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After Fanning finished answering, the other party was silent for about five seconds.

He heard the rustling sound of writing mixed in the background noise on the other end of the phone.

"I'm glad that you got out of trouble safely." It seemed that the quick record was over, and Anna asked again, "Is the door open?"

... No, the red pipe is not in my hand? Fanning suddenly reacted.

The gift evaporated with Vasius, and the only thing he got was this inexplicable hat. Even the gift of the pocket watch in his hand was a fake accompanied by the image of Vasius.

"It's open." He replied, "... but something unexpected happened."

"Accident?"

"In short, it's a bit difficult to understand. In the end, the gift containing the 'phantom' was not taken out of that wrong time and space, but I am sure that the spiritual knowledge in the 'Lightless Gate' should have been successfully contained by the 'phantom'." Fanning said carefully.

There was another slight rustling sound of writing. Just when Fanning was feeling a little uncertain, Anna on the other end of the phone spoke again:

"These two doors are the 'other door' and 'this door' of each other. There may indeed be some unpredictable special situations. I will report to Mr. Salman truthfully... It is a good thing to be able to get out of it unscathed. Maybe when they are all opened, the secret place will return to its original normal state."

... Two doors? Mutually? The secret place returns to normal?

This round of conversation allowed Fanning to hear a lot of information.

Could the other door refer to the 'Broken Key Door' that Joan also holds the key to? No, no... Maybe it is the "Seven Lights Door"... Well, it is very likely the "Seven Lights Door"!

The internal intelligence of the Special Patrol Office is indeed crucial. Now Fanning's previous guesses are all connected.

The unknown source god "Watching Death" and "Flow" worshipped by the Transcendental Club have a twin relationship. According to the doctrine provided by Julius, "... the twin ceremony runs through the pilgrimage of the world process. Even if the disqualification is no longer there, the true knowledge still flows..." This twin relationship may have affected the "Hidden Lamp" and "Fountain in the Painting", the witnesses of the source of the same "wilderness" and "cocoon", due to certain processes in the secret history.

"The Gate of Seven Lights" may be located below the secret door of the Turner Art Museum and is related to the "Fountain in the Painting".

"The Gate of No Light" is located on the top floor of the Art Museum in the town of Vatnay and is related to the "Hidden Lamp".

So, the architectural layout of the two art galleries in the secret place is exactly the same? One is colorful and the other is colorless?

Behind the secret door, the ruins of the "Grand Court School" floating in the black fog may need both doors to be opened, and the real entrance to the secret realm of Yiyong during the Turungaria Dynasty will appear.

They are very likely looking for this place.

"Mr. Vassius, congratulations on completing the task of opening one of the doors." Anna's voice interrupted Fanning's thoughts.

It seems that the purpose of the Special Patrol Office to open the "Lightless Door" is not just to accommodate spiritual knowledge.

This thought flashed through Fanning's mind, and then he calmly responded: "Within the scope of duty."

"How is Carloen Fanning?" Anna asked the next question.

Her question was too open, without any direction. It should not be doubt or targeting herself, but it is easy for two people who know the context to talk like this.

However, Fanning still answered around the most likely thing.

"He has put a lot of effort into studying the fragments of the musical series." From the tone of "Vasius", one can imagine his fake smile, "but all his energy is spent on composing music using materials, such as the "Violin Concerto in E Minor" that he will premiere next."

"So you found the location of the "Gate of No Light" by yourself, right?"

"That's basically it."

"The information about the "Gate of Seven Lights" and the secrets of the Turner Art Museum, have you still not gained anything related to him?"

"...No." Fanning replied, "Tell Mr. Salman that I will stay in Santaram Castle for a while, and at the shortest I will accompany Fanning to finish his performance at the summer art festival to see if I can find out any valuable information."

"I will tell you as soon as possible." Anna smiled sweetly again on the other end of the phone, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Vasius."

"Within my job duties." It was another calm response.

After hanging up the phone, Fanning secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it made people's mental state extremely tense, generally speaking, there were no accidents.

This role-playing job is not easy to do. Although even the breath of the spirit body is exactly the same, I don't have the extraordinary ability of Vassius, and the information in my memory is too different for a completely unfamiliar person. Fortunately, Vassius's special investigation responsibility was originally my own.

