"Miss Purple Bean Cake?" Fan Ning looked at the small purple figure floating beside him in disbelief, "Didn't you say before..."
The figures of the two Insighters opposite were also suspended in the air.
"Although I don't know why you have friendship with the moving creatures, please understand the current situation. The only return passage is right in front of you, and it has been temporarily sealed by Mr. He Meng's 'Leaves of the Qingkou Tree'."
The gray-haired gentleman once again raised the strange dark yellow gun barrel: "What may disappoint you is that your so-called 'Purple Bean Cake Miss' only relied on her familiarity with the small town of Vatznai and took advantage of the poor information.
I just played some tricks in the dark before... In the final analysis, it's just close to my spiritual level of the first level of Xiaoxiao. If you want to deal with me and Mr. He Meng, I'm afraid it's still a little short..."
The purple figure made no reply.
"So, who are you to act like I owe you money when we first met?"
Fan Ning looked at the unfamiliar Seeker again: "You came from another passage to change your shift? My attack was clearly aimed at Norma Gunn, but why do you look deflated?... It seems that I was right.
You don’t have any impressions, and it’s obvious that you’ve never heard my concert before, so I’d better omit the title conductor.”
He talked in a casual manner, but actually he took a breather based on the situation and began to figure out the current situation.
Ever since he knew that Qiong had a lot of missing memories, he had a premonition that she had experienced some rare past. Now that she was judged by this person to be the first level of Xiaoxiao, what kind of changes had taken place was really surprising.
Puzzling.
However, the current strength of the Special Inspection Office still exceeds that of our side. The return passage has been controlled, the strange leaf has been prepared, and the core of the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting" is probably behind the stone door. Logically speaking, everything is ready.
But they have been slow to take action...
He had to drag himself over, and then repeatedly emphasized the situation here and declared deterrence.
The most intuitive reason may be that they are afraid of the "Split Chrysalis" behind the door? But what does this have to do with themselves? I don't even know what Salman said about "cooperating to suppress the activity of the remains of the fountain in the painting".
mean.
"Owen Davis."
When asked about Fan Ning's whereabouts, the gray-haired gentleman said his name indifferently: "Colin Davis, the leader of the exploration team of the B-105 Abnormal Zone, is my father."
Among the current inspector generals of the Special Inspection Office, the one who has the deepest and most direct grudge against Vincent is definitely not Owen Davis, the son of Colin Davis, the leader of the investigation team at that time.
His narrative is simpler than that of He Meng, omitting many sensitive details, but overall it is complete.
"Back then, Vincent deviated from the target and left the team without authorization, causing heavy losses to the team members and the organization. Now the Special Patrol Office will give you an opportunity to make meritorious service. After assisting in the completion of the containment work, tell us everything you know, and then tell us
The re-exploration team will take a trip.”
Fan Ning, who knew the general ins and outs for the first time, opened his eyes more and more as he listened. Finally, he shook his head and smiled:
"Everyone, there is a sentence on the official extraordinary organization membership application form. When I first stepped into the mysterious door, I took a look at it after filling it out. It left a deep impression on me. If you, the Special Patrol Office, wrote it yourself, you also have it.
Impression?"
The five people across from him looked at him in surprise, not knowing what it had to do with the matter he mentioned.
"Relative to the red line, absolute freedom, explore everything, pay for your own risks." Fan Ning slowly spit out these four phrases.
"The term abnormal zone represents the highest level of risk on the mysterious side, and the risk does not include the harsh external environment. The unknown contamination of teammates is also a completely uncontrollable factor. This is common sense. Furthermore, what is contamination?
The meaning, how strange it is, how unconscious it is and how difficult it is to control, there is no need for me, a small ninth-level knowledgeable person, to explain or emphasize it to you two knowledgeable people, right?"
"Your father, Captain Colin, passed away a few years later due to being 'lost'. I am very sorry, and the level of regret is greater than that of my father, because Mr. Vincent's ending as deputy captain was also a matter of unknown life and death.
Most likely it was due to 'lostness', but counting from the time he left the abnormal zone, he has indeed lived a lot longer than your father. This is a so-called quantitative difference rather than a qualitative difference..."
