop.
"You did a good job. Here is another gold pound. It belongs to you." Fan Ning lowered his head and looked at the object.
After dealing with Benjamin more than 20 days ago, Fan Ning had already customized the mobile phone model replacement in advance in order to cope with possible such actions.
Generally speaking, the technological level of this steam age can basically meet the requirements for the forging and surface treatment of alloy and glass materials.
If it were held and examined carefully by mobile phone users in previous lives, it might be possible to see that this model is a bit rough, but Fan Ning believes that giving it a score of 90 is not a problem.
He then took a car to No. 360 Parliament Street, Pushor District, and walked towards the gray six-story building with the sign of the Police Security Bureau.
"Good afternoon, sir." The guard at the door greeted him.
"Is Mr. Salman here?" Vasius, who was holding a briefcase, asked casually.
"The captain went out early this morning," the guarding policeman said.
Fan Ning responded with a faint nasal voice and walked in immediately.
According to public information within the official organization, Salman, the head of the Ufranser branch, is a ninth-level high-ranking knowledgeable person. Although Fan Ning fully considered various emergencies, he could not help but
Dealing with him is the best.
I had been to this place once, and Joan had been there once when she was going through her own approval procedures. In fact, Vasius's office was not far from Benjamin's former office.
The door was locked, and Fan Ning didn't have the key, but his thread of inspiration reached behind, and the door handle inside turned and opened gently.
Fan Ning did not take action immediately because he did not know anything about the direction, structure, and entry and exit regulations of the sealing room.
He planned to find relevant internal documents to read in the office.
Vasius is the second person here, and no one except Salman will manage him. Fanning locked the door again.
It is a normal behavior for a boss to temporarily close the door to rest and think, and refuse others to come over to report on work.
In less than half an hour, he memorized the basic structure of the seal room, learned its access management system, and learned about some of the mysterious incidents Vasius had handled this year in some files.
There may be a lot of confidential information that he doesn't know that has not been recorded in his office, but now his understanding of Vasius' recent work dynamics is definitely a big improvement compared to the blank before.
But there is a problem.
"What to do with water?" Fan Ning tapped his fingers on the table.
Although I don’t know if what Benjamin said is reliable, at least if this drift bottle wants to float out, it must be placed in water, and there must be a lot of water. This is unmistakable.
But there cannot be a river in the Special Patrol Office building.
Fanning considered using the water supply and storage system marked in the internal structure diagram.
But the movement is too great. If we use invisible force to open up the external steel structures of the large water tanks that are spatially close to the sealing chamber, we can use methods such as piercing, twisting or thermal expansion and contraction.
The entire sealing chamber will be flooded, and in that case I might not be able to deal with the aftermath.
"How to do it?"
After Fan Ning stared at various floor plans or spatial structure diagrams and thought for a while, he suddenly had a weird idea out of helplessness.