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Damn, what a coincidence?
Fan Ning secretly thought it was bad, but when he thought about it carefully, he really couldn't blame himself for procrastinating.

Go to the outermost corridor, find the location of the mobile phone, put it in the drift bottle, and rush into the sewer of the innermost destruction room. Such a simple operation, I thought it would take five minutes to get it done.

Who knew that such a bunch of inexplicable things would happen.

Salman had gone out early in the morning and could have returned at any time.

"There was some movement on the lower floor." Fan Ning frowned tightly, "The movement was not small, and I always felt that something might rush up, so I hid for a while in the buffer room on the C-level sealed room floor to be cautious. "

Fan Ning browsed the file records of the abnormal situation in the sealing room in the past in the data of Vassius' office.It should be said that most of the anomalies are some vague sounds or smells that the entrant "thinks" like nothing, and the movements I encountered today are very rare.

He didn't have a suitable reason to tell Salman that he had been to the bottom floor, but this did not prevent him from adjusting the observation angle of those abnormal phenomena slightly.

The description of the phenomenon itself is based on facts, and based on Salman's knowledge of the contained substances of each layer, he will confirm the authenticity or possibility.

"Anyone who enters the sealed room during this time should not go to the bottom b-level corridor without authorization. As long as the last spiritual wall is not removed, there should be no real problems." Salman said after listening A sentence to explain, and then asked a few questions about the haunted umbrella, and then didn't say anything more.

He waved his hand and signaled the duty officer to bring over the "two friends" who had already sucked half of Fanning's blood, as usual.

"Captain, how do you record the length of stay?" The duty officer held the tweezers holding "two friends" in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, showing a hesitant look.

"Of course it's 19 minutes, [-] to [-] seconds." Salman said, "Isn't it more than a minute to be flexible? You should pay more attention during this time." The last sentence was said to Fanning.

He had great trust in Vassius, his right-hand man.

No matter what the management system is, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. To report an exposure case with a "large pollution risk" to the headquarters, you have to write a lot of things, and you have to track and close the loop afterwards, which is extremely troublesome.

Just pay attention to yourself internally. Sometimes these extra actions are too many, which instead occupy the energy of normal investigation business.

"Perhaps I should rest for a while after coming out of that wretched place." Fanning slightly twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his arms at the same time.

The outer hollow bracket of the funnel-shaped container of "Two Friends" squirmed again, and the dark suction cup touched the skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

When the other end of the funnel was also filled with blood, there was a soft glass breaking sound.

Fanning lowered his head and stared at its changes, and saw that the seemingly disconnected narrow channel in the middle of the container was connected by an extremely thin thread of blood, and gradually bubbles began to appear in the blood, and there were more and more bubbles.

According to the records of the "two friends" in the data, since the blood at both ends of the container was drawn at different times, when there is a slight discrepancy in the residual spiritual characteristics of the two, it will change accordingly, which is used to intuitively reflect the The level of contamination the investigators were exposed to.

...

As the balance was broken, the bubbles burst out more violently, and the blood seemed to boil.

The dense and complicated hollow brackets on the outside of the container began to twist like burnt plastic, and there were breaks in several places, and several dark strips protruded exaggeratedly in different directions.

The small cylinders that were originally neatly shaped turned into a bunch of weird things with teeth and claws like air-dried tentacles.

Several officers on duty who were watching calmly gradually widened their eyes.

"How could there be such a big reaction!?" Fan Ning thought to himself that something was wrong.

He knows that pollution will always exist, more or less problems, not to mention staying in a place like the sealed room where mysterious factors are entwined for a period of time, even if you read a few pages of low-level mysticism literature, the hidden pollution It can't be zero either.

After everyone comes out of the sealing room, some changes will occur in the "two friends". Generally, the overall hollow frame is distorted and deformed, the right cylinder becomes an oblique cylinder, or the cross section is distorted into an ellipse.

But now it looks like this.
Fan Ning found that several other people, including Salman, had instinctively moved their feet a little further away from him.

"Damn it, what's the extent of this?" Fan Ning took the initiative to pretend to be relaxed and smiled, "Why do I think I'm okay, except for the few movements I heard, which are a little weird?"

Salman sent a questioning look to several officers on duty: "Who has more experience in measurement?"

