Silent Crown: The 346th review
It was still a cold and narrow room, still a pale light, and another cold voice came from the darkness.
"Name."
"Charles, male, 19 years old, unmarried, loved, no regrets, guaranteed, not a Virgo, salty, no card..."
Under the light, the shaggy-haired young man chattered with one mouth until an angry palm slapped on the table: "Ask what do you say! Don't talk about it!"
"Good, good." Charles smiled all over his face: "I'm not afraid you are tired."
"Huh, that's not necessarily."
The voice in the dark is full of mockery: "I heard that you also want to join us, but according to what we know, you don't even seem to be an official musician?"
"But my education is high!"
Charles said with a serious face: "I still graduated from Anglo Royal College of Musicians anyhow! I graduated with perfect scores! I broke the record of music history! Moreover, I am so versatile! I can sing, dance and draw. Write, or I'll sing to you..."
Slap!
The sound of tapping the table interrupted him. The person in the dark snorted: "Ask or answer, don't talk about irrelevant things."
"Good, good." Charles nodded and sat upright, like a schoolboy in class.
"You used to work in the technical department of the Royal Academy. As far as I know, you are Master Newton's personal assistant. What is your main responsibility?"
Slap!
The sound of an angry beating on the table sounded, it was Charles.
The person in the dark was frightened, but saw Charles pressing the table furiously.
"Don't you know! That old thing is simply not a human! It's not a human!"
He pointed to his face with a look of indignation: "Look, I'm from a prestigious school in the holy city of 985/211 anyway! Ever since I followed that old bastard, I patronized him by recruiting prostitutes. Order food, buy wine, buy horses, write reports, run reimbursements, wipe your butt! And your old **** patronizes himself and plays, but he doesn't take me! You say he is something! I can't help but mention it. Angry, sir, my heart is bitter..."
Charles talked incessantly. It took five or six minutes for the censor to react and force him to shut up. After the baptism of Charles's mental retardation, his brain was obviously not enough, and he was confused for a long time before continuing:
"Are you a registered mechanical engineer of the Holy City?"
"Yes."
Charles nodded as if pecking rice, with a pure expression: "Actually, it was bought from the fake diploma at the east gate of the school! Eighty yuan a copy, with photos! Sir, if you need it, it’s better than I help. Can you introduce it?"
"Shut up!"
……
Fifteen minutes later, Charles went back to his room and fell on the dirty bed, digging his head and feet.
It's been seven full days, a week.
He has been lying here since he woke up in a coma. He has no idea how he got here or where he is. For the past seven days, people have come to deliver meals every day, three meals a day, after eating, sleeping, eating, and getting up to go to the toilet, you need to report.
Besides, apart from the group of people who came out of prison with me, I have never seen other members of the revolutionary army from beginning to end.
It's no different from a prison at all.
Not even the roommate changed.
"Yo, you are back."
The **** man on the bed raised his head and opened his mouth and said: "Internal review is very troublesome, right?"
"Yeah, but it's okay."
Charles pretended to still speak to the bearded man, with a smile: "Everyone is a good person, don't embarrass me."
The squirming thing stiffened, as if froze, and quickly shook his head: "Don't worry, Mr. Constantine values you very much, it's just a routine matter."
As he spoke, his flesh and blood twitched, leaving a lavender mucus behind. The distorted and deformed face opened and closed, and the voice of speech contained a certain noise.
The room covered in some kind of flesh and blood was full of rotting smell, and the walls squirmed like a monster's stomach.
Charle did not speak, just lay on the 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 a thousand smiles overlapped.
Charles covered the quilt and curled up in the darkness.
"******."
He whispered softly.
******……
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In another room, in the silence, someone knocked