In the small room, Fan Ning's eyes were a little sore from writing for a long time.
"Dong dong dong." A soft knock on the door sounded.
He held his face in his hands, massaged his eyes with his fingertips, and responded calmly: "The door is unlocked, please come in."
"Good morning, Mr. Fan Ning." The girl's gentle voice sounded.
Fan Ning removed the hand that was covering her eyes and saw Roy standing at the door wearing a long white dress, looking at him with a smile.
"Miss Roy, why are you here?" Fan Ning responded with a smile.
The girl sat down on the sofa across from her, folded her legs, and said generously: "Roy comes to chat with you, isn't it okay?"
"No, no, that's not what I'm asking." The corners of Fan Ning's mouth raised even more, "I mean, why is it you who are here, and not Mr. Huxley or the other two gentlemen."
The girl explained unhurriedly: "After talking to Uncle Huxley on the phone, I personally made suggestions and was authorized by the representative. Because Roy feels that his personal relationship with you is relatively closer, Fan Ning
Have you ever felt this way, sir?"
"It's okay to say that." Fan Ning mentioned the sterling silver carved pot on the table, "Facing those three middle-aged and elderly gentlemen yesterday was simply mental pollution, the kind that affected the inspiration for composing... If you want to compare it like this, I
I still prefer the feeling of chatting with Miss Roy."
He poured out half a cup of coffee, then stood up slightly and handed the exquisite corrugated cup to Roy.
"Be careful of burns."
Roy took it, thanked him softly, and then asked: "The conditions here are not negligent, right?"
"It's conducive to quiet creation, especially compared with the police and security bureau. It's a luxurious environment. What, Miss Roy is going to stay here with me?" Fan Ning's expression showed a hint of joking.
"You seem to go to the police station often." The girl responded jokingly.
She took a sip of coffee: "Roy came here today. The first thing is to prepare to pick you up and leave. It's not to help, but to greet you as a courtesy, because you can go out on your own."
"Oh?" Fan Ning turned the pen in his hand.
"Mr. Fan Ning, why didn't you tell the professors yesterday about you and the Guidance School?"
Roy actually didn't understand why Fan Ning chose to stay like this for one night.
"Mr. Fanning's status is at least the same as that of a member of the Bologna School, that is, on the same level as the dozen or so knowledgeable people stationed at the core of power at the University of San Lenia, rather than a teacher-student relationship..." she thought in her mind.
"Let me count, what have I explained to them before." Fan Ning recalled, "Well, why did Professor Lorraine come to me, why did I leave midway, and why did Joan and I stay together?
, why is it useless if I don’t call the police? Miss Roy, I even have ulterior motives for drinking water. I really have no interest in talking to them about more in-depth topics."
He finally smiled and shook his head: "What's even more confusing is that Dean Fabian finally said that he could delay my transfer to the Special Patrol Office as long as he cooperated in handing over the documents... This is like using a fake gun
It would be outrageous to rob a box of counterfeit money..."
Roy lowered his head and gently smoothed the folds of his skirt with his hands, letting it cover his knees: "I think there are indeed some problems with the recent practices of the Bologna School."
Fan Ning glanced at her dark blue eyes and waited for her to continue.
"After the series of incidents occurred, they only focused on their own investigations and ignored reporting and humanistic care; they treated the deaths of Professor Anton and Professor Lorraine with an unfair attitude; their contacts with the parties involved were too harsh and forceful, and they ignored the shortcomings of the school's own management. Overall,
He said he was too strict with outsiders and too tolerant of himself." Roy commented one by one.
"She is really good at interpreting and appeasing each other's emotions. She did not refute or argue when I criticized her. The core meaning she summarized was exactly the same as my inner impression. The words that came to my mind were exactly what they said: 'Longer than self-discipline, strict with others'."
Treat people'."
This comment flashed through Fan Ning's mind, but he knew very well what the other party's reasons and purposes were.
He smiled and shook his head: "Miss Roy, if I were you, as a stakeholder of the school, I would not criticize myself like this. This goes against my own position."
