Some kind of invisible "arrow" with the power of fanaticism seemed to penetrate directly towards the latter's head!
A large golden "filter" covered Owen's vision, and the whole world became bright. It took a full second for these spots and ripples to peel off from his retinas, but his mind was still buzzing.
This Fan Ning must have been promoted to the Knower! Owen was horrified.
Lacus was equally shocked and confused about the reaction of his colleagues after being affected. But the key is how did Fan Ning get the key when the climbing path was controlled by the "phantom man"? There may even be more than one key.
Could the key be obtained by killing other enlightened ones?
What other unknown secrets did he have during his disappearance? Could it be that there are any other opportunities in that ghost place in the Abnormal Zone?
"Sir Owen, what you said just now is really ridiculous. Your logic won't fool you, right?"
Fan Ning laughed loudly at this time.
"Okay, now that there is such a pollution threat, why don't you spread the word? Why didn't you spread it earlier?"
"Is it because the research results have just been released? Or do you cherish my 'talent'?"
"Or I guess it's because the pile of 'normal pillars' cultivated by your discussion group are of poor quality and are not enough for use. You need to get familiar with the 'abnormal pillars' I created first, as an emergency.
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Several people on the other side were speechless for a moment.
"It's very interesting to set up a stage and sing a harmony. It suddenly occurred to me that three years ago, when I was interviewing about the qualifications for the premiere of the graduation concert and the admission of Miss Joan Nehemiah, your wording was 'special'
No one in the hall will make an exchange with you. This is not your qualification.' At the scene of the 'phantom man' incident in the concert hall, the advice given to me was 'less questioning, more listening to the arrangements, no need to explain' - oh,
The person who said these words is just a small investigator, which also shows a certain internal consistency of your organization. Today, it can be said that the old style has sprouted. Okay, I see there are a lot of pens and papers on this table."
"I have been curious. After all the vicious and mysterious incidents, especially after the 'meat sacrifice' incident in the southern continent, what is the credibility of your authorities now? Come on, Owen, I will see you write the communiqué tonight.
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"Alright, Master Fan Ning." Lassius quickly smoothed things over, "Owen's temper is easily agitated, but his original intention of promoting effective results of the conversation has not changed. What we just said about the 'voting certificate' is also based on '
Smart people chat' from an objective and realistic perspective, looking for possible growth points of trust between us."
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"The wreckage of the God of Origin involves all aspects of interests and complex variables. It is definitely impossible to determine it with just one conversation, but our attitude on this matter has been conveyed - Master Fan Ning, there is one thing I will not say
You can also imagine that the person who reaches the top in art in the future must be the partner of the Special Patrol Office. On the other hand, it is impossible for the Special Patrol Office to let an enemy reach the top in the future. This identity involves too much.
The occult significance is also far greater than imagined. If you really have intentions for the next Harvest Art Festival, this issue is worth considering."
".Substitute someone." Fan Ning showed a look of tiredness on his face, and finally slumped down behind the sofa, "Putting aside my own mental state, don't you have any awareness? What I just meant has already been said.
It’s obvious that your communication skills are so damn low.”
He glanced at Irving, who was on the verge of a complete explosion: "You don't have to keep this look on your face, 'Fanning, do you know where you are now?' Damn it, I almost guessed you again.
Are you ready to say something outrageous? Similarly, 'No one in the Special Patrol Office will make an exchange with you, this is not what you are qualified for'. Such words are also outdated, understand? You are the ones who are not qualified to talk now.
It’s you two!”
Such words made Lasus, who was always tactful and steady, change his expression, but Fan Ning still said calmly: "Look, the matter is said to be so important, so let's send someone who can speak out. Oh,
Yes, don’t use high-sounding words like ‘cooperation’ either.”
Owen clenched his right fist for a long time, and the muscles on his arm bulged. The image of a foreseeable punch hitting the table had already appeared in his mind, but at this moment, a lazy voice floated from outside the door:
"'Cooperation', that's really the wrong word to use."
A hunched-up man in gray casual clothes appeared next to the glass door in a wheelchair.
"Mr. Wax." "Mr. Wax"
The three people hurriedly stood up to pay their respects. The anger in Owen's eyes subsided, and Salman stood up and walked quickly to the drinking fountain, as if he wanted to pour tea for the wheelchair man.
The moment Fan Ning turned to look at the person coming, he felt as if his eyes were dazzled.
"Master Fan Ning, I wonder if I am qualified?"
The room was twisting, the arrangement of seats on the opposite side had changed slightly, and Mr. Wax, who was in a wheelchair, had already reached the main seat.
"Haha, Master Fan Ning, logically speaking, today should be the first time you and I have met. However, there is always something interesting about it. It feels like this is not the first time we have met."
Until this moment, a substantial sense of threat finally arose in Fan Ning's heart. This sense of threat was a nearly physiological reaction and was not based on his "cognition" or "intelligence".
Even though he knew that the Special Inspection Office was unlikely to be willing to completely fall out with him at this juncture, he clearly felt the absolute gap between himself and the order enforcer. Although he was the self-created key holder of the third level of Xiaoxiao, if
This Mr. Wax must keep himself, the possibility of escape is extremely slim.
This is not the South Country, this is the headquarters of the Special Patrol Department!
"Is it you who said thank you?" Fan Ning kept his expression unchanged.
"To thank you and your career." Mr. Wax said.
"Normally speaking, the authorities should be very concerned about such a theater chain system, and they both love and hate it." Fan Ning responded calmly.
"No, Master Fan Ning, please be confident." Mr. Wax raised half of his face covered by his felt hat, "The authorities must love it more than they hate it, otherwise, it will not be able to exist."
"Thanks are necessary. With so many 'characters' and a platform that can be expected to continue to create so many 'characters', the value is difficult to measure. Many colleagues also have questions. This Turner Academy of Art
How did the founder of the line accomplish this series of achievements?"
"Achievements are not worth talking about." Fan Ning thought for a while and said, "It is a series of things accomplished for personal ideals. It has nothing to do with politics, and mystery is not the first connection."
"You see, the word 'achievement' is obviously better." Mr. Wax snapped his fingers and praised, "If we want to be more on the stage, we can say 'mutual achievement', and if we are more honest, we can say 'exchange'
, or 'utilization', in short, are more advanced than 'cooperation'."
He then said seriously: "Master Fan Ning, today I am meeting with you on behalf of the organization. For the time being, it will only be about three small matters -"
"I will answer one of your questions, tell you something that needs to be told, and ask you another question. Then, you can leave."