But the harvest is huge, and there are still a lot of potential profit points. Those internal intelligence of the Special Patrol Office that is extremely difficult to obtain on weekdays can be easily poured out by the other party like pouring boiled water in these contexts.

The Special Patrol Office has a much clearer grasp of the key points of its own investigation than before.

As long as you can stabilize the previous few exchanges and contacts and let more and more information be filled, it will become smoother and smoother later.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. After Fan Ning closed the door, he played with his pocket watch in his hand, with a paralyzed expression, and walked out at a medium pace.

Walking through the corridor and coming to the hall, several of the policemen guarding the outer door smiled at him as a greeting.

Their eyes met, and "Vasius" uttered a faint "hmm" through his nostrils. Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, a white glove patted his shoulder.

"Uflansel is here, right? Wait." The man's voice behind him sounded a little feminine.

A chill penetrated his skin and blood through his clothes, and Fan Ning suddenly shuddered in his heart and whole body.

The hand that patted the person's shoulder was as cold as a corpse. Fan Ning had no choice but to take back his steps and turn around.

He saw a man wearing a bowler hat and holding a gleaming silver cane. He was tall, with pale skin. The lines and corners of his forehead, cheeks and chin were as stiff as a rectangle. The hand holding the cane was tight.

Anyway, the other party wanted to wait on his own. Before he spoke further, Fan Ning maintained Wasius's unsmiling temperament and "pretentious" thinking attitude.

The scene was tense for two seconds.

"Joe Vasius." Fan Ning, who was a little uncomfortable, could only spit out a name in an unhappy but polite way of introducing himself.

He knew that he couldn't keep this expression on his face forever, but the key point was...he couldn't call this person's name!

"Good morning, Mr. He Meng." "Hello, Inspector." "Hello, sir."

Finally, after a few seconds, the police officers guarding the door greeted him.

Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

But my heart started to become anxious.

According to his common sense, only high-level personnel in the Special Inspection Office can be called "inspector chiefs."

This means that He Meng in front of him is a profound person!

This "Vasius" suppressed his mind, slightly twitching the corners of his mouth and asked:

"Mr. He Meng, what can I do for you?"

"You happen to be here for a short meeting."

Facing his colleagues, although He Meng's voice was a bit cold, it sounded like his attitude was relatively good.

"Short meeting?" Fan Ning tried to ask.

"You're in charge of the investigation of Carolne Van Nin, right?"

"yes."

"Just follow me upstairs." He Meng turned around and walked towards the stairwell of the hall without looking back.

"Okay, sir." Although he was almost ten steps away from her in the blink of an eye, Fan Ning had no choice but to keep up.

Fortunately, the group of policemen just accidentally helped him out of the siege. As a high-level executive of Suxiaozhe, it was reasonable for He Meng to know whether he knew Vasius, but it was really strange that Vasius didn't know He Meng.

Fan Ning almost had no choice but to safely presuppose his high-level status based on the way he greeted her, skipping the name "Sir" or "Sir".

Although the identity will not be revealed immediately, it is inevitable that a strange impression will be made.

Fan Ning calmed down, followed He Meng, and stepped onto the steps with red paint reliefs on both sides.

Since it was "you happened to be here" and he asked about the investigation content he was responsible for, it means that Vascius was not the subject of the pre-arranged meeting. He may have been asked to provide some information about "Carolen Van Ning" by the way. Survey information plays a supplementary role.

I don’t know much about anything else, but I know a lot about this aspect.

Fan Ning secretly went through the scene of greeting people several times in his mind. His subconscious tendency showed that according to Wasius's character and small movements, he would either make eye contact and nod, or squeeze out a "hmm" from his nose, or directly say "hmm". Respond calmly with "Good morning/afternoon." When greeting a colleague, just follow your character. Even if another follower shows up to attend the meeting, others will call him by name.

Although this matter was unexpectedly unlucky, Fan Ning still felt a little confident after thinking about it this way.

He found that the illusion created by this hat seemed to be more subtle than he expected. He Meng, as a knower, seemed to be unable to discover that his spiritual aura was fake. There was no way that someone would come and pull his hat free, right?

"Today's two matters require some additional investigative information from Ufranser." He Meng in front continued to speak sadly, "So since you happen to be here, we won't contact you separately and start the process together. I’ll leave soon.”

