The rumors that Qiong said before seemed to be true

In the treacherous interrogation atmosphere, Fanning recalled a "long-lived man" that Joan once called, another wormologist named "Scriabin". He was recruited by the Guizhou School in the 5th century of the New Calendar. He disappeared after more than 200 years. I don't know if there was any persecution or other hidden feelings.

"Personist dictator ambitious"

Facing Mr. Wax's cross-examination, Carmen Leon in the prison just stared at it and repeated mechanically.

"The ordinary creatures among the secret history of the upper class are persecuted and persecuted." Mr. Wax just shook his head and sighed, and then asked to the prison in front of another burner.

"So, Mr. Brez, you say?"

"The span of four or five hundred years, with more than three thousand people, you have carried out such a long and large-scale secret execution, which will obviously inevitably include a large number of innocent people, but you still have carried out very thoroughly and 'persist' for a very long time, so where did you know what?"

"Is it necessary for some kind of secret ceremony? Or are you afraid of something?"

"Why do people whose birth date is January 6, or whose name is similar to that pronunciation makes you so scared? Mr. P. Brez, tell me, what is your motive?"

Mr. Wax repeatedly stroked the spine of these secret files.

On the other side, a senior female leader in the prison was nervously "hahaha" at this time, and it seemed that the state of these sages was somewhat different from usual - "I actually heard the word "innocent", hehe, hahaha, tell a joke, the special inspection hall in the 916th calendar broke out in their sense of justice."

Fan Ning was ordered to "explain things" on the side. Although he was full of doubts in his heart, he also smiled and said, "I said that your hall would not destroy the Guidance School with the name of "discovering crimes and presiding over justice" this time, right? Oh, this is really a bit 'flexible'."

"Sorry, the unofficial person speaks, it was purely the words of this lady that inspired me." The quill in his hand was bored with a short line like a sketch tone on the paper. "I think that based on its own hidden knowledge inheritance and considerations, based on some mysterious motivations, there are five or six suspicious people every year. This is simply too reasonable. This is not as much as the "shot list" of the first phase of your hall. Anyone who does a little bit of it can do that slightly, it is worth the 'performance' of the Guizhou School for a hundred years, hahahahaha."

The detained Britz still responded with silence.

His condition was more negative than other senior executives. His eyes were distracted most of the time, and there were occasional moments of focus. He was facing Mr. Wax's inquiry eyes, or facing Bogleridge, and was accompanied by a sneer or two.

"I don't want to say it, and I can understand my mood." Mr. Wax on the wheelchair changed to the side, "Even if I actively cooperate, there seems to be no hope? Right, I think so, it's really the same. The Guidance School is already like that. Then, for individuals, there are only two results for those who are trapped by the 'worm'-"

"Die, or die ugly."

"But qualitative! Qualification! President Brez." Mr. Wax threw the files in his hand back to the mountainous conference table, and sat upright slightly, "Don't you consider the situation outside?"

"The public, the acceptance of all facts starts with 'qualitative' or ends with 'qualitative'. Now our people are racking their brains to draft the report. Haha, Dear President Brez, don't you want to contribute some writing 'material' to reduce the work pressure of your colleagues? Even if 'material' can be used in public, this is not necessarily the case, but I think they will still appreciate your cooperation."

"Think about it, the 'Guiding School' no longer exists only a name, a structure, a slightly unfamiliar name, a slightly unfamiliar architecture, but at the secular level, such a big stall, city college, civilian college, trade union organization, scientific research institution, library, art gallery, huge asset handover work is a very troublesome and brain-intensive thing. Speaking of this, I thought that the first thing I had to do was Master Fanning in front of you! This large number of chain theater chains, so many investors' efforts, and so many little guys who have become more cute because of 'art rescue'."

It is indeed a very skillful plan to attack the mind, which has played a certain role.

At least even Fanning's face flashed with an ugly look for a few seconds after thinking about this.

The Special Inspection Hall has obviously been planning for a long time and is too fast to move, and there is no warning at all! At the dinner, Sir Viardlin was still clinking glasses with Fanning to celebrate!

What will be chaos outside now? Will the Special Inspection Office have a next goal of action? Fan Ning is unknown.

"Since you care so much, it's okay to tell you. Everything is just the instruction of the 'advisor'. I, as well as the presidents, are just people who upload and send out." Buretz's mouth finally loosened and he breathed silently.

"Oh? Then, Mr. Brez, who do you mean in your words "consultant"?" asked Mr. Wax.

"This is interesting. The discussion group roundtable meeting once every seven years. Whoever you meet is naturally whoever you see."

"What's more interesting is that our department has recently confirmed that the "advisors" in the history of the Guide School are actually the same person."

The same person? Fanning was stunned.

The conversation between the two, especially Mr. Wax's words, made all the listeners who were still sane at the interrogation scene suspect their ears.

"Well, let's talk about it, what's the instructions given to you by the 'consultant'?" Mr. Wax skipped the topic, raised the brim of his hat slightly, and narrowed his eyes.

Although there is usually a reduction in the authenticity of information from superiors to subordinates’ instructions, there is always a saying that needs to be understood and implemented by subordinates.

"What does that date of birth or name pronunciation mean? What has made you do this for hundreds of years? Say, what exactly is the instructions you received from the 'advisor'. As long as you cooperate with the interrogation, our department will ensure the decent 'qualitative report'."

"I don't know, I don't know fucking, I don't know!!"

The sound of iron chains suddenly made a big fuss.

This scholarly elegant temperament, Brez suddenly became manic!
Chapter completed!