The person who wrote the pen choked: "Frankly speaking, the degree of distortion is a bit embarrassing"

He looked at the smiling face of "Vassius" and Salman's gradually frowning brows, and quickly explained: "The attachment outside the container is not only distorted, but also a small amount of fracture is accompanied by expansion. It shows that the pollution level has reached a high value within the normal range, but the overall hollow structure has not completely disintegrated, and it is still close to the pollution level that requires immediate emergency measures, um, a little bit worse.”

I already have such serious pollution?Why don't I feel that?Fanning felt uneasy at this moment.

Salman's face was cloudy and uncertain for a few seconds: "The detention time has been changed to a truthful record."

"In this case, it is an exposure with a relatively high pollution risk, and this entry and exit record needs to be reported to the headquarters," the duty officer confirmed.

"Then report it."

"Uh, the 'two friends' test response."

"Report together."

Salman interrupted him twice.

"You have to be flexible. In this situation, if something happens and you are found to have concealed it, none of you present will be able to escape." The hooked-nosed gentleman coldly glanced around the crowd, "The process of entering and exiting the body should also go through."

"Okay, okay." The two approached Fanning at the same time.

Fanning took off his thin black coat, shook it twice, hung it on the side shelf at random, and then opened his arms, the thin "gel film" was actually stuck to the inside of the coat under invisible control.

However, his way of operating keeps everyone's attention on his own body.

He took off his leather shoes and put them on again while the duty officer carefully checked his shirt and trousers.

Finally, the investigator fixed his eyes on Fanning's top hat, and then gave Salman a questioning look.

...

Salman watched the whole process calmly, without expressing anything.

Fanning stretched out his hand, supported the top hat, and slowly lifted it until the brim of the hat was almost ninety degrees to the top of his head, but there was always a small part of it against his head.

The space inside the cap is facing the investigator, who sees pure black, apparently nothing.

During the detailed discussion last night, Sheeran reminded Fanning of the problem with the symbol of "Mantra" on the top of the hat, and immediately thickened Fanning with a layer of black cloth with needle and thread.

Fanning then put her top hat back on and put on her coat.

So Salman nodded to his right-hand man: "Vassius, go on vacation, pay attention to yourself, stop discussing hidden knowledge during this period, stop dreaming, and contact us in time if you have any abnormal feelings. Consciously cooperate with relevant requirements.”

After speaking, he took the elevator up first.

"Okay Captain." Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly responded to his back.

In fact, a layer of haze was buried in his heart. It was one aspect that this entry and exit record of Vassius entered the headquarters' field of vision. More importantly, the pollution did not follow a false identity. The pollution actually happened to him!
Is it purely because of this trip?Or did I lay down some bad "foundation" before, and my spirituality was unstable, which caused the incident just now to have a greater impact on me?
The others finally showed expressions of relief.

Since the captain judged it this way, it seemed that it was "the top level of seriousness within the normal range", but it hadn't broken through the qualitative change line, at least the atmosphere of being on the verge of a big enemy disappeared.

"Sir."

After watching Salman disappear into the ladder, the investigator on duty smiled and handed Fanning a cigarillo.

Fan Ning raised his right hand and almost blurted out "I don't smoke, thank you".

But he immediately realized his current identity, and with a faint "hmm", he took the cigar and put it in his mouth, leaned over to the lighter covered by the investigator and lit it.

"Cough cough." After taking a big puff, Fan Ning was choked up and coughed, and smoke filled his mouth and nose. "What happened to the paint factory in the west last time." He hurriedly brought up a topic.

For the next ten minutes or so, Fan Ning forcibly chatted with these people in the mist, finally finished smoking the cigarillo in his hand, and coughed several times.

Fortunately, the first thing he looked at in Vassius's office was the work file of the branch staff with photos. With the outstanding memory brought by high-level inspiration, and he deliberately guided the chat topic to the work information he had mastered, basically Everything is working fine.

Imitating the posture of Vassius, Fanning took a deep puff, pressed the cigar out in the ashtray, and walked calmly towards the elevator.

The investigator who had just returned to the poker table suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted at Fan Ning.

"Is your coffee mug?"

"Damn it, it landed inside." Fanning didn't turn his head, smoke drifted out from the top, and coughed again, "I forgot about this when I randomly checked the ledgers of a few C-class containment materials, don't worry about it."

