Fan Ning rubbed his eyes desperately.
I saw layers of wrinkled brown linen "curled up" inside the drift bottle, which had squeezed the entire rather large bottle tightly.
To say the least, I folded it six or seven times before stuffing it in. I couldn't tell whether my phone was in it or not.
"This can't be it." He had a bad premonition, so he immediately thought of "The Room of Pain" which scared him almost to death several times.
"Did you encounter anything strange in the sealing room?" Sheeran asked from behind.
So Fan Ning told her a series of abnormal situations that occurred inside, including the situation when he was interrogated after coming out.
"So the painting was first stuck behind the observation glass, then floated to the corridor wall, and finally ran into the drifting bottle?" Sheeran asked doubtfully.
Fan Ning didn't understand how it got in. When he finally turned back, it should have been on the wall outside. Even if it moved again, he was sure that he only had his mobile phone in the bottle, and he returned to the top.
On the first floor, no unusual movement was found.
Could it be because when flushing down the sewer of the destruction room, the drift bottle briefly returned to the lower level?
The drainage system is naturally connected, and the destruction chambers on each floor are on the same plane, but at different heights.
Fan Ning first borrowed a silver-plated tong from the hotel for holding pastries.
"Stand back a little." He reminded, and wrapped the "gel membrane" around his wrist again.
Then he squatted down and carefully unscrewed the cork. At the same time, he kept himself from looking down, and kept inserting the clamp to see if he could get the phone out first.
But it turned out that this was a useless effort. The canvas of this work was so full of bottles that he didn't even feel the position of his mobile phone. If he had one, it would be wrapped in the middle.
There is no other way but to grab it and pull it all out.
Seeing that the "gel membrane" on his hand was motionless, Fan Ning finally lowered his head, raised the bottle, held his breath, and tried a few glances in a direction parallel to the folds of the canvas.
Seeing this, he showed a strange expression, then stretched out his hand and pulled it out in one breath.
As the large brown linen canvas unfolded, Fan Ning saw the mobile phone wrapped in the middle, but the canvas was brand new and there was nothing on it.
"Sublimation into migration? Caroln, you haven't appreciated it, have you?" Sheeran, who was reminded of "Green Night", sounded a little worried.
"I shouldn't have" Fan Ning found herself using uncertain words.
He re-searched the memories from eight or nine hours ago and felt that the pictures seemed a little discontinuous.
I just remember that when I was holding my phone, I stood in the opposite room in a daze, and then I saw a rectangular frame with a black screen attached to it several times in different locations.
I have definitely never seen it, but I always feel that there seems to be some discrepancy between the content of the painting and the description on the sign.
You probably haven't seen it.
He looked down at the "gel membrane" on his wrist again. Although it was no longer tight, the extra fourth sharp do note remained on it. This was the original consonant D minor chord.
, and has always maintained a violent and rough sound effect.
"Anyway, it's not a bad thing if it runs away." Fan Ning said, "At least it won't interfere with my purpose. I don't care about the 'Gate of Seven Lights'."
"Is this what you said is an item that is important to you?" Sheeran picked up Fanning's black phone and turned it over curiously, looking at it. "Is this made of painted plastic or rubber on the outside? In such a small volume
It’s quite heavy, there should be steel inside, and a glass plate, and there are several small glass discs on the back.”
"It is not considered a rare material or extraordinary item. The level of fine workmanship should be the most advanced industrial level in the empire, but the shape has never been seen before."
Sheeran did not ask about the origin other than expressing her thoughts, because Fan Ning said that he might explain it to her later, and also emphasized the special commemorative significance. She believed that this should be an item related to Fan Ning's family accident a few years ago.
Fan Ning took the phone, habitually squeezed the screen button with his thumb, and then put it back in his pocket.
Theoretically speaking, if a suitable hand-operated generator can be made, the possibility of successfully charging it is very high. In this world where the industrial level is close to the end of the Victorian era, it is not difficult to achieve this.
Of course, this rough method will greatly damage the battery life. Regardless of whether it can be fully charged to the maximum capacity, I am afraid that the battery will be completely scrapped after two or three flushes.
This takes some time to customize and debug. When Fan Ning has more energy, he may try to use this method to recharge his batteries and turn on his phone for a short time.
"Qiong isn't here?" After these thoughts flashed through, Fan Ning raised his head and asked.
"She may not have any rest tonight." Sheeran stepped on the bed and placed the soft pillow on the head of the bed. "I'm afraid there is still a whole day before the shift break. All members of the Bologna School in the imperial capital have been scheduled.
Participated in investigations of contaminated residents or raids on covert organizations.”
"She rests with Senior Sister Roy at the Tulip Hotel at the Royal Conservatory of Music, but the place where you can find her now is theoretically at a hidden danger inspection site in a factory, or patrolling and observing in a dense residential area.
point."
"Qiong's weekly salary of seven or eight pounds is suddenly uncomfortable." Fan Ning habitually took out the mobile phone in his pocket and put it back again and again. "Given her temperament, I guess she won't be very happy."
"With her temperament, she might be slacking off at some late-night restaurant," Sheeran continued. "Anyway, the specific dirty work is done by the General Police and Security Bureau. And they have a daily working budget of up to 30 pounds recently, so there is no need to
Reimbursement, and any excess is considered as a subsidy. As a girl who is not in her second year of college, her income level may put the middle-class employee elites of Santa Ramburg to shame."
"This job seems easy, but in fact it is quite dangerous." Fan Ning shook his head helplessly. Although the number of mysterious incidents investigated by the Guidance School has also increased, fortunately it has not reached the level where such full coordination is needed.
Now that the students have safely returned to Uvranser, their performance mission has been completed perfectly, and they have also received the nomination title of "Boethius Artist". Maybe they can accompany Joan to investigate next, and in a safer place
At the same time, you can also find opportunities to kill the few remaining people in the underground party.
In this way, I completely avenged Teacher Anton, Dean Gould and the deceased in the graduation concert incident, and fulfilled my official responsibility within my own ability. I can register the symphony orchestra and accept the Turner Art without any guilt.
Hall, develop the music career, as for the disputes over the remains of the God of Origin that have nothing to do with you, let them fight openly and secretly.
"Caron, are you feeling a lot more relaxed now?" Sheeran once again keenly captured his emotions.
Fan Ning said "hmm", and the faint haze about potential pollution risks was temporarily forgotten by him.
"I'm going to book a room too. It's getting late. Let's rest first."
"Wait a minute." A smile appeared on the girl's cheek. She lifted the thin blanket, climbed to the bedside table, and took out a document-like thing, "Sir Viadrin told me to ask you to go there when you come back in the middle of the night.
Find him in the building, and then you can take a look at this first."
"Go over now! What is this?" Fan Ning took the document in confusion.
"Substance name: re, fa, la, #do (four notes)"
Some unrelated scenes were inexplicably put together in front of his eyes, and Fan Ning shook his head hard.
"Are you tired?" Sheeran gave a concerned look, "With high tension and running back and forth, maybe you can take a nap before going out. Sir Viadrin wants you to come over when you come back, but it's not specific.
It’s time, so there shouldn’t be a rush.”
"It doesn't matter." Fan Ning closed his eyes and opened them again.
"All seminar groups of the Federation, all county branches, all city colleges and other affiliated schools or affiliated institutions:
Carolyn Van Ning, a member of the School, is hereby appointed to the position of President of the Ufranser Chapter;
Lee Viadlin, a member of the school, no longer serves as the president of the Uvranser branch, and his position is appointed as the mentor of the school."
The date of signing is today, and the unit is directly the Guidance School. It is shown below that three other extraordinary organizations and the Tioline Police Security Bureau were copied.
"Caron, you've been promoted again." The girl leaning on the bed smiled and said, "It's been less than a year since you joined the association, and it's the same as the graduation ceremony, and you've skipped a grade. There's another kind of relationship between us.
, I just didn’t expect you to be my boss this time.”
"For example, which ones were there before?" Fan Ning deliberately joked.
"Partner for commercial performance." Sheeran glanced at him angrily and got into the thin blanket, "Good night, help me turn off the lights."
After closing the hotel room door, Fan Ning walked lightly through the corridor.
It should be that after the new appointment documents are issued, the relevant procedures and the appointment of the heads of each county branch have been decided at the headquarters level.
The distance from here to the old library building of Santa Ramburg City College was only more than a hundred meters. As he approached the wide steps of the main entrance, Fan Ning's spiritual sense felt the gaze penetrating down from the heights of the night.
He raised his hand and waved, and the rustling sound of soil and grass roots came again from more than 20 meters away.
The next moment, he stepped onto the steel rainwater filter and flew upward in the night wind.
"Perhaps I can look for something commonly used next time to complete this kind of convenient and practical volley movement. Otherwise, it is not an option to always have to deal with public drainage facilities." The black coat made a sniffing sound, Fan Ning thought in his heart.
.
Moreover, after his spirituality became more stable after being promoted to a high level, he felt that the scope of the invisible power of this "key" phase could be commanded further than at first.
Then, he stepped directly in through the window on the seventh floor of the old library.
"Caron, the intensity of your inspiration seems to be higher than I expected." Viadlin's rich voice sounded.
"President, what's the matter?" Fan Ning still prefers to call him his old position, because compared to the "inspector" of the Special Inspection Office, the "bishop" or "archbishop" of the church, and the "mentor" of the top leaders of the school.
It always made him feel a little strange.
To be continued...