Chapter 192 Meeting with the Special Patrol Office
Chapter 626 Meeting with the Special Patrol Office
"Are you sure their original words were 'invite' and not 'want'?"
Fan Ning chuckled when he heard this, as if he had confirmed something he had expected for a long time.
"The wording is indeed 'invitation.'" There was the sound of shaking paper from the phone receiver, and Sheeran's voice was still full of worry, "I don't know why they did this kind of repetition. I answered the phone.
On the way, the telegraph machine spit out documents simultaneously."
"For formality, to leave a mark."
"Formal? Leave a trace?."
Sheeran has been at the helm of the Turner Art Hall for so long, and he also understands the basics of these administrative affairs. Writing is indeed a more serious and formal way, but based on the practice of the Special Inspection Hall and the potential purpose of this group of people,
Say, what difference does it make?
"What will happen if it's not formal?" she couldn't help asking.
"The fault comes first, no one will care about it." Fan Ning said calmly.
No one can arbitrarily call a "New Moon" in and out, and no one is willing to bear the infamy and anger brought by the former from the art world and the wider public.
Fanning would ignore the news.
Their next plan has since become passive.
But what if it is a formal and respectful invitation in writing in the name of the government, in the name of administration?
The person invited was not "Master Fan Ning", but "Fan Ning, the first person in charge of Turner Art Hall"?
The fault and pressure caused by the hasty handling were all transferred to Fan Ning.
Well, the inspector general who now takes over the positions of He Meng and Gang and leads the surveillance and investigation of himself should be that Lassus, he is the main handler and Owen's deputy.
After returning, we met several times without meeting, and it seemed that this person had some ideas and style.
"Okay, Xilan, don't be nervous." After a few seconds of silence on both ends of the phone, Fan Ning said with a warm smile, "Thank you, please continue to prepare the conversation list and schedule, my secretary."
He hung up the phone.
Push the door, close it, and take the shortcut out of the palace along the spiral staircase on the other side of the corridor.
It was just dark outside, and the last trace of pink in the sunset was eroded and faded.
Under the wide and tall front steps, Fan Ning saw a small van parked at first sight.
A police car without its overhead lights on.
In the background of the steel city composed of traffic, lights, soot and airships, it looks very static.
Fan Ning opened the back seat door without saying a word, and the driver in the driver's seat also started the engine without saying a word.
The car made a U-turn at the gate of the Cold Spring Palace, passed through a winding alley, and soon left the Parliament Street and entered the Paspierre Bridge of Glory, which runs parallel to it.
Special Inspection Office, Saint-Talambau Headquarters, No. 1050, Paspierre Street North.
Half an hour later, Fan Ning once again entered the courtyard where the Police Security Department logo was hung.
In the night, two black and gray twin buildings stood tall.
I remembered that three years ago, I had sneaked in here as "Vasius" and was inexplicably brought into the Lianmeng meeting area in the building by He Meng.
No one greets, no one communicates, the air is as silent as a drained hourglass.
The only sound was the tapping of the leather shoes of Fan Ning and the staff member leading the way.
And the slight noise caused by the salutes of the guarding policemen when he stepped into the building.
The cold white light of the carbonized lamp shone directly into the corridor, and Fan Ning walked through the tightly guarded iron gates with an expressionless expression, as if he was cooperating in a mime.
The guide helped press the button on the top of the steam elevator, then stepped out of the elevator compartment, leaving Fan Ning alone inside.
"hold head high!!!"
The device makes a high-pitched beep.
The elevator door closes until it opens again one minute later.
The cool and moist night wind blew in my face, slightly mixed with the pungent smell of sulfide smoke.
There is an open-air platform on the top floor, with an unobstructed view of the lights of Santa Ramburg on the outside, and a glass room in front.
There are lush potted green plants, a long mahogany table, a hard leather sofa, several gramophones and bookcases, and a drinking fountain connected to the outside world.
The style is somewhat homely.
Chief Inspector Lasus, second Chief Inspector Owen, and senior investigator Salman who plays an assistant role - the original person in charge of the Ufranser station before it was "upgraded" - the three have already
Sit at the table opposite.
"Master Fan Ning, you are here."
"I heard that tonight you were awarded the Order of the Thistle by the king and became a well-deserved meritorious artist of the empire. I must congratulate you."
The two chief inspectors took the lead in saying hello.
"You have made some improvements in your timing this time. It's not like the last time I called at about four o'clock in the morning and almost gave someone a heart attack."
Fan Ning walked to the drinking table very familiarly, got herself a glass of cold water, and then sat down directly on the sofa opposite the three of them.
"Everyone, there are no surrounding flash lights here. Let me announce the topic of today's conversation. I didn't have enough dinner, and I may have to add extra food later."
"We don't have a fixed topic. In fact, tonight's conversation has richer possibilities." Lasus's gaunt and thin facial muscles moved, and he pointed his eyes at the senior investigator Salman beside him, "
However, first, you can ask Master Fan Ning to review a document."
What?
Fan Ning watched coldly as Salman turned a document around and pushed it toward him along with the pen.
"The draft of the detailed investigation report on the resignation of Fan Ning as the conductor on the day of the "Resurrection Premiere" two years ago and the incident of the rebirth of the "Split Chrysalis" entity of the Eternal Life Esoteric Cult." Salman explained.
"Page 64." Fan Ning's fingers lifted up a small corner of the document and quickly flipped through the afterimage.
"It is indeed a 'detailed' investigation report that seems to have taken a lot of effort and a lot of overtime. So, what is this for? Do you want me to sign and issue a document? My personnel relations are not in the Special Patrol Office."
Lasus slowly opened his mouth and said:
"This draft has been revised and rejected many times. The final version was finalized on September 25, 914 in the New Calendar. Due to the long interval, there may be some changes in the restoration, analysis and characterization of the facts.
.The pen is in your hand now, you can make some deletions and modifications on it according to the actual situation."
"Can I understand it as a kind of consultation?" Fan Ning smiled lightly, "This is not your style, and of course, it is not within the scope of my reading interests."
"It's been a long time, yes, it's been a long time, so the biggest change that has happened is that I am too lazy to read it. If I still need to send it out, I will send it out as soon as possible."
"I suggest you change the topic to a more interesting and substantive topic. If, as you said, today's conversation 'has richer possibilities'."