In the cold, narrow room, a pale light illuminated an unshaven face.
"Name."
someone asked in the darkness.
The middle-aged man sighed, "Andre, Andre Wilson."
"gender."
Andre's expression twitched and he answered reluctantly: "...Male."
"Yeah." The man in the dark nodded, his tone mocking: "I can tell. Age."
Andre became impatient, "Can you ask something meaningful?"
"Okay, it's rare that you like to get straight to the point."
The man in the dark flipped through the file in his hand and said casually: "Well, you are married. It is said that you have a close relationship with a certain woman outside. Are you coming out?"
Andre was stunned for a moment, then turned livid: "Ye Qingxuan! Don't go too far! Who are you trying to scare by using chicken feathers as arrows?"
"I'm scaring you."
A white palm stretched out from the darkness, holding a letter of permission stamped with a seal and signature, and pressed it straight on Andre's face: "See clearly, you are now undergoing internal review by the Silent Agency! I Ask! You answer! Believe it or not, I will let you go to the Tower of Judgment immediately?"
Andre was furious: "How dare you!"
In the darkness, the hand froze, and after a long time, he slowly withdrew the permission letter. Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, seemingly helpless.
Andre couldn't help but smile, but before the smile could appear, a hand stretched out from the darkness grabbed his hair and slammed him down on the table.
Bang!
Andre's vision went dark, and he struggled subconsciously, but then, a dagger was nailed to the table close to his face, trembling and buzzing.
A pale face was reflected on the edge of the dagger.
He seemed to have not slept for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he stared at the person, his pupils were dark, which made people feel scared.
"you guessed right."
Ye Qingxuan said: "I dare."
"you… "
Andre opened his mouth subconsciously, but the edge of the dagger tilted down and blocked his mouth.
"My best friend, my senior brother, who asked me to be the officiant at his wedding in the future, is now working undercover in a group of scum because of your bullshit. Because one of you, he has already I have been missing for six days, and I don’t know whether I am alive or dead. And you, these idiots sitting in the office with nothing to do, blowing the air conditioner, watching the news with your feet up, are questioning what qualifications I have to review you?"
The voice was cold, like a blade, and the fingers pressing on his head were cold and without any warmth. Ye Qingxuan stared at the reflection of the blade, looked at the pair of trembling pupils, and told him word by word:
"Andre Wilson, I am now the internal review officer appointed by the Pope, and I have full authority to handle all matters related to the leakage of internal secrets. I ask, you answer. Otherwise, I can issue a thirty-year leave note. Here you go, I’ll send you to the Tower of Judgment for vacation. Do you understand?”
This bastard, what he said is true!
Those eyes told Andre that this guy was going crazy, and everything he said was unquestionable. In order to appease this crazy guy, the stupid bureaucrats in the Pope's Chamber gave him a sword. Now this sword is in his hand. He holds the sword and chops to death whoever he wants.
So, who wants to be the first victim
At this moment, Andre felt a deep sense of bitterness and regret in his heart. If he had known this was the case, why would he tease this lunatic for the sake of face
Everyone knows that this bastard beheaded Colt in front of so many people at the gate of the Holy City. The evidence was conclusive and he was acquitted.
Now that he has a noble status, even if he kills himself, can he still hold his head and go to the Ministry of Holy Pardons to reason with others
"You seem to understand?"
Seeing the change in his expression, Ye Qingxuan smiled mockingly: "Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier? Be good, let's start over. By the way, you know what happens to those who lie in front of me, right? "
Andre gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
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Thirty minutes later.
Andre walked out from behind the door like a zombie with empty eyes. He was immediately surrounded by colleagues who had been waiting for a long time. They asked each other about the situation.
Others patted him on the shoulder with pity and sympathy, obviously knowing what would happen.
Holding a cup of hot coffee, Andre came back to his senses after a long time, and sighed as if waking up from a dream, but said nothing.
If he was proficient in Eastern culture, he would definitely recite "The past cannot be recalled in the moonlight" with tears in his eyes at this moment. Unfortunately, let alone Eastern culture, he couldn't even write a sonnet. He opened and closed his lips for a long time, and in the end Turned into depressed silence.
After sitting in the same room with that white-haired bastard for half an hour, his underwear was taken out, and everything from childhood to adulthood was checked, even sexual orientation was not spared.
Family, lover, ex-wife, children and even bank accounts have all turned into a few simple sentences recorded in the notebook in the guy's hand.
He shuddered and subconsciously grabbed the person next to him: "We can't let that guy continue to mess around! Otherwise... Mr. Wolf Flute, where is Mr. Wolf Flute?"
The people next to him looked at each other, couldn't help but look bitter, and they all fell silent.
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In the atmosphere full of stale smell, the door of the brass elevator opened with difficulty, and the steel friction made a sharp sound.
The smell of dust hit my face.
In the darkness, Wolf Flute held his nose and walked along the path with a wind lantern in his hand. Under the illumination of the wind lantern, the towering dark bookshelves on both sides were filled with various ancient scrolls.
