After Fan Ning finished his answer, the other party was silent for about five seconds.
He heard the rustle of writing mixed with the background noise on the other end of the phone.
"I'm glad you got out safely." It seemed that the quick recording was over, and Anna asked again, "Is the door open?"
...No, the red pipe is not in my hand? Fan Ning suddenly reacted.
The ritual vessel evaporated along with Vasius, and the only thing he got was this inexplicable hat. Even the pocket watch ritual vessel in his hand was a fake created with the image of Vasius.
"It's open," he replied, "...but something happened."
"Accident?"
"All in all, it's a bit hard to understand. In the end, I couldn't bring the ritual vessel containing the 'Illusion Man' out of that wrong time and space, but I'm sure that the gnosis in the 'Aluminum Gate' should have been successfully contained by the 'Illusion Man'."
Fan Ning said after careful consideration.
There was another slight rustling sound of writing. Just when Fan Ning felt a little unsure, Anna on the other end of the phone spoke again:
"These two doors are each other's 'that door' and 'this door'. It is true that some unpredictable special circumstances may occur. I will truthfully report to Mr. Salman... It is a good thing to escape unscathed. Maybe we have to wait until they are all opened."
Only then will the secret realm return to its original normal state.”
…Two doors? They serve each other? The secret realm returns to its normal state?
This round of conversation allowed Fan Ning to hear a lot of information.
Could the other door refer to the 'Gate of Broken Keys' for which Joan also holds the key? No, no... maybe it's the 'Gate of Seven Lights'... Well, it's most likely the 'Gate of Seven Lights'!
The internal intelligence of the Special Inspection Office is indeed crucial, and now all of Fan Ning's previous guesses are connected.
The Anonymous God enshrined by the Transcendental Club, "Observation of Death" and "Flow", have a twin relationship. According to the teachings provided by Julius, "...the twin rituals travel throughout the world. Even if the disqualification is no longer there, the true knowledge remains.
"Flowing...", this twin relationship may be due to certain processes in the secret history, which affected the "Hidden Lamp" and "Fountain in the Painting", the masters of the source witness who are also in charge of "Desolation" and "Cocoon".
The "Gate of Seven Lights" may be located under the secret door of the Turner Art Museum and is related to the "Fountain in the Painting".
The "Lightless Door" is located on the top floor of the Watznai Town Art Museum and is related to the "hidden light".
So, the architectural patterns located in the secret areas of these two art museums are exactly the same? Just one is colorful and the other is colorless?
Behind the secret door, there are the ruins of the "Great Palace School" floating in the black mist. It is likely that both doors need to be opened before the real entrance to the secret realm of the Tulungarian Dynasty can appear.
They are most likely looking for this place.
"Mr. Vasius, congratulations on completing the task of opening one of the doors." Anna's voice interrupted Fan Ning's thoughts.
It seems that the purpose of the Special Inspection Office's opening of the "Lightless Door" is not just to contain gnosis.
This thought flashed through Fan Ning's mind, and then he calmly responded: "It's within the responsibilities."
"What's going on with Carolne Van Nin?" Anna asked the next question.
Her question was too open-ended and did not point to anything. It was probably not doubtful or directed at herself, but a conversation between two people who understood the context by default could easily be like this.
However, Fan Ning still answered around the most likely thing.
"He put a lot of effort into studying the fragments of the music series." From the tone of "Vasius", you can imagine his smiling expression, "but all his energy was spent on using materials to compose music.
, such as the "Violin Concerto in E minor" that he will premiere next."
"So you found the location of the Lightless Door on your own, right?"
"That's basically it."
"Information about the 'Gate of Seven Lights' and the secrets of the Turner Art Museum, but there is still no harvest related to him?"
"...No." Fan Ning replied, "Tell Mr. Salman that I will stay in Santa Ramburg for a while, and at the very least I will accompany Fan Ning to finish his performance at the Summer Art Festival to see if I can investigate.
Any valuable information."
"I will tell you as soon as possible." Anna on the other end of the phone smiled sweetly again, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Vasius."
"Within duty." was the same calm response.
After hanging up the phone, Fan Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although people's mental state is extremely tense, overall there are no surprises
This role-playing job is not easy to do. Although even the aura of the spirit body is exactly the same, I don't know Vasius' extraordinary ability, and the information in my memory is too different for a complete stranger. Fortunately,
Vasius's special investigation responsibility was originally his own.
But the harvest is huge, and there are still a lot of potential profit points. The internal information of the Special Patrol Office that is extremely difficult to obtain on ordinary days can easily be poured out like boiled water by the other party in these contexts.
The Special Inspection Office has a much clearer grasp of the key points of its investigation than before.
As long as you can stabilize the first few exchanges and fill in more and more information, it will become smoother and smoother in the future.
It was not a good place to stay for a long time. After Fan Ning closed the door, he played with his pocket watch in his hand and walked out at a medium speed with a paralyzed expression on his face.
After walking through the corridor and arriving at the lobby, several of the policemen guarding the outer door smiled at me in a way that meant they were greeting each other.
Their eyes met, and Vasius let out a faint "hmm" in his nostrils. Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, a white glove patted his shoulder.
"Ufranser 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 retract his steps and turn around.
He saw a man wearing a bowler hat and holding a shining silver cane. He was tall, with pale skin. The lines and corners of his forehead, cheeks and chin were as stiff as a rectangle, and the hand holding the cane was very 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 maintain this expression 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 Department can be called "inspector chiefs."
This means that He Meng in front of him is a profound person!
This "Vasius" himself 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 had accidentally helped him out of the siege. As a high-level executive of Suixiuse, it was reasonable for He Meng to know whether he knew Vasius, but it was really strange that Vasius did not 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 discovered 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, and he might have been asked to provide some information about "Carolne Van Ning" by the way.
Survey information plays a supplementary role.
I don’t know much about anything else, but I know quite a bit 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 colleagues, just follow your character. Even if another new person comes to the meeting, others will call him by his name.
Although this matter was unexpectedly unlucky, Fan Ning still felt somewhat 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 someone would be able to pull his hat off, right?
"Today's two matters require some additional investigative information from Uflanser." He Meng in front continued to speak sadly, "So since you happen to be here, we won't contact you separately, and we will start the process together.
I’ll leave again 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 IDs. Who knows what level of strength he has reached.
"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 was really fucking unexpected. Fan Ning said "thank you" bravely.
I saw a smile on "Vasius"'s gloomy face. This should be the most excited expression on his face: "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 that had penetrated his trousers and cuffs had made him feel cold with cold sweat.
Faced with the leader of the world's most powerful extraordinary organization, his next preparations will all be blocked by this shabby hat on his head?
When looking at the building of the Special Patrol Department headquarters, it looks similar to the branches I have visited before. The layout of large office buildings commonly used by the authorities in this era plus the interior and exterior decoration style of the Police Security Bureau is nothing more than a few more stairwells and corridors.
A lot more complicated.
However, the corridors on many floors are equipped with tightly guarded iron gates and guardrails, preventing people from entering these specific areas. At the end of the corridor, there seems to be something like a steam elevator running.
It took less than a minute for Fan Ning to go upstairs. Fan Ning felt that the day was like a year. After passing many people who looked like police officers and investigators, He Meng took him to a corridor on the fifth floor.
The protective device in front of him that resembles a cast-iron explosion-proof door has a cold texture. At first glance, it looks like it can't even be opened by military equipment. But this is not the point at all for Fan Ning. Even if it is a toy door, there is nothing he can do about it.
He slipped away from the eyes of a Insighter, not to mention that the director of the Special Inspection Department was waiting for him in the conference room.
He Meng put his hand on it for a moment, and a huge puff of water vapor came from inside the corridor. The entire door began to slowly swing forward. At that moment, Fan Ning felt the intensity of the four jets being no less than his own.
Fluctuations of inspiration.
Behind the door, there was a long mahogany table and four easy chairs. On the table were a coffee hand grinder and a jelly bean basin. Several gentlemen looked towards the two of them, holding pipes or pinchers in their hands.
Playing cards.
Different from the monotonous office style outside, the ground area behind the explosion-proof door turned out to be wooden floors and red carpets. The walls were covered with intricate embossed embossed paper. Thick velvet curtains were tied up with golden tassels. The outside was slightly wider.
In the lobby, there are water bars, sofas, pianos, billiard tables, chess and card tables and automatic gambling machines.
Looking at the oil paintings sparkling under the crystal chandelier, if it weren't for the fact that he was in a bad situation and his heart was beating a little fast, Fan Ning almost thought he was here to kill time in the club today.
In the midst of the smoke, He Meng waved his hand to signal the knowledgeable people on duty not to get up to say hello, and then took Fan Ning to the aisle behind the hall.
"I'll just leave later. I'll help myself after the meeting." He Meng stretched out his hand and turned the doorknob in front of him. After opening a small crack, he left Fan Ning behind and continued walking forward.
...What...what do you mean? Isn't it a short meeting?
Looking at He Meng's back, then looking at the corridor that looked like a luxury hotel and the ajar door in front of him, Fan Ning almost lost his mind.
Although he knew that he couldn't ask rashly, he really hoped that the Insightful One would not stay next to him all the time, so he just tried to say: "... Just leave later?"
"Or you can play cards with them."
He Meng pointed in the direction of the hall, and then locked himself into another room with a bang.
Fan Ning, whose heart had been hanging in his throat, seemed to feel slightly relieved after doing this.
He looked at the wooden texture of the door on the veneer and briefly thought about whether to leave here, but immediately gave up the idea.
Don't treat people as fools.
So Fan Ning gritted his teeth, opened the door and entered.