He didn't say which floor he landed on, or which room.

People who go to the sealing room are extremely tense in time and mood, and will not deliberately look for an insignificant glass in such a large place. Even if someone occasionally remembers it after a long time, it may be attributed to mysterious factors that cannot be found. I won't take it to heart.

...

"Sir, I seem to have caught a cold, but it shouldn't be a big problem if you are so focused on your work." The expressions of the other people became more and more relaxed.

Fanning didn't rush to leave, but returned to Vassius' office.

A boss who is about to go on vacation must do the first thing: finish the backlog of documents and arrange follow-up work.

He signed a bunch of documents in a serious manner, and made arrangements for the investigation or aftermath of several important recent mysterious incidents.

By the way, one more item was drafted, the opinion on restarting the investigation of the related industries under the name of the factory owner Stanley.In the reply, he pointed out some clues and indicated that since the matter involved two different classes, he asked the Guidance School and the Police and Security Bureau to jointly assist in the investigation.

Fan Ning didn't leave the branch of the Special Inspection Office until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and then took the train that departed for Santa Rambo at around four o'clock, and it was almost midnight when he returned to the imperial capital.

The heart of the empire's transportation hub was still crowded with people, but as soon as Fanning boarded the taxi leaving the train station, the popularity quickly dropped to almost zero.

On the street in the dark summer night, there are only teams of police officers patrolling.

Fanning detoured and changed several places, and finally took off his disguise in a hidden place, and officially set off for Norberwyn Parish in the south.

The Headquarters of the Guiding School is built next to the University of the City of Santa Ramborg.

Compared with the traditional aristocratic public schools that are usually good at theology, art and humanities, the urban universities that have risen together with the growth of the middle class in the empire for nearly half a century are generally stronger in science and technology, economics and finance or business management.

Santa Ramborg City University is one of the top-ranked existences. Their jurisdiction belongs to the guiding school together with non-noble schools such as elementary public schools, workers' skill night schools, free schools for the poor, and women's home schools.

The carriage passed the long and dark buildings in the financial center of Norberwin Parish, and finally stopped at the square outside the school gate of Santa Ramborg Metropolitan University.

At the corner of the marble school gate with the color scheme of the new era, Sheeran, who had already heard the movement, poked her head from the duty room. When she saw Fan Ning's figure, she trotted over with her white skirt.

"What are you doing?" Fanning watched in surprise as the girl approached him and sniffed twice.

"You smoke." Sheeran wrinkled her little nose.

"I don't want to either. Has the item arrived? If it arrives, you can take it first. Why don't you rest first at this late hour."

"Can I sleep?" Sheeran rolled his eyes at him, "I found it in the artificial lake behind the school at around two o'clock in the afternoon, but it was a bit strange, I didn't dare to open it, thinking that it might be possible when you come back. to get a better idea of ​​what's going on."

"Strange?" Fanning frowned.

So he followed Sheeran to the school with doubts.

The night breeze was cool and pleasant. After walking for a few minutes on the wide square avenue in front of the main building, Sheeran took Fanning into a nearby fork and took a shortcut through the small side door to enter the office area of ​​the headquarters of the Guiding School.

"The tallest seven-storey building is the old library of Santa Ramborg City University. It is now only open to teachers and students on weekdays on the first and second floors. '."

"The school's actual office locations are on the third to seventh floors, as well as the first, second, and third basement floors that can be accessed through mechanical elevators. Of course, the public facilities such as reception and travel hotels, academic clubs, water concert halls, and faculty restaurants next to it are also for the public. We use it, we will stay at the hotel here tonight."

Sheeran introduced the layout of the neighborhood to Fanning, obviously she was very familiar with it all day.

Although the standard of the University’s reception hotel is not as good as that of the Poethus Hotel, Fan Ning believes that it is at the same level as the Gogol Hotel.

"Clicking." Sheeran took out the room key, opened the door, and beckoned him to come in directly.

"You can see it yourself. Although the situation is a bit strange, after observing for a while, I didn't find any abnormal movements. To be safe, I still didn't ask Sir Viadrin to help deal with it."

When Fan Ning saw the tightly tied black leather bag in the corner of the bathroom, he instinctively had a bad feeling in his heart.

But when he opened the leather bag and took out the drift bottle, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Why is it so full?"

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