"At that time, the investigation team had gone deep into the abnormal zone, and everyone was in a state of confusion. You said that Vincent was even more abnormal. I have no proof after more than 20 years. I believe in the credibility of your inspector general, but since the reason for the big fight
It's the so-called 'disagreement'. Who can tell clearly who saw, who thought, and who remembered what is right in that kind of ghost place? Can Mr. He Meng make it clear? Besides, whether he can explain it clearly or not,
It is a fact that the three people were not immediately killed or seriously injured, and the direct consequences of liability no longer exist..."
"In the end, Captain Colin suffered from severe cognitive impairment after coming out one after another; Vice Captain He Meng lost his memory and suffered from stress trauma, and his strength also stagnated; Vice Captain Vincent said goodbye completely.
After entering the extraordinary world, he opened a third-rate folk art museum as if he had changed his personality, and then disappeared inexplicably, leaving me with such a mess... We are all prosperous inspectors, and we went to the abnormal area.
No one will be better off in the future, and now you-"
"You call the conflict and departure of your companions after they were contaminated a crime? The Special Patrol Office regards the contamination of your companions in the abnormal area as a crime that should be held accountable to relatives? Are your brains unable to distinguish right from wrong?...Okay,
Then let me help you figure it out. If the words "explore everything and pay for the risks yourself" printed on the official personnel application form are empty words, if it is "risks need to be paid by others", then it should also be "whoever organizes is responsible".
Now Vincent is also missing because he is 'lost'. Should I ask you for a compensation, or ask you for an inspector general in the future? Sounds ridiculous, right? So why don't you take a look for yourself?
What were you talking about before?"
Facing Owen Davis, whose face was getting more and more ugly, Fan Ning finally shook his head and smiled: "There are some things that are useless to say, but I still want to make it clear. I have known who you people are since the graduation concert incident."
Now you are sitting in the authority's seat. Since you have the ambition to collect the remains of the God of Origin and delve into the secrets of the Abnormal Zone, isn't it just a matter of direct force and coercion to "cooperate according to regulations"? Why do you have to start an army?
The look of asking for guilt?"
"Get under control." Owen squeezed out a few words through his teeth. The strange-shaped barrel of the gun was raised again, and the cyclone began to gather around Fan Ning.
He Meng waved his cane, and the illusory steps with smooth tentacles opened up from behind Fan Ning. Several investigators also instantly held various curse seals and rushed forward in a few quick steps.
The moment Owen pressed the trigger, Joan's purple figure grabbed Fan Ning's arm, swung open the door on the illusory steps created by He Meng, and quickly exited the restaurant.
All the invisible meteorite bullets shot out of the whirlwind were in vain.
The three investigators were stunned.
"What speed is this? She wasn't that fast just now?" Owen, who was floating in the air, urged his body to catch up, but the figures of the other two had quickly reached the door of the second restaurant.
Without considering any additional factors, the basic shuttle speed of the Knower in the migration is close to the speed of people sprinting for 100 meters in the waking world. Of course, the size of the space in the migration is difficult to define.
It's just a bystander's opinion.
This speed can be maintained for a long time, and in addition to flying in the air, the maneuverability is naturally far beyond that of a knowledgeable person who can only basically rely on walking. If you also consider the secret technique or auxiliary means that have a bonus effect, it will naturally be even more amazing.
Farewell.
The current flying speed of "Miss Purple Bean Cake", when dragging a spirit body, has far surpassed Norma Gunn, who is known for her assassin abilities!
When Owen himself chased him to the end of the second restaurant, he gave up decisively and turned back to drift away.
"Save your strength, the return passage is in our hands, and the landing point outside is also ours."
He Meng also held a stick of "cocoon" phase-changing paint in his hand. He was still floating calmly in his original position, and began to direct several investigators to follow the lines of the strange leaves and copy them on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind him.
The invisible well outside was gradually pulled upright and pressed against the glass.
"What if this person gets involved with us?"
Owen looked uneasily at the small attic door that was constantly leaking green liquid.
"Consumption?" He Meng smiled calmly when he heard this, "Suppressing the pollution activity of the 'Fountain in the Painting' and cutting off the nutrient supply of the 'Split Chrysalis' are the same thing, and indeed they both require the help of him and
The connection with the mysterious painting... But who do you think can afford it more? When the flesh and blood accretion process of the 'Split Chrysalis' has passed the turning point, from the moving secret realm, to the underground building, to the secret door and deep well... the first one is among them.
It’s the entire Turner Hall, his fans, VIPs, musicians and staff, none of them can escape!”