Even the corridors were filled with books and ancient scrolls from unknown sources.
His footsteps seemed to be the only ones in the huge underground square, and even his breathing became so clear in the silence.
This place is like a huge storage warehouse, but there is no light at all. The darkness is full of deathly silence. Even insects cannot survive in such a cold and silent place.
This is one of the offices where the Silent Organization is stationed in the Holy City, and it is a department affiliated with the Artifact Hall - the Forbidden Book Depository.
At the beginning, it contained books and music involving forbidden music theory. Later, with the expansion of musicians from successive generations, it has become a huge library.
The music theories, movements, and techniques collected from various factions, schools, and black musicians around the world will be copied and stored here for emergencies before being destroyed.
After hundreds of years have passed, no one knows how much is hidden here.
Tens of thousands of volumes? Hundreds of thousands of volumes? Millions of volumes
This is no longer a library, but a cemetery of books. Because once they come here, they will never appear in the sun again.
It's like burying the book in a coffin.
Books are like people, slowly covered with dust in the dark, the handwriting is blurred, and gradually die.
That’s why this place has the decaying atmosphere of a cemetery, right
Langdi covered his mouth, finally found the dusty counter, reached out and pressed the iron bell gently. As the crisp voice spread in the darkness, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him after a long time.
"Are you the wolf cub again?"
Wolf Flute turned around and saw the dwarf in front of him.
The dwarf, who was only one-third of the height of an ordinary person, was sitting in a wheelchair. His face was covered with wrinkles and moss, and his eyes were full of white spots. It's like a wandering ghost living in this huge cemetery.
He didn't know how long he had been here, and even his body seemed to have grown together with the wheelchair, regardless of each other. The rusty wheelchair moved without making any sound, like a ghost soaring in the darkness.
But looking at his impatient look now, it makes people feel that the ghost of Wolf Flute is still lingering.
There is no way, no matter who likes peace and quiet, if someone comes to disturb them every day for six consecutive days, they will not look good.
Langdi forced out a helpless smile and took out a list:
"Mr. Administrator, I'm here to borrow a book. I'm sorry."
The dwarf administrator borrowed the list, took a look at it, and threw it aside impatiently: "Wolf Flute, there are only two of us here, so don't be pretentious. It seems that these books are not what you want to read, right?"
"Well… "
Lang Di's expression became awkward, and he replied hesitantly: "He is a friend and a non-staff member of the agency. It does not violate the rules."
"Oh? It seems that your friend is not simple."
The dwarf administrator nodded casually: "Well, half-step master, that can be considered a promising future."
"Ah... hmm?!"
Langdi was stunned for a moment, and immediately his eyes popped out: "Master Half-Step? Sir, did you make a mistake?"
"That's why I hate you guys, pretending to be annoying or not."
The dwarf glanced at him, took out a few sheets from the counter, and slapped them in front of him:
"Look clearly, this is the list of books you borrowed in the past two days. Take a look..."
Langdi looked at it, still confused and confused.
The dwarf curled his lips impatiently and explained: "In a total of six days, you borrowed seventeen books of forbidden music from different fields and factions. There are also more than thirty books of music theory, and there are even techniques and music theories from black musicians. , and there is no connection. Two days ago, your friend was reading "A Brief Discussion on the Core of the School of Change from the Four Transformations of Alchemy", but today he skipped to "The Ether Simulacrum of Fission Elements", which is an unconventional one. The field of experts. Then in the middle, I still refer to the outlines and expositions of various factions such as "Sacred Beast Nature" and "The Way of Dogma". If you are a musician who has just started, you will not have the energy to pay attention to such a complicated field. And it is so meaningless. Learning the art of composition and learning everything from a hammer to a stick is simply destroying your future. Unless... "
unless
Unless what
The dwarf's words stopped here, but Wolf Flute finally came to his senses and showed a self-deprecating expression: "Unless he is a musician at the peak of the distortion level and has entered the 'completion stage', right?"
The completion stage is a stage that a distortion-level musician who has reached the pinnacle of his faction must go through before composing the Chapter of Fate and entering the realm of the master.
At this stage, even masters who specialize in one system will learn all the basic music theories of the other six systems and the movements that can be combined with their own system, in order to gain more insights and ideas, and make the system they establish higher. degree of completion.
Only with the seven-series music theory can we create our own "Chapter of Destiny".
Just like completing the incomplete self, this stage is called the "completion stage" by musicians.
"good."
The dwarf nodded, "Then what happened to your friend?"
"Ahem..."
Wolf Flute showed an expression that was difficult to describe: "He just advanced to resonance half a month ago. To be honest, now... even he himself doesn't know what level he is."
"resonance?"
The dwarf's pale eyes almost tripled in size. "Then why is he looking through so many things? Want to commit suicide?"
Langdi couldn't help but turn his head and said quietly:
"He said he wanted to compose music, so he was going to read some books and start thinking about it..."