It was still a cold and narrow room, still lit by a pale light, and another cold voice came from the darkness.
"Name."
"Char, male, nineteen years old, unmarried, loved, no regrets, safe and healthy, not a Virgo, salty, no card..."
Under the light, the young man with disheveled hair kept chattering away until an angry palm slapped the table: "What are you asking for? Stop talking about these things!"
"Okay, okay." Charles said with a smile on his face, "I'm not afraid that you will be tired."
"Humph, that's not necessarily the case."
The voice in the darkness was full of mockery: "I heard that you also want to join us, but according to what we know, you don't seem to be even an official musician?"
"But I have a high degree of education!"
Charles said with a serious face: "After all, I graduated from the Royal Anglophone College of Musicians! I graduated with perfect marks! I broke the record of the music history department! Moreover, I am multi-talented! I can sing, dance, draw, and write. If not, I will sing for you..."
Snapped!
The sound of banging on the table interrupted him. The man in the dark snorted coldly: "Answer whatever you ask. Don't talk about irrelevant things."
"Okay, okay." Charles nodded and sat upright, as straight as a primary school student in class.
"You used to work in the technical department of the Royal Academy. As far as I know, you were Master Newton's personal assistant. What were your main responsibilities?"
Snapped!
There was an angry sound of slapping the table, it was Ciel.
The man in the dark was frightened, but saw Ciel pressing the table angrily.
"You don't know! That old guy is simply not a human being! Not a human being!"
He pointed at his face, with an indignant look on his face: "Look, I am from a famous school in the Holy City 985/211 after all! Ever since I followed that old bastard, I just hired prostitutes for him, ordered takeaways, Buying wine, buying horses, writing reports, running expense accounts, and wiping your butt! And your old bastard is just enjoying himself, and you don’t even take me with you! Do you think he is a thing! I can’t help but get angry when I mention this. Sir, I feel miserable..."
Charles kept talking for five or six minutes before the prosecutor came to his senses and forced him to shut up. After being baptized by Ciel's aura of mental retardation, his brain was obviously a little weak. He was confused for a long time before continuing:
"Are you a registered first-class mechanical engineer in the Holy City?"
"Yeah."
Charles nodded like a chicken pecking rice, with a pure expression: "Actually, I bought it from the fake diploma maker at the east gate of the school! It costs eighty yuan a copy, and it comes with a photo! Sir, if you need it, why don't I introduce it to you? ?”
"Shut up!"
…
Fifteen minutes later, Charles returned to his room, fell on his dirty knees, and buried his head in picking at his feet.
It's been seven days, a week.
He had been lying here since he woke up from a coma, not knowing how he got here or where he was. For the past seven days, someone has come to deliver meals every day. I have to report three meals a day, eat and sleep, and report when I get up to use the toilet.
Moreover, apart from the group of people who came out of prison with him, he had never seen any other members of the revolutionary army from beginning to end.
It's no different from prison at all.
Not even roommates were changed.
"Hey, you're back."
**The bloody man raised his head and opened his mouth and said: "Internal review is very troublesome, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but okay."
Charles pretended to still talk to the bearded man with a smile: "Everyone is a good person and did not make things difficult for me."
The squirming thing stiffened for a moment, as if stunned, and quickly shook its head: "Don't worry, Mr. Constantine values you very much, it's just a matter of routine."
As he spoke, his flesh twitched, leaving behind a lavender mucus. The distorted and deformed face opened and closed, and his voice carried a certain noise.
The room, covered in some kind of flesh and blood, was filled with the smell of decay, and the walls were crawling like the stomach walls of a monster.
Charles didn't speak, just lay on his bed and closed his eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath.
He opened his eyes, and the flesh and blood on the ceiling squirmed, like thousands of smiles overlapping one another.
Charles covered himself with a quilt and huddled in the darkness.
"damn it."
He whispered softly.
damn it…
…
…
In another room, in silence, someone knocked on the door and pushed in.
Constantine sat in front of the window, reading a book silently. When he noticed someone coming in, he raised his head.
"The review is over, sir."
The person in charge of the review stood beside him and handed him a document: "This is the review process and record."
Constantine looked up at him with a sarcastic tone: "So, my life under house arrest can also end?"
The reviewer smiled and said, "Sir Gaius is also thinking about your safety. After all, it is very windy outside now, so it is best for everyone not to go out."
Constantine looked at him, "Then it will be convenient for you to lock him up and examine him?"
"This is just necessary for safety." The reviewer explained: "After all, it is difficult to guarantee that there are no undercovers among those people."
"Who do you think looks like an undercover agent?"
Constantine smiled and pointed at himself: "Do you look like me?"
"My lord, what are you talking about?"
The examiner's smile became a little forced.
"I have been running around for decades, and my role as deputy commander is in name only. I'm afraid there are many people within the organization who don't recognize me, right?" Constantine said calmly: "I can come out this time, and I'm afraid some people won't be very happy. A naysayer like me didn't die in there..."
The examiner's expression was stiff and he did not answer.
Constantine smiled and did not continue. He just asked lightly: "Gaius is in the Holy City now, right?"
The examiner was silent for a long time and nodded slowly.
"Why doesn't he want to see me?"
"... Lord Gaius has important things to prepare for now and has no time to worry about anything else for the time being."
"I see."
Constantine nodded, his pupils drooping, seemingly disappointed.
"I won't disturb your rest."
The reviewer carefully placed the document on the table: "There have been speculations about the 'undercover' matter. Some unpleasant things will happen in the next few days, I hope you don't mind."
Constantine opened the file and saw the photo tucked inside.
"It's actually him?"
…
…
Dinner time, the office of the Silent Agency.
There was silence, garbage everywhere, maps of the Holy City and documents from the past piled everywhere. The trash cans reeked of overnight food and men's stinky socks.
Several sleeping bags were rolled up and thrown haphazardly in the corner.
On the table were several boxes of pizza that had just been delivered. A group of people who hadn't showered in a long time were munching on the takeaways. No one dared to speak.
The atmosphere was frozen.
It was like there was an ether bomb hidden in the room that was about to explode.
Behind the desk, there is a mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray. Someone was lying on a chair with his feet up on the pile of papers on his desk. Looking down at a cup of heavy books, his white hair was messy.
For so many days, no one has ever seen Ye Qingxuan sleeping. He seems to have been sitting behind the desk, watching them silently, with sharp bloodshot eyes, as if he wants to break through all the disguises and find Ye Qingxuan. Get out that mole.
Occasionally, when he was free, he would just flip through the book like he is doing now without saying a word.
As the days passed, the atmosphere in the office became more and more tense. When those bloodshot eyes looked over, everyone ducked in panic.
It's been a week now!
Everyone could feel that the seemingly calm young man in front of him was about to explode.
No one wants a bomb to blow up on their head.
This guy never minds finding someone to vent to!
Because of this, everyone has been working hard these days, and their work efficiency has increased several times compared to before. If they still have bonuses to pay at the end of the month, they will be happy.
Unfortunately, all the bonuses were deducted by Ye Qingxuan.
The suffocating silence continued.
In silence, Ye Qingxuan read one book after another at a very fast speed without any gaps. It was as if what he was reading was not some obscure music theory, but some legendary novel filled with millions of words.
As the pile of books piled higher and higher, everyone's hearts became more and more entangled. Just like when the stack of books collapses, they will be completely buried.
They seemed to see this young man completely explode, sending them one by one into the Tower of Judgment.
Until the sound of hurried footsteps sounded, the sweaty messenger opened the door and said words that made everyone almost cry with joy:
"We found Ciel!"