The signboards extending from the shops on both sides of the street lit up with warm light.
Fan Ning's expression remained normal, and he walked slowly and unhurriedly towards the west, stopping at a certain store from time to time to look at the products in the display window.
But he was thinking rapidly in his mind.
"Who is following me?"
Judging from the information currently known, the biggest possibilities are two parties: the mysterious force behind the school's serial death case, or the Special Investigation Agency.
"If it comes from a mysterious force, what is his purpose? Where is the bottom line? What if it is from the Special Patrol Office?"
The previous force should not be able to cause trouble openly.
It may not be safe if you go home by yourself, but in a public place, as long as it is not too late, it should be safe.
What if it's the Special Patrol Office?
Logically speaking, I was not afraid of them.
In other words, I'm not very afraid. Although the secret of my time travel has a certain risk of being discovered by their "knowledgeable people" who have extraordinary power... But on the other hand, how can I say that I am a victim, and the inexplicable shadow in my heart is still there, and their
Intervening is not a bad thing for yourself.
But after I went to the art museum and learned some information, the situation now became a bit more subtle.
Fan Ning's father's work files came to mind.
There is also the symbolic papyrus in the inner pocket of his windbreaker that has an unknown purpose.
Although I still don’t know the rules, stance and style of the Special Patrol Bureau, at least they investigate mysterious incidents and seize prohibited items, right?
Does this thing in your pocket count?
As an official agency of the imperial authority, they don't know whether to investigate evidence or the law?
"I'm just a student, and I really don't have the ability to resist being involved in this kind of thing."
Fan Ning suddenly felt a little eager to become a "knowledgeable person".
"It's better not to go home just yet." He did not choose to turn into the alley connecting Litchi Street and Lenvan Avenue, but continued forward.
"Would it be useful if I took a cab and took a detour?"
"Or sit at school?"
"no"
Thinking of the confined space of the taxi, Fan Ning felt even more dangerous.
As for the campus? If it is very safe, how did the first few people die?
Fan Ning's pace slowed down a bit, but he still almost reached the crossroads.
How to do how to do
He stood at the intersection and pretended to wait for the bus, but he was still helpless.
That feeling of being spied on, like a thorn in the back, is always there.
"Sir, do you need to stay in a hotel tonight?" A young man wearing a short jacket was soliciting customers for his tavern.
"No, thank you." Fan Ning refused with a smile, and then looked at the road sign decorated with wrought tin hollow patterns.
The straight east-west direction is Litchi Street, and the turning north-south direction is Kesston Street.
"Kedston Street?"
Fan Ning frowned slightly.
"Yes, the letter Mr. Anton gave me is to ask me to visit Sir Viadrin at No. 43 Keziton Street, East Mecklen District."
Because the letter stated that Sir Viadrin was away and it would be safer for him to go in December, he did not keep this matter at the forefront of his thinking.
"Is it useful if I go there now?"
Fan Ning's expression was a little uncertain.
Although I trust the person recommended by Teacher Anton very much, today is only November 24th, so this person may not be back now.
And I went to him to learn piano.
If a conflict really breaks out, can the piano be used to hit people?
But I really have no choice now. Is this the only "tip" that Teacher Anton has left for me?
Many thoughts flashed through him. After making a decision, Fan Ning no longer hesitated and turned right!
The flow of people here is much less.
Walk south along Ketzton Street for a while and come to the next big intersection.
If you turn left here, you will find Lunwan Avenue, and you can walk to your residence not far away.
But Fan Ning chose to move on!
No. 40, No. 41, No. 42…
43 Ketzton Street!
At the corner of the street, Fan Ning saw two potted pomegranate trees at the door, a small transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, tables, chairs and decorations mainly in lavender and red, and a few scattered customers approaching the dining area.
end…
Is there any mistake, this is a small restaurant?
Fan Ning's eyes were a little confused, not knowing whether he should go in or not.
He looked around and found nothing. However, when he raised his head, he saw an extremely ugly plaque on the second floor. The fonts, colors, and layout style on it could drive a designer crazy:
[Woodpecker Consulting Office]
Well, as the address recommended by Teacher Anton, this name should sound more reliable than the hotel, at least closer to my expectations.
But Fan Ning walked around the street corner and couldn't find where to get to the Woodpecker Consulting Office.
The uneasy feeling of spying behind him became stronger and stronger, and Fan Ning even felt that the person in the dark was about to pounce on him.
He looked at the entrance of the hotel, gritted his teeth, and stepped on the luxurious carpet laid out at the door.
The warm air soaked into the whole body, and the chill of late autumn was driven away without a trace.
Along with it comes an extremely attractive food aroma, similar to the aroma of meat cooked with special spices, the fragrance of fruits and vegetables mixed with the sweet aroma of pastries.
Inevitably, he had an unbearable appetite. He felt as if his entire stomach had been emptied. He was so hungry that his eyes were filled with stars, his legs and feet were so weak that he could eat a whole cow.
"Sorry sir, we have just closed." A young waitress wearing a light-colored waist skirt said.
"Oh..." Fan Ning responded while looking inside as much as possible. He saw a young man at the cashier desk looking down at a thick book. There was also a man in a chef's uniform who was leaving behind to clear the plates.
The back view, and there is only this waitress.
"Um, no, are you that woodpecker or something?" Fan Ning choked on his saliva and spoke with a guilty conscience.
The young man at the cashier raised his head, put on the black-rimmed glasses he had on hand, and looked at Fan Ning: "Our office is closed at the same time. Sir, please come tomorrow."
"Um, I'm looking for Sir Viadrin. I'm Carolyn Fan Ning, a student of Professor Anton Conor." Fan Ning wondered why his expressive ability suddenly became less smooth.
Is it because I haven’t eaten much all day and now I’m starving?
"That student from Anton?" A loud voice floated from somewhere high up.
At this moment, Fan Ning suddenly felt that the uneasiness that was like a ray of light on his back receded.
Not far from the door, in a place that I had not noticed before, a curtain with a fabric similar in color to the environment was opened, revealing the stairs leading to the second floor.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray crop top and white canvas pants walked down.
"President." The two people next to him greeted.
His facial features are sharp and angular, his skin is dark, he is tall and almost bald, his limbs are as stable as cables, and his eyes are as sharp as knives.
Fan Ning even felt that this was not the temperament he expected of a pianist.
Of course, he still greeted politely: "Hello, are you Sir Viadrin?"
The bald man looked at Fan Ning critically, making him feel a little panicked.
After a long time, the bald man said, "Have you eaten?"
"???Huh?" Fan Ning suspected that he heard wrongly.
"Let me ask you, have you eaten?" the man's voice became louder.