In the cold, narrow room, a pillar of white light illuminated a scruffy face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Name. ”

Someone asked in the dark.

The middle-aged man sighed, "Andre, Andre Wilson." ”

"Gender. ”

Andrei's expression twitched, and he replied reluctantly: "...... Man. ”

"Hmm. The man in the dark nodded, his tone mocking: "I see it." Age"

Andrei was impatient, "Can you ask something meaningful?"

"Well, 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're married, and it's said that you're in close contact with a certain woman outside, are you coming out?"

Andre was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pale: "Ye Qingxuan, don't go too far! Who are you scaring with chicken feathers as an arrow!"

"I'm scared of you. ”

A white palm stretched out in the dark, holding a letter of permission stamped with a seal and signature in his hand, and pestled it straight on Andrei's face: "See clearly, you are now under internal scrutiny by the Silent Agency!"

I asked, and you answered, believe it or not, and I'll let you go to the Tower of Judgment right away?"

Andrei was furious: "You dare!"

In the darkness, the hand stiffened, and after a long time, slowly withdrew the permit. Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, as if he was helpless.

André couldn't help but laugh, but before he could smile, a palm reaching out of the darkness grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the table.

Boom!

Andrei's eyes darkened, and he struggled subconsciously, but then, a dagger was nailed to the table against his face, trembling and buzzing.

On the blade of the dagger, a pale face was reflected.

He didn't seem to have slept in a long time, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he stared at people, his pupils were pitch black and hairy.

"You guessed it. ”

Ye Qingxuan said: "I dare." ”

"You ......"

Andrei subconsciously opened his mouth, but the blade of the dagger tilted down and gagged his mouth.

"My best friend, my brother, who asked me to be his wedding celebrant in the future, is now going undercover in a bunch of scum because of your shit.

Because one of you, he's been missing for six days, and he doesn't know if he's alive or dead.

And you, these idle idiots sitting in your office blowing the air conditioner and watching the news with your feet crossed, are questioning what qualifications I have to censor you?"

The voice was cold, like a blade, and the fingers pressing against his head were cold and warm. 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 an internal examiner appointed by the Papal Chamber, with full authority over all matters concerning the leakage of internal secrets.

I ask, you answer. Otherwise, I could have given you a thirty-year slip and sent you to the Tower of Judgment for a vacation. Understood?"

This bastard, what he says is true!

Those eyes told André that the guy was going crazy, and there was no doubt about what he said. The stupid bureaucrats in the Papal Hall gave him a sword in order to appease this mad fellow, and now this sword is in his hand, and he holds it, and he will kill whoever he wants.

So, who wants to be the first victim?

At this moment, Andre's heart was filled with deep bitterness, and he was extremely remorseful, he knew that this was the case, why did he go to provoke this madman's tiger whiskers for the sake of the so-called face?

Everyone knows that this bastard beheaded Colt in front of so many people at the gates of the Holy City, and the evidence is conclusive, and the result is acquittal.

Now that he is noble, even if he kills himself, can he still hold his head and go to the Holy Forgiveness Department to reason with others?

"Seems to understand?"

Seeing the change in his expression, Ye Qingxuan smiled mockingly: "It's better to do this earlier, good boy, let's do it again." By the way, you know what happens to people who lie in front of me, right?"

Andrei gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

-

Thirty minutes later.

Andrei walked out from behind the door like a walking corpse, his eyes hollow, and he was surrounded by colleagues who had been waiting for a long time.

Others patted him on the shoulder with pity and sympathy, apparently knowing what was going to happen.

André held a cup of hot coffee and came back to his senses after a long time, sighing as if from a dream, but saying nothing.

If he was proficient in Oriental culture, he would definitely have to chant with tears in his eyes at this moment, 'The past is unbearable to look back at the moonlight', but unfortunately, he can't even write sonnets let alone Oriental culture, and his lips open and close for a long time, and finally turn into a depressed silence.

Sitting in a room with that white-haired bastard for half an hour, his bottoms were ripped out, everything from childhood to adulthood was investigated, not even sexual orientation.

The family, the lover, the ex-wife, the children, and even the bank account have all been reduced to a notebook with a few simple sentences recorded in the hands of that guy.

He shuddered, and subconsciously grabbed the person next to him: "You can't let that guy mess around anymore!...... Mr. Wolf Flute, where has Mr. Wolf Flute gone?"

The people next to them glanced at each other, couldn't help but look bitter, and they all fell silent.

-

In the smell of staleness, the door of the brass elevator struggled to open, and the steel grinded, making a screeching sound.

The smell of dust wafts in the air.

In the dimness, the wolf flute pinched his nose and carried a wind lantern in his hand, and walked along the path. Illuminated by wind lamps, the towering pitch-black bookshelves on either side are filled with various ancient scrolls.

