After hearing these words, the man in gray clothes sat tired by the wall and wanted to stretch his hands on the ground to sit up a little straighter.
"Don't move, raise your hands." Fan Ning shouted coldly.
Looking at the black hole of the gun pointed at him, the man in gray slowly raised his hand.
"Sheeran, throw that dagger out of the window first." Fan Ning changed his voice to a softer one.
"Oh." The girl's voice was trembling.
"Be careful, go around from behind, yes, turn around, don't be in the straight line connecting the dagger and this guy." Fan Ning still stared at the man in gray with his gun, reminding him with his peripheral vision.
At present, it seems that this knowledgeable person can hide and shuttle in mirrors, can remotely control sharp blades, and has proficient skills in using firearms.
These abilities are weird and difficult to guard against, so you must carefully eliminate all risks.
"Smash that mirror even more."
Hiram did as he was told.
"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--" the ice layer on the mask of the man in gray has melted and dripped away from the exhaled water vapor, Fan Ning exchanged temperature with the ice on the roof again, and continued to restrict his sight by thickening it.
Even though his inspiration was almost exhausted, the back of his head was throbbing again and again.
The man's expression under the mask was filled with despair. This young man looked like a wise man, and his inspiration seemed to be stronger than his own. He also did things flawlessly, completely destroying all the conditions for his ability to be used, leaving no chance!
"Why can you control both flames and frost instantly? Are you at a higher level than me?" The man couldn't help but speak, his voice a little hoarse.
However, he obviously couldn't understand that Fan Ning's mysterious ability was actually "temperature exchange."
"I'm asking you a question." Fan Ning reiterated while holding the revolver, "Origin? Purpose?"
"What is the origin of so-called banned persons like us?" The man's tone was somewhat contemptuous and self-deprecating. "Informed people who work in the shadows exchange resources and hidden knowledge by accepting commissions in various underground gatherings.
, lingering in the risk of 'distortion' and 'lost'."
"Compared to the blissful ignorant, we are just a group of insects who have seen the cruel nature of the will of the world."
Those who violate the ban...Fan Ning heard a new term.
He naturally associated this word with the Special Patrol Office.
Is there anyone knowledgeable about the Special Inspection Office’s suppression and control of unofficial organizations?
Because their supernatural abilities can easily cause social unrest? Or are the secret organizations in the dark too rampant, posing a threat to the empire? Or are there certain execution conditions or effects of some secret rituals that are extremely evil?
Then the Special Inspectorate does not care about the knowledgeable people in churches and schools?
Fan Ning suppressed the questions in his mind without changing his expression and continued to ask: "So you have accepted some kind of commission, then what is your purpose? Is to kill us?"
The man in gray said: "Didn't you also accept the commission? The purpose is just the opposite."
Fan Ning stared at this person: "Let me ask you, why did you aim at a non-lethal place when you shot her? And then you shot me, aiming at my head?"
"Don't tell me that you are not a good marksman and just took aim at random."
"The content of the commission is to take her away?" Fan Ning's tone suddenly turned cold.
The man in gray clothes snorted: "You are quite careful in your observations."
"Who is the client? How
"If I tell you the truth, will you let me go?" The man in gray clothes was silent for a while, then he spoke tentatively.
"Depends on the value of your information." Fan Ning wiped away the blood from his nose with his other hand.
"That depends on whether you believe it or not." The man in gray replied.
"I'm not bargaining with you!!" Fan Ning raised his gun and his voice was extremely sharp.
He did not hide his anger and murderous intent at all.
"Okay." The man in gray sweat broke out in waves, "The initiator of the party is a woman named 'Sylvia'. Of course, this is a lie."
He quickly added: "I'm not lying to you, but this woman's claim is definitely false, and we don't know her background."
"How to attend the party?" Fan Ning asked again.
"She should have several layers of middlemen. Before the party, she will spread the time and place to uncertain channels in an uncertain form. If she knows it and is willing to come, she can go if she is knowledgeable. There are no other thresholds. The mobility of participants
It's very big, and the gathering time is generally not long, ranging from half an hour to an hour."
"The time and place of the gathering are uncertain. To obtain information, you need to be introduced through layers of referrals. Those intermediaries will also secretly inspect potential participants first. I will tell you the channel through which I obtained the information before. It is no harm or no use."
Then the man in gray calmly reported the address of a tavern located in the rural town of Uflansel.
So mysterious...
Is the gathering open? And secret?
I thought I could get some information directly related to the events I experienced.
Unexpectedly, the clues got longer and longer...
Fan Ning frowned deeply.
Continue to ask who is this middleman who informed the party?
It's meaningless, not even the name of the initiator "Sylvia" is meaningful, the only thing that has some value may be gender.
If Fan Ning discovers next time that even the distinction between men and women in this mysterious world is unreliable, he will not be surprised.
