musicians of old

Chapter 33 Date Coincidence

"Your origin? Purpose?"

Hearing this sentence, the gray-clothed man, who was tired by the wall, wanted to stretch out his arms and sit up a little bit more.

"Don't move, raise your hand." Fanning shouted coldly.

Seeing the black muzzle pointing at him, the man in gray slowly raised his hand.

"Sheeran, throw that dagger through the window first." Fanning changed his voice softly.

"Oh." The girl's voice trembled a little.

"Be careful, go around from behind, yes, turn around, and don't be in the straight line connecting the dagger and this guy." Fan Ning still stared at the man in gray with his gun, reminding him from the corner of his eye.

From the current point of view, this person with knowledge seems to be able to hide and shuttle in the mirror, can remotely control sharp blades, and has proficient skills in using firearms.

These abilities are weird and difficult to guard against, and I must carefully rule out all risks.

"Smash that mirror a little more."

Sheeran did as she was told.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and—" The ice layer on the mask of the man in gray has been partially melted and dripping from the exhaled water vapor. Fanning once again exchanged temperature with the ice on the roof, and continued to restrict his vision through thickening.

Even though his inspiration was close to exhaustion, the back of his head throbbed again and again.

The man's expression under the mask was ashamed. This young man with knowledge seemed to have stronger inspiration than him, and he was impeccable in his work. He completely destroyed the conditions for his ability to be used, leaving no chance!
"Why can you control both flames and frost in an instant? Your order is higher than mine?" The man couldn't help but speak, his voice was a little hoarse.

However, he obviously couldn't understand that Fanning's mysterious ability was actually an "exchange of temperature".

"I'm asking you a question." Fanning held the revolver and reiterated again, "The origin? The purpose?"

"What is the origin of our so-called forbidden people?" The man's tone was somewhat contemptuous and self-deprecating, "Those with knowledge who work in the shadows rely on accepting commissions in various underground gatherings to exchange resources and hidden knowledge. , lingering in the risk of 'distortion' and 'lost'."

"Compared to the happy ignorant, we are just a group of insects who have seen the cruel nature of the world's will."

Forbidden... Fanning heard a new name.

He very naturally associated the word with the Special Patrol Office.

The Special Patrol Office suppresses and controls unofficial organizations with knowledge?
Because their supernatural abilities tend to cause social unrest?Or is the secret organization in the dark too rampant and a threat to the empire?Or are there certain mysteries whose conditions or effects are very sinister?

As for those who are knowledgeable in churches and schools, will the Special Inspection Office take care of them?

Fan Ning suppressed the doubts in his heart without changing his face, and continued to ask: "So you have accepted some kind of commission, so what is your purpose? To kill us?"

The man in gray said, "Didn't you also accept the commission? The purpose is just the opposite."

Fanning stared at the man: "I ask you, why did you aim at something non-lethal when you shot at her? Then you shot at me and aimed at my head?"

"Don't tell me that you are inaccurate with marksmanship, just take a casual aim."

"The content of the commission is to take her away?" Fan Ning's tone suddenly became cold.

The man in gray snorted: "Your observation is quite careful."

"Who is the client? How to accept the commission?"

"If I tell the truth, you'll let me go?" The gray-robed man asked tentatively after being silent for a while.

"It depends on the value of your information." Fanning wiped away the blood from his nose with his other hand.

"That depends on whether you believe it or not." The man in gray replied.

"I'm not bargaining with you!!" Fan Ning raised his gun sharply, his voice was as sharp as if he wanted to eat someone.

He did not hide his anger and killing intent at all.

"Okay." The gray-clothed man broke into cold sweat one after another. "The initiator of the party is a woman named 'Sylvia'. Of course, this is fake."

He quickly added: "I don't mean that I'm lying to you, but that this woman's claim must be false, and we don't know her background."

"How to go to the party?" Fanning asked again.

"She should have several layers of middlemen. Before the party, the time and place will be spread to indefinite channels in an indefinite form. If you know it, if you are willing to come, you can go if you have knowledge. There are no other thresholds. Participant mobility It is very big, and the meeting time is generally not long, ranging from half an hour to an hour at most."

"The time and place of the meeting are uncertain. Knowing the information needs to be introduced layer by layer, and those intermediaries will also secretly investigate potential participants. It's no harm and no use for me to tell you the channel I obtained the information before."

Immediately, the man in gray frankly reported the address of a tavern located in the suburb of Uvransell.

So mysterious...

Party open again?Secret?
I thought that I could get some information from this that was directly related to the events I experienced.

Unexpectedly, the clues got longer and longer...

Fanning frowned deeply.

Continue to ask who is this middleman who informs the party?
It doesn't make sense, even the name of the initiator "Sylvia" doesn't make sense. The only thing that has any value is gender.

If Fanning finds out next time that even the distinction between men and women is unreliable in this mysterious world, he won't be surprised.

"When and where is the next meeting?" At least this question has the most direct value.