Even the aisles were filled with books and scrolls that they didn't know where they came from.

His footsteps seemed to be the only one in the vast underground plaza, and even the sound of his breathing became so clear in silence.

It was like a huge storage warehouse, but there was no light, and the darkness was so dead that even insects could not survive in such a cold and silent place.

This is one of the Silent Institution Holy City Resident Institutions, attached to the Department of Artifacts, the Forbidden Texts Depository.

In the beginning, it was a collection of books and movements related to forbidden music theory, but it has been expanded by successive generations of musicians to become a huge library.

Music theory, movements, and techniques collected from all factions, schools, and black musicians around the world are copied and sealed here before they are destroyed, just in case they need it.

Hundreds of years later, no one knows exactly how much is hidden here.

Tens of thousands of volumes, hundreds of thousands of volumes, millions of volumes?

Now this is no longer a library, but a graveyard of books. Because once they come here, they will never be in the sun again.

It's like burying a book in a coffin.

Books, like people, slowly fall into dust in the dark, the handwriting is blurred, and gradually die.

That's why it's a place with the rotten smell of a cemetery, right?

The wolf flute covered his mouth, and finally found the dusty counter, reached out, and gently pressed the iron bell. The crisp voice spread through the darkness, and after a long time, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him.

"You're a wolf cub again?"

The wolf flute turned and saw the dwarf in front of him.

The dwarf, who was only one-third of a normal person's height, sat in a wheelchair, his face was wrinkled and mossy, and his eyes were full of white spots. It's like a geist lodged in this sprawling cemetery.

He didn't know how long he had been here, and even his own body seemed to be in a wheelchair, indistinguishable from each other. The patina-covered wheelchair ran without any sound, like a ghost soaring in the darkness.

However, looking at his impatient appearance now, it makes people feel that the wolf flute is haunted.

No way, no matter who likes to be quiet, no matter if they are disturbed every day for six days in a row, their face will not be good.

Wolf Flute squeezed out a helpless smile and took out a list:

"Mr. Administrator, I'm here to borrow a book, I'm in trouble. ”

The dwarf administrator borrowed the list and glanced at it, and impatiently threw the list aside: "Wolf flute, it's just the two of us here, don't pretend to be garlic."

None of these books seem to be what you want to read, right?"

"Uh......"

Wolf Flute's expression became embarrassed, and he replied hesitantly: "It's a friend, it's a supernumerary of the agency, and it's not against the rules." ”

"Oh, it seems that your friend is not simple. ”

The dwarf administrator nodded nonchalantly: "Well, half-step master, that's a promising future." ”

"Ah...... Huh?!"

The wolf flute was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes popped out: "Half-step master, sir, have you made a mistake?"

"That's why I hate you guys, pretending to be bothered. ”

The dwarf glanced at him, pulled 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, you look at ......"

The wolf flute looked at it, still confused and confused.

The dwarf pursed his lips impatiently and explained, "For a total of six days, you borrowed seventeen forbidden music books from different realms and factions. There are also more than thirty music theory books, and there are even techniques and music theories from black musicians, and there is no connection between them.

Two days ago, your friend was still watching the introductory pediatrics of "From the Four Changes of Alchemy to the Core of the School of Change", and today he jumped to the field of experts such as "The Aetheric Simulacrum of the Fission Element".

And then in the middle, I still refer to the "Divine Beastlines" and "The Way of Dogma", which are the theses of the various factions.

If you are a beginner, you will not have the energy to pay attention to such a large and complex field. And such a disorganized study, a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, is simply self-destructing the future. Unless ......"

Unless?

Unless what?

The dwarf's words stopped here, but the wolf flute finally suddenly showed a self-deprecating expression: "Unless he is a musician at the peak of the crooked level, he has already entered the 'completion stage', right?"

The completion stage is the stage that a distorted musician who has reached the peak of his own faction must go through before he can compose the chapter of fate and step into the realm of the master.

At this stage, even a master who specializes in one department will study all the basic music theory and movements that can be combined with his own system in the other six series, in order to gain more insights and ideas, so that the system he has established will be more complete.

Only with the seven music theories in place, can we create our own 'chapter of fate'.

It's like making up for the incomplete self, and this stage is called the 'completion stage' by musicians.

"Not bad. ”

The dwarf bowed, "Then what is going on with that friend of yours?"

"Ahem......"

Wolf Flute showed an indescribably complicated expression: "He just advanced to resonance half a month ago, and to be honest, now...... Even he himself didn't know what level he was. ”

"Resonance?"

The dwarf's white eyes were almost three times the size of the original, "Then why is he turning over so many things, trying to kill himself?"

The wolf flute couldn't help but look away, and said faintly:

"He said he wanted to compose, so he was going to read some books and think about ......" (To be continued.) )