The smile and surprise appeared in Roy's eyes at the same time. She seemed surprised by Fan Ning's frankness and transparency.
Fan Ning lowered his head and began to collect his manuscripts scattered around the table: "Several objective facts: First, the organization of the knowledgeable is inherently transcendent from the group of ignorant people; second, the impact of the death of the first vice president of the Conservatory of Music is much higher than
A marginalized professor; third, it is in the interest of the Bologna School to ascertain the incident and find what is needed as quickly as possible, and the result is more important than the method.
"So, instead of forcibly reconciling conflicts between people with different classes or positions, it is better to find out whether there are common interests in certain areas. If they are too divided, just verbally understand each other."
He stood up with his briefcase in hand: "This matter will not affect our personal relationship at the moment, Miss Roy, remember to practice your music more."
"Hey, wait." Roy also stood up.
After hearing the last sentence, she was obviously relaxed and happy, but her eyes were mixed with a hint of resentment, and her cheeks were slightly bulging, as if she was dissatisfied with Fan Ning's decision to leave.
It was very similar to what it was like during rehearsal that night.
"Mr. Fan Ning, Roy has a second reason for coming. I have brought some progress in the Bologna School's investigation of the Professor Anton incident. Well, temporary and incomplete progress."
"Investigation progress?" Fan Ning stopped on the spot, not hiding his concern.
Roy's voice was still sweet: "The first development is: the direct cause of Professor Anton's death was naturally a gunshot wound, and the cause of his mental disorder was that his soul grew rapidly in a short period of time due to some extreme external force, and even far away.
He passed the threshold of a knowledgeable person, and at the moment of promotion, his "light of first acquaintance" was taken away by some mysterious means. We can only deduce the effect of this method at present, but we don't know the principle and source, nor the
What is the other party doing for?"
...The light of first acquaintance was taken away??
Fan Ning frowned deeply when he heard this.
Roy saw Fan Ning's expression and sighed softly to express his regret.
She continued: "Another development is that the knowledgeable force behind the incident is called the "Pleasure Listening Society". They are a secret organization that had some entanglements with the early Bologna School and worshiped the witness named "Red Pond"
Lord, the deaths of several other students may also be related to the 'Happy Listening Session'."
Fan Ning stood there and was silent for several minutes.
During this period, Roy's eyes were always caressing Fan Ning with a gentle and comforting smile.
But she may not have imagined that the round of key information she provided would fill in the missing corner of the puzzle in Fan Ning's mind!
To be precise, it's one-third of here, and the other two-thirds are filled in. Although the splicing is not tight enough, the outline is complete:
After the incident, the Special Inspection Office focused on the fact that Professor Anton's death was related to the study of mysterious antiquities, so they seized the audio fragments.
The clue that Fan Ning had previously discovered was that the audio fragments were hidden behind paintings in the art museum. After being lost, they were sent to Prudence Auction House and were purchased by Spencer Cecil, the uncle of team leader Ram Cecil.
, recommended by Professor Anton, this may involve the Red Agate Culture Media Company, the strange part-time job of roommate Calvin, and the party participant code-named "Agent".
The information provided by Roy was the mysterious method of capturing the "Light of First Acquaintance" and the "pleasure listening party" organized by the hidden knower.
They all cleared up some fog from their own perspectives, but a lot of the information between them was broken.
For example, the Bologna School seems not to have noticed the phonetic fragments at all, even though Professor Anton has studied them for a long time, which shows that Professor Anton’s presence in the school is really low.
"Miss Roy, what do you want?" Fan Ning ended the silence and asked.
"I wonder what Mr. Fan Ning means?" After waiting for so long, Roy's tone was still gentle and elegant, without any hint of impatience.
"You have brought a lot of key information on the mysterious side. Even if they are not confidential, they are at least your internal information."
Fan Ning said calmly: "So, actually you can negotiate the terms first, Miss Roy."
"Mr. Fan Ning is really nice." A sweet smile bloomed on the girl's face, which was as radiant as snow.
"Roy is indeed entrusted by Uncle Huxley and wants to come and discuss cooperation with you."