Fan Ning's question made Cecil choke. At this moment, noisy footsteps sounded outside the corridor.
Seven or eight formally dressed school staff entered the large lecture theater.
The three people headed by them should be the investigation team sent by the branch of the Bologna School on campus.
The number of knowledgeable people in the branch of the Bologna School at the University of San Legia is estimated to be more than ten. The administrative leaders or professors are not necessarily knowledgeable people, but the knowledgeable people are all administrative leaders or professors.
Fan Ning saluted with the attitude of teacher-student relationship, and then looked at them calmly.
Dean Gould, who served as the chief judge in the improvisation test, Vice President Huxley, who had invited him to the music salon, and a middle-aged and elderly gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses, gray hair and an indifferent expression.
The latter's appearance is somewhat similar to Professor Lorraine Browne, and he should be Professor Fabian Browne from the School of Literature and History.
"Sure enough, those who can become the dean of the Conservatory of Music are also knowledgeable people." Fan Ning thought to himself.
It is difficult for a knowledgeable person to see through the strength at once, but based on Fan Ning's current perception, the one with the most ordinary aura is Dean Gould.
In any case, the existence of three knowledgeable people in front of him brought a certain amount of spiritual pressure to Fan Ning.
As for the others in the rear, they should be civil servants from their school.
"Carolen Van Ning, please cooperate with the school in the investigation of the vicious and mysterious incident that occurred in the Nelenia neighborhood last night. This is an authorization document from the Police Security Bureau approved by the Special Patrol Office." A young woman said to
Fan Ning shows his work ID and authorization certificate.
This Bologna school is quite formal.
"As a student, this is my obligation." Fan Ning replied, "But I want to complain that you neglected management and allowed a teacher who was at risk of being contaminated by evil substances to teach in the school, which almost caused the death of three students in our school. Dear teachers,
Students are all here today, so please return the procedure and accept it."
Professor Fabian took a deep look at Fan Ning at this time.
The female clerk was also stunned for a moment. She probably didn't expect Fan Ning to respond like this. She gave the professors a questioning look, and after receiving Gould's look in reply, she said: "No problem, these two things are essentially the same."
It's the same thing. The results of the complaint acceptance and incident investigation will be reported to the school together later. Now, please come with us first."
Cecil crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
"Please lead the way." Fan Ning nodded lightly, and under the eyes of everyone, he tidied up his desk quickly and without mess, and then walked down the steps with his briefcase.
On one side of the school's administrative building is the school history museum. The two buildings stand across the street. About four floors above, there is an area connecting each other.
Fan Ning often passed by it before, but he did not expect that this was the venue for the activities of the Bologna School branch at the University of San Legia.
Entering from the main entrance of the administrative building built with simple red bricks, passing through several corridors and stairs, you probably arrive at the other half of the school history museum, which has never been open to the public.
Fan Ning was taken into a well-decorated, brightly lit small room and sat down on a soft single sofa.
There are no windows here, and the air is a bit stuffy, but the environment is much better than the interrogation room of the Police Security Bureau. It feels like a small office, and it even has a separate bathroom.
Gould, Huxley, and Fabian, three intellectuals, sat side by side on the straight couch opposite Fanning.
It was Vice Principal Huxley who spoke first, with sharp eyes and a gentle tone: "Carolon, let me first check with you about what happened last night."
"Excuse me, professors." Fan Ning looked at each other calmly.
Huxley began questioning Fanning.
"You attended Prudence's auction, which ended at nine-thirty. On the way back, besides the coachman, there were three people: you from the School of Music, Joan Nehemiah from the School of Literature and History, and Ciaran Conor from the Women's School of Liberal Arts.
It was you and Joan who met Professor Lorraine Browne after the three separated, right?"
"yes."
"How did we meet?"
"He showed up directly in our carriage."
"Why did he come to you? What other contact have you had with him recently?"
"Vice President Huxley, this issue is exactly what I want to complain about. You should not ask me in turn." Fan Ning said calmly, "The only connection between the few of us is that we are all related to the University of St. Lenia.
That’s all.”
"Did you kill the aberration in the end?"
"I feel that even if I didn't fire those few shots, it wouldn't be alive today." Fan Ning curled his lips.
"I've finished checking." Huxley leaned back on the sofa, "Dean Fabian, do you have any questions to add?"
Fabian Browne spoke in a low voice at this time: "Fanning, the questions I asked may be more detailed. I can give you some time to think before answering. You should think clearly before answering, but you must be responsible for every word you speak.
"
Fan Ning's eyes turned cold briefly.
He has always been dissatisfied with the school. At the funeral of Professor Anton, Huxley kept saying that he would start an investigation. However, the school has neither responded nor taken the initiative to contact Fan Ning. If Fan Ning thought that the incident was complicated and needed time,
The speed with which the school responded to Professor Lorraine's death and the seriousness of its attitude are now too much of a slap in the face.
There are different ranks between co-author professors and professors, right?
The attitude of Dean Fabian in front of me is even more disgusting. The entire incident was committed by Lorraine Browne alone. She brought it upon herself. Her life and safety were seriously threatened, and she was the one who was completely attacked.
However, it is difficult for negative emotions to have a substantial impact on Fan Ning. He has been a contradictory character in both lives, sensitive emotionally and calm in words and deeds. He always pays attention to distinguishing the difference between "want" and "need".
Then he responded with a smile: "No problem, Professor."
As a current student whose identity is completely transparent, Joan is completely exposed to their sight. It is just a "problem that does not attract attention." Considering this risk before, Fan Ning's plan was to directly expose the contradictions and contradictions in front of the Bologna School.
All the doubts are directed towards oneself.
Anyway, the approval to join the Guidance School is about to come out. If you want to measure your status in the University of San Lenia from the perspective of the mysterious field, you are completely equal to these members of the Bologna School's resident branch.
He did indeed do this in the classroom, but now he feels that he can do it step by step, and if he can have a conversation, he will gain information. This is what he needs most at the moment.
Playing cards randomly does not mean playing cards without thinking. Fan Ning still maintained his alertness and caution.
Because on the one hand, he didn’t know how much information the Bologna School had, and where it was less and more than he was.
On the other hand, there is the brotherly relationship between Fabian and Professor Lorraine, which makes Fan Ning have many uncertain factors to interfere with when guessing the motivation of the other party's questions.
"Very good, let's do it in chronological order." Fabian nodded expressionlessly, "Please explain first. When you re-entered the auction venue at nearly nine o'clock in the evening, what did you do before that?"