"When and where will the next party be?" At least this question has the most direct value.
"Thursday at eight o'clock in the evening, No. 225 Finlay Street, Pushor District, southwest corner of the second floor of the warehouse area." Due to the openness and fluidity of the party, the man in gray answered simply.
"If you complete the task, how do you deliver it?" Fan Ning tried to see if he could continue to dig out anything.
"Let me take you to a remote location and wait on my own."
Remote places...mostly they pointed them out randomly.
Is it necessary to ask for the address for follow-up investigation?
It is impossible for him to go on an adventure alone or with Sheeran.
Report it to the Guidance School? You will definitely be able to talk about this matter yourself.
But the place where this person's entrustment was delivered... Not to mention that there is no clear point of interest, the Guidance School will not take rash actions. Even if it goes to defend, the opponent's strength and purpose are completely unknown... He has not officially joined, and he will lead everyone to destroy him together?
The delivery location also means nothing to us.
"Okay." Fan Ning nodded and immediately pulled the revolver trigger.
"boom--"
The sound of the gunshot was mixed with Sheeran's another exclamation.
The bullet penetrated his head and blood spattered on the wall. The man tilted his head to the side, his body slid down, and he died silently.
"Caron? Did you really shoot? Did you really kill him?" Sheeran was too young after all, and her voice was shaking badly.
"I never thought about letting him live."
Fan Ning spoke in a calm voice, but he closed his eyes and squatted down, his esophagus twitching one after another.
"His value is over. Living for another second will be a long night of dreams. Keeping you safe is the purpose of my coming here tonight." Fan Ning buried his face in his knees and said.
More than 72 hours have passed since the time travel, and he has already taken away a person's life with his own hands, and he is still a knowledgeable person.
Fan Ning indeed had no intention of caring about the man in gray's emotions before his death, or how he felt after being shot in the head.
Behind Ning Bing's mask, his expression is fear? Regret? Relief?
Or does he hate Fan Ning for still shooting despite his cooperation? Or does he know that he is about to die and says all this just to win the one-in-a-million hope?
I didn’t see any of this anyway.
But the scene of flowers of blood and gray brains blooming on the wall kept replaying in my mind like an endless loop.
"Caron? Are you okay? Are you injured?" Sheeran ran over and helped Fanning up.
Fan Ning slowly shook his head.
He stood with his eyes closed for about half a minute, then opened them again and looked coldly at the man in gray clothes lying in a pool of blood.
If you haven’t decided to come here today;
If you are not promoted to a knowledgeable person at night;
If the gifts obtained in the migration are of no use in today's battle;
If there is no light shield that comes from "resonance, fluctuation, or reverberation";
If there is any delay or misjudgment in various details...
An opponent who doesn't say a word is too scary.
For those who are decisive in killing, there is only one who is more decisive in killing than him.
"So even if we do it again..."
"I'm still going to pull the trigger."
"I can't let him go."
Fan Ning began to recall the information she learned from him.
"Why take Hiran away?"
There is no way of knowing, the man in gray only knows what to do, not why.
"Thursday at eight o'clock? Warehouse District, 225 Finlay Street, Pushall?"
Why do you feel familiar to me?
Isn’t 226 Finlay Street the address of Prudence? Isn’t Thursday night the time for the auction?
The auction starts at 7pm and will definitely not end at 8pm.
The time is staggered by one hour? The address is separated by a number?
The audio fragments were obtained by Mr. Anton at the Prudence Auction House after being introduced by a man named Spencer Cecil.
Team leader Ram Cecil, who has the same surname, warned Sheeran during the daytime funeral.
After another conflict with him, he said that he would not interfere in the future.
These nodes are finally connected slowly...
Fanning would not be blinded by his position, he began to think from Cecil's perspective.
This Sheeran's cousin's performance is not completely brainless.
He was hostile to himself and had evil intentions towards Xilan, but the warning and protection could not be said to be false, they could only be used to coerce the little girl into submission.
Well, this kind of behavior is naturally disgusting.
But he obviously has other things that he considers more important, and he seems to have made some kind of choice.
Translation Translation, what does it mean to no longer "interfer"?
There is more than one force in the dark.
Today's matter is related to Cecil, but it may not be his side's doing, but "allowing" the other side's doings.
Fan Ning came up with such a guess from various clues.
"Caron, now...what should we do now?" Sheeran asked at a loss.
Fan Ning looked at the messy room, with glass and wood chips all over the carpet, furniture falling to the ground everywhere, large blood stains on the walls, the body of the man in gray...
Also, there were six intermittent gunshots... This area is a densely populated residential area for school professors.
"What else can be done?"
Could it be that he and the little girl could still clean up the scene, destroy the corpses, and silence the people around them who heard the gunshots?