Fan Ning suddenly looked around, his eyes lingering on each of these people longer and longer.
Although the sky outside the library window is gloomy, the lights in the room are bright enough to see the things around you clearly.
Everyone who picks up books from the bookshelf, places them, and reads them has music scores in their hands.
Everyone who types on the keyboard and clicks the mouse in front of the computer is also searching and scrolling between web pages with music score examples.
Several people standing in front of the information desk could vaguely tell from their low-pitched conversations that they were consulting on related matters.
"Looking for sheet music?"
Fan Ning stood up slowly and walked through these people.
He walked to the window, frowned as he stared at the heavily polluted sky, and then pulled up the half-covered roller blinds.
In the dark yellow and turbid smoke and void, there were actually densely packed curved moons suspended, and those cracked and uneven gaps were like eyeballs staring at oneself!
"Bang!!" "Crash——"
From behind, there was the sound of books hitting the floor and cups breaking.
Fan Ning's spiritual state seemed to be a little slow, and he was a little late-minded. Before he could feel his scalp numb at the strange scene in front of him, he turned around and was attracted by the sudden movement behind him.
"There is nothing, then why should I come to you?" A woman roared at the top of her lungs.
"Madam, our library contains detailed and complete serious music documents, covering various composers and various artistic styles and periods, but it does not include modern music works after the 20th century." A professional male voice explained calmly.
Some readers actually quarreled with the staff here because of the problem of retrieving documents.
"Liar, liar! You are a liar, you cunning guys!" The woman was disheveled and hysterical.
"Ma'am, we have some in our library," the male employee explained repeatedly and politely.
"Cunning guy, wait, I must make you look good! No one can even think about it -"
"Pfft——"
A sharp blade was stabbed into the woman's abdomen and pulled out instantly.
She fell back into her seat, and a blood-stained patch the size of a watermelon gradually appeared on her clothes.
"Ma'am, our library"
Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and the service staff holding the handle of the knife continued to apologize.
The people around him were indifferent, as if everything in front of them did not exist, and they were still doing their things or talking in low voices.
"What elements do you think can be used as code words to ensure that they cannot understand it?"
On a seat in a shadowed corner next to him, a middle-aged man wearing a black long coat and a sun hat sat down at some point.
Element? Codeword? Ensure incomprehensibility?
"Nature is something they have never seen before." Fan Ning blurted out subconsciously.
The whispers of people around him became more and more noisy.
"Since you have made a wish and are fortunate enough to be chosen, from now on, please obey Bishop Lavoisier's orders, put your life and death aside, and take the pursuit of the 'God's Theme' as your mission."
“Remember the Pope’s reminder.”
It was the footsteps and words of people in the corridor rushing to have dinner.
Fan Ning, who was taking a nap at his desk, suddenly looked up from the confessional. In front of him was still the long mahogany table that was more than ten meters tall.
The long and narrow baffle used to block the opposite seats has been removed, replaced by a row of burning candlesticks.
Light and shadow dance.
The soft red curtain on the periphery of the confessional has also been removed, revealing the original simple stone walls in the small auditorium, and gas wall lamps with classical hollow patterns are emitting a soft halo.
Fan Ning took out his mobile phone and did not see the overwhelming new message reminders of "Beware of snakes!"
The dream just now was so short that it seemed like a momentary hallucination.
There was a light of thought flowing in his eyes.
After a while, he got up because someone had already come in.
"Bishop Lavoisier, you don't have to move," said Pope James XIX.
The Pope and Cardinal Richelieu of the Western Continent took their seats directly to the left and right of Fan Ning.
"Meraltine, you and I were not chosen, but as a farewell person, your contribution is no less small." Cardinal Richelieu smiled and watched the presiding judge continue to take his seat on the left.
Immediately afterwards, Bishop Tuckville, whom Fanning confirmed to be selected, also took his seat, followed by other team members.
In addition to the two Insighters himself and Tukweil, the clergy also includes two high-ranking priests, Priest Jacob and Priest Durk.
Fan Ning did not select team members to "maximize combat power". The Abnormal Zone is not a place for competition. Moreover, the South Country is gone. If the church's wealth is drained again, there will be no extraordinary organization in the world that can barely make the Special Inspection Agency take it seriously.
If another one declines, the artistic career of the Western Continent will also be in jeopardy.
The three clergymen he chose were all old or alone and did not have many family members to care about.
In addition, four military personnel were selected.
The guilty Brigadier General Boles and Lieutenant Andrew, the Colonel Alpha who has firm faith, strong will and superb mechanical skills, and a cook named Ivan who is suffering from cancer.
Generally speaking, Fan Ning also fully and objectively considered their comprehensive qualities before selecting them, especially the qualities required for long-term travel in no-man's land. In this aspect, he himself is not necessarily good at it, and neither are the clergy.
Comparable to military personnel - for example, vehicle failure, experience in dealing with extreme weather or special terrain, etc.
What Fan Ning needs more is a team of entourage that can send him as deep as possible. He will clearly communicate this purpose next.
While thinking, he lightly tapped his fingernails on the table, which was a habitual action of an "organist".
Now, including myself, there are 8 team members and 3 senders.
There were 11 people at the banquet.
"You don't have to arrange your positions, just sit down." He gently instructed, "Because after the sun rises and the rooster crows, I am no longer a bishop, and you are no longer a priest or a soldier. After entering there, you
It’s hard to say whether you recognize me or not.”
Everyone was silent for a moment, and their movements slowed down a bit.
Several deacons and busboys pushed into the dining car.
During the war, in the war zone, the food was simple unleavened bread, grape wine, and a small amount of vegetable soup.
After the altar boy and the servants had finished presenting the food, they also placed the butter dishes, each with a small cup and a small spread.
"Good evening, priests. I should not be late for your appointment." Roy also walked into the small auditorium and bowed.
"Everyone arrived a little early," said Bishop Tukweil.
Roy and Ms. Hermosa were also seated at the long table, so there were naturally two more people.
13 people in total.
"13 people?"
"Watch out for snakes?"
The shadow of the candle swayed between the cups, recalling the previous dream. Fan Ning felt an inexplicable strangeness in his heart. After thinking about it, he asked them to start eating.
He moved one step faster than everyone else, took the bread, gave thanks, broke it, gave it to everyone, and said, "Take, eat."
Then he took the cup, gave thanks, gave it to them, and said, "Drink from this, all of you."
Everyone started eating cakes and drinking wine, and Fan Ning said again:
"Truly I tell you, there is one among you who may betray the whereabouts of this team."