Speaking of this, He Meng chuckled: "Even we can only count on our fingers the occasions when we can see Mr. Pogorelic."

? ? If it weren't for his good mental quality, Fan Ning would almost break out in cold sweat on his back.

What kind of luck do you have today?

First, the president of the Bologna School wants to see him, and then the director of the Special Inspectorate also wants to see him?

Fan Ning's only intuitive impression of Pogorelic is the cyan glossy signature steel seal that appears on all official intellectual certificates. Who knows what level his strength is.

"So I helped you get an unexpected good opportunity, right?" He Meng turned around.

Although his tone was always cold, Fan Ning actually heard a hint of "the boss cares for his subordinates" with his social instinct.

…It’s really fucking unexpected. Fan Ning said "thank you" bravely.

I saw a smile on "Vasius"'s gloomy face. This should be the expression when he was most excited: "Mr. He Meng is a person who has learned about it. It is so difficult to meet Mr. Pogorelic." ”

"The One of Insight? Haha..." The back of He Meng's head in front of him shook slightly, "For Mr. Pogorelic, the mystery that we people talk about is only a little more profound than that of the ignorant."

When Fan Ning, who was climbing the stairs, heard this description, he felt that the wind in his trousers and cuffs had made him feel cold with cold sweat.

Facing the leader of the world's most powerful extraordinary organization, his next preparations will be blocked by this broken hat on his head?

The building of the Special Patrol Headquarters looked similar to the branch he had visited before. The layout of the large office building commonly used by the authorities in this era was combined with the interior and exterior decoration style of the Police Security Bureau. The only difference was that there were more stairwells and the corridors were much more complicated.

However, the corridors on many floors were equipped with tightly guarded iron gates and guardrails, which prevented people from entering these specific areas. At the end of the corridor, it seemed that some steam elevators were running.

It took less than a minute to go upstairs, and Fan Ning felt that the days were long. After passing by many policemen and investigators, He Meng took him to a corridor on the fifth floor.

The protective device in front of him, which was similar to a cast iron explosion-proof door, showed a cold texture. At first glance, it was a posture that even military equipment could not open, but this was not the point for Fan Ning at all. Even if it was a toy door, he could not slip away from the eyes of a profound person, not to mention that the director of the Special Patrol was waiting for him in the conference room.

He Meng placed his hand on it for a moment, and a huge sound of steam jets came from the corridor, and the whole door began to slowly swing forward. At that moment, Fan Ning felt four waves of inspiration that were as strong as his own.

Behind the door was a long mahogany table and four armchairs. On the table were a coffee grinder and a sugar bean basin. Several gentlemen looked at the two of them, holding pipes or cards in their hands.

Unlike the monotonous office style outside, the ground area behind this explosion-proof door was actually wooden floor and red carpet, with complex embossed embossed paper on the wall, and thick velvet curtains tied up with golden tassels. In the slightly wider hall outside, there were water bars, sofas, pianos, billiard tables, chess and card tables, and automatic gambling machines.

Looking at the paintings that were shining brightly under the crystal chandeliers, if it weren't for the wrong situation, Fan Ning's heart was beating a little faster. He almost thought he came to the club to kill time today.

In the smoke, He Meng waved his hand, signaling the knowledgeable people on duty not to stand up and say hello, and then took Fan Ning to the corridor behind the hall.

"I will leave directly later, and you can do whatever you want after the meeting." He Meng reached out and turned the door handle in front of him. After opening a small gap, he left Fan Ning and continued to walk forward.

... What... What do you mean? Isn't it a short meeting?

Looking at He Meng's back, and then looking at the corridor that looks like a luxury hotel and the half-closed door in front of him, Fan Ning almost didn't know what to do.

Although he knew that he couldn't ask rashly, he really hoped that this knowledgeable person would not stay by his side all the time, so he just tried to say: "... Just leave directly later?"

"Or, you can also play cards with them."

He Meng pointed in the direction of the hall, and then locked himself in another room with a bang.

Fan Ning, whose heart had been hanging in his throat, seemed to feel a little relieved.

He looked at the wood grain of the door and briefly thought about whether to leave, but immediately dismissed the idea.

Don't treat others as fools.

So Fanning gritted his teeth and pushed the door open.