To be honest, He Meng never thought that such a terrifying thing would be parasitic in the ruins of the "Grand Palace School" until he discovered the ritual site of the Immortal Esoteric Cult. I am afraid that even Vincent originally claimed that the "Fountain in the Painting"
I never thought of it when I came up with the idea.
"Even if he doesn't care about going back, even if he doesn't cooperate with the containment work, he doesn't dare to let the situation continue to deteriorate. Just wait, he will eventually come back after sightseeing. As long as the 'Fountain in the Painting' shrinks,
The secret ritual of the 'Leaves of the Qingkou Tree' will naturally draw Him into the altar..."
…
The purple figure shuttled Fan Ning all the way, flying from one restaurant corridor to another.
The part where I hold my sleeve feels cold and unreal, more like an invisible force.
"Qiong, is it really you?" Fan Ning was still looking at the small female figure with purple fluorescent lines in surprise.
"Have you ever performed 'Sicilian Dances' with anyone else?" He asked concisely.
"Okay, why is this floor so big..." Fan Ning was full of questions, but the changing scene in front of him still made him vomit this sentence first.
"It has been replicated and proliferated." Qiong's voice always mixed familiarity and strangeness, "If you have been too close to the 'Crack Chrysalis' for a long time and been infected by high-concentration knowledge, a series of proliferation and division processes will occur involuntarily, no matter what
All living and dead things will regenerate and become a part of Him... This should have been originally a small banquet hall, but the space inside has been squeezed and stacked with hundreds of rooms, including the doors, dining tables, and dinner plates.
Proliferation..."
"The reason why you asked me for leave last night was related to this matter?"
"It's partly related."
"I remember you clearly told me the year before last - Hey, be careful!?" Fan Ning was just about to return to his original question when a sudden feeling of his body falling suddenly made him exclaim.
Qiong suddenly tilted her head and staggered. The two people in flight turned into a pair of flat throws and directly hit the long dining table, knocking over nearby candlesticks and tableware, causing a crackling sound.
"Are you okay?" Fan Ning quickly got up from the table.
Fortunately, nearly a hundred rooms had passed from the attic area, and they did not continue the chase.
The purple fluorescent lines were fading, so he saw familiar faces and figures. The girl had her eyes closed, her brows were furrowed, her body always had a translucent texture, and she was still holding the small box tightly in her hand.
She seems to have always been in a bad state.
When the light faded to a certain extent, Fan Ning noticed that his body was covered with thick paint. Not only the white dress and cheeks, but also the two exposed calves were covered with colorful stains.
"Qiong? Qiong?..." Fan Ning tried to search for her while calling her name, but he found a shining silver flute tied around her waist, but other than that, he couldn't find anything that could clarify the situation.
The familiarity in the breath component was fading, and a certain uneasy impression became stronger and stronger. Fan Ning seemed to have captured something dangerous that he had already encountered before.
Just when he decided to be prepared for unknown accidents and picked up the small box first, the girl finally spoke very weakly but anxiously: "Caron, don't touch it, give it back to me, and then help me sit up."
As she spoke out, the purple fluorescence on her body rebounded slightly, and the traces of paint seemed to fade temporarily.
Seeing that Qiong finally reacted, Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, put the small wooden box into her hand again, then held her shoulders and made her sit on the dining table.
The touch also seems to be temporarily less cold and more solid warmth.
Qiong still had her eyes closed, and her chest was heaving.
"Miss Crimson'er is competing with me for control of a 'Pleroma Fruit'." She explained her situation concisely.
"Miss Crimson? The 'Miss Crimson' that "Painful Room" became? The fruit of Pleroma?" Although Fan Ning didn't understand it clearly, those keywords still made him nervous.
.
"Caron, it's too late to explain in detail now." Joan spoke quickly, "I will first teach you how to use the spiritual connection of the mysterious painting to contain the 'Fountain in the Painting'. Find my flute, oh you
You already have it, right? A basic recital session, right? You play the 'Sicilian Dance' once, I set the trigger to this song, and then you just pay attention and feel the spiritual revelation I took the opportunity to convey."
"Play? Me?..." Fan Ning raised his hand, brought it to his mouth, then hesitated and stopped, "Isn't this the flute you played?"
"Do you dislike me?"
"No, no, you said the opposite. I thought you might have to be prepared to wash your ears, and by the way, wash your flute too..."