Chapter 734 Dawn?
Pogleridge's question was very light.
Just like when it comes to erasing an ant's life, can it be pinched or stepped on.
"Ha ha ha ha."
The edge of the sharp bow tie was pressed against his throat and suppressed by the divine principles of "Jin". The uncontrollable physiological fear made Fanning sweat on the back of his spine, but he could still make himself laugh.
"I find you still have concerns, and there are still some. In order to prevent this control game from collapsing one day, even the director's own moral standards and openness of behavior are all the same."
"It is indeed harder to persuade the wrong path of thought than to make mistakes." But Pogleridge spoke calmly and looked far away.
"You must know that dying according to organizational arrangements is still a kind of protection for the artist's reputation or the people who receive this message."
"And the people need this protection more, just as every guide who is a wise man has protected him from unnecessary dangerous knowledge, and the truth is similar."
The sharp edge of the bow tie is infinitely close to Fanning's skin, and even the cortex on the surface of the Adam's apple.
"Hahaha, but I'm sorry." A slight sense of hotness came, and the threat of death was close to him. Fanning was still laughing. "I am a person, first of all, have high requirements for music creation, and then, the authenticity of things like 'the cause of death of my future' is also quite high."
"Because they have a very important issue, involving 'free will'."
Fanning said in a slow tone: "It was about four or five months ago that I issued a 'non-suicide statement', which is temporarily unpublished. Literally, I set a secret mystery delay trigger for it. Every night I dream, I will continue it for a day."
Fan Ning, who was pressed against the Adam's apple by the knife, couldn't bow his head, so he took out the pocket watch and lifted it in front of him: "Well, so it's about seven or eight o'clock later. In the morning, any theater chains around the world with 'music radio' will bring you a performance of lights and fireworks."
"This means that I didn't continue it the night before. Then, I will share with you some of the experiences I had missing in the past few years. Guess what are the things that your hall would expect? Also, I will also make a possible analysis of the cause of my death. No matter what, haha, there are absolutely no low-level rhetorics such as 'suicide' in it."
"The meaning is limited." Bogleridge shook his head at the end, "rather than brewing these 'backhands', you should focus on 'how to kill the special patrol'. The problem of these people in the school and the church is that they have too many scheming and too deep layout, and they lose the purity of struggle and rebellion."
"I think I'll 'kill' you now and settle all the accounts of the past few years in one go." Fanning said bluntly and nodded, "But they can't do it yet. It's really hard for me to cross-border rectification of the mysterious side when I play music."
"So, why don't you choose to advance faster?" The oil layer and the knife light of electric current flashed from Pogleridge's eyes.
"Faster promotion? I don't quite understand what you mean."
"You understand very well."
"Ha? I've been as fast as possible, but it's still not worth mentioning by your standards." Fanning wanted to shrugge, but she really couldn't make such a move.
Pogleridge smiled faintly and said, "The secret realm of Vincent's hiding the 'old' wreckage is difficult to define as pollution. The special third state is a certain climbing system that has been secretly tampered with."
The keywords hit one after another shocked Fanning, and the other party's next question was asked.
"You avoided the organization's 'Phantom Man's Secret Art' key control, and at the age of 26, you could have been higher. If you reach the sixth level of the order, and you have begun to approach the 'Torch Palmist', you may have competed with the organization head-on."
"But you didn't choose to continue, why?"
Why?.
Fanning's pupils contracted slightly.
I saw Pogleridge's fingertips slowly passing through the unstable storm patterns of the sheath of the "Blade" wreckage: "Or, since the first door, you have never chosen to use the "old" wreckage. What you are on is the same "pioneer's road"?"
"Or, you're doubting that something wrong with the keys that have been tampered with in the past?"
“Or, both?”
Fanning's heart was beating wildly!
Pogleridge knew everything!
Although he did not 100% tell all the details of his core secrets, he actually knew all the directions and possibilities!?
It is also not ruled out that it is fraud and temptation based on conjecture!?
"The wreckage of the Artifact Source God has high risk pollution, which is almost an open secret among the top leaders of the mysterious world today. Although I use the wreckage of the old days to assist in the study, I will not be stupid enough to use it to perform a core ritual like the door-walking."
Fanning repeatedly made himself calm and did not comment on this point, but other aspects were mentioned in a brief manner.
"The wreckage of the 'old days' is in your hands, so what about the 'hidden lamp' and 'fountain in the painting'?" Pogleridge asked again.
"The repetitive questions of the interview are buried in the abnormal area." Fanning said, "Is your hall going to hurry to find them to retrieve them at the critical moment of these seven days?"
"You are right, you need to keep it for more than ten days." Pogleridge responded calmly.
"All tasks, plans, and organizational decisions are evaluated from the objective situation. This point is also repeatedly taught when you show the wreckage when you first interviewed, and you don't need to be too impatient. It also takes some means and time to analyze the coordinates of the secret realm where you hide the 'old days' wreckage."
"So, now, keep going."
The bow tie on Fanning's tuxedo restores its original elegant look and soft texture.
Bogleridge in front of him moved his steps and stopped talking.
Analysis!? The Special Inspection Hall also wants to invade Qiming Church? Fan Ning was thinking quickly in his heart.
From their ambitions, this is not too surprising, but what about the purpose? The purpose is just to think of removing the "old" wreckage from me? Or are they also coveting the secret of "Fuguetless" Bach?
This distinction between motivation is very important.
If it were just the former, Fanning would not have refused to cooperate with the wreckage of the Artifact Source God. However, if there were factors in the latter, the involvement and interests would not be that simple. I am afraid that he would not be able to be at peace if he was willing to compromise and cooperate for a while.
After thinking about it, I felt a little unsure after all.
The reason why the Moving Secret Realm can be called a "secret realm" is that it wants to reach its "path to return to the dream", which can only rely on one-way teaching or unreproducible invitation. If a person who masters the experience of secrets is unwilling to draw a signpost. In theory, no one can find its location.
So what kind of violent attempts can the "analysis" mastered by the Special Inspection Department be? Or is it an abnormal and taboo method?
In the dark night, the two of them were so silent, one after another, walking in the deserts of sparsely populated areas of the village.
The bow tie is no longer as sharp as a knife, but a sense of clamping that cannot be struggled always acts on Fanning.
It was obvious that Bogleridge was in front of him, but Fanning felt something like a clamp that strangled the back of his neck.
Fanning could even specifically feel the threat from the depression of the third joint downward of the cervical vertebrae, as if the other party could crush his entire spine with force at any time!
This silence continued until Fanning's boots rolled over a small piece of gravel.
"Hmm?" Pogleridge suddenly stood still.
As he looked up, the dead woods in the distance rustled, and the moonlight appeared turbid mercury silver, soaking the collapsed mill metal skeleton into sharp white bones.
Fanning also looked up.
The horizon cracked.
The white fish appeared from the distant sky. Fanning saw that the mountain was lit, and there were vaguely visible tombstones and graves.
There should be a cemetery in the deserted village in front of it.
At this moment, the light gushed out from behind the cemetery.
"Dawn?" Fanning subconsciously spitted out the word.
In general, there seems to be no scene that is too strange, it is just sunrise.
But Fanning immediately realized something was wrong.
When I walked out of the Bayreuth Theater just now, the bell rang only at three o'clock in the morning.
And the time spent on the way should not be even an hour!
Chapter completed!