"Thursday at 225:[-] p.m., No. [-] Finlay Street, Pushore District, southwest corner of the second floor of the Warehouse District." Due to the openness and fluidity of the party, and also to cooperate, the man in gray answered very simply.

"If you've done the job, how do you deliver it?" Fanning tried to see if he could dig out something.

"Let me take it to a remote place and wait by myself."

Remote location... Mostly they pointed at random.

Is it necessary to ask for the address for follow-up investigation?

It was impossible for him to go on an adventure alone or with Sheeran.

Report to Guiding School?I will definitely say this thing myself.

But the location of this person's entrustment... Not to mention that there is no clear point of interest, the Guiding School will not take action rashly. Even if they go to guard, the strength and purpose of the other party are completely unknown... I have not officially joined, and I will lead everyone to destroy together?
The location of the delivery is also of no significance to one's own side.

"Okay." Fanning nodded, and then pulled the trigger of the revolver.

"boom--"

Sheeran exclaimed again in the sound of the gunshot.

The bullet pierced his head, and blood splashed behind the wall. The man's head tilted to the side, and his figure slid down, until he was silent.

"Caroun? Did you really shoot? Did you really kill him?" Sheeran was too young after all, her voice was trembling violently.

"I never thought of letting him live."

Fanning's voice was very calm, but he closed his eyes, squatted down, and his esophagus twitched one after another.

"His value has come to an end. Another second to live will be a nightmare. To protect you is the purpose of my coming here tonight." Fan Ning said, burying his face in his knees.

More than 72 hours before the time travel, I have already taken a person's life with my own hands, and I am still a person with knowledge.

Fanning did not intend to take into account the emotions of the man in gray before his death, or the feeling of being shot in the head.

Behind the icy mask, the expression is frightened?regret?relief?
Or do you hate Fanning for still shooting under the premise of his cooperation?Or did he know that he was going to die, and he said those things just to fight for the one-in-a-million hope?
I didn't see these anyway.

But the scene of flowers of blood and gray brains blooming on the wall kept replaying in his mind like an endless loop.

"Caroun? Are you okay? Are you injured?" Sheeran ran over and helped Fanning up.

Fanning shook his head slowly.

He stood with his eyes closed for about half a minute, then opened them again, looking coldly at the man in gray who was lying in a pool of blood.

If I didn't decide to come here today;
If I am not promoted to a wise person at night;
If the gift obtained in the shift happens to be useless in today's battle;
If there is no light quality shield from "resonance or wave or reverberation";

If I have a slight delay or misjudgment in various details...

An opponent who doesn't say a word is too scary.

For those who are decisive in killing, there is only one who is more decisive in killing.

"So even if we do it again..."

"I'm still going to pull the trigger."

"I can't let him go."

Fanning began to recall the information from him.

"Why did you take Sheeran away?"

No way of knowing, the man in gray only knew what to do, not why.

"Thursday at eight o'clock? The warehouse district at 225 Finlay Avenue, Purshore?"

How can I be a little familiar with myself?
Isn't 226 Finlay Avenue the address of Prudence's auction house?Isn't Thursday night auction time?

The auction starts at seven o'clock in the evening, and it will definitely not end at eight o'clock.

Time staggered by an hour?The address is separated by a number?
The fragments of the sound series were obtained by Mr. Anton at the Prudence Auction House through the recommendation of a man named Spencer Cecil.

Team leader Ram Cecil, who has the same surname, warned Sheeran during the daytime funeral.

After conflicting with himself again, he said that he would not intervene in the future.

After all, these nodes are slowly connected...

Fanning would not be fooled by his position, he began to think from Cecil's point of view.

This Sheeran's cousin is not completely brainless.

He was hostile to himself, and had the motive of plotting against Xilan, but the warning and protection could not be said to be false, it could only be said that he was taking advantage of the situation to coerce the little girl into submission.

Hmm. This kind of behavior is naturally disgusting.

But he obviously has other things that he thinks are more important, and he seems to have made some kind of trade-off.

Translation translation, what does it mean not to "inquire"?
There is more than one force in the dark.

Today's matter is related to Cecil, but it may not be his side's actions, but "letting go" of the other party's actions.

Fan Ning made such a guess from various clues.

"Caron, now... what should we do now?" Sheeran asked a little at a loss.

Fanning looked at this messy room, the carpet was covered with glass and sawdust, the furniture fell everywhere, there were large bloodstains on the wall, the body of the man in gray...

Also, six shots were fired intermittently... This neighborhood is a dense residential area for school professors.

"What else can I do?"

Could it be that he and the little girl can clean up the scene, destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces, and then stop the mouths of the people around who heard the gunshots?

Is this necessary? This person is an intruder.

"Call the police!"

　Thank you Sanyuanli for your reward~
　　Recently, the two joints of the thumbs of both hands are so painful, I feel that I can’t use my mobile phone to code all the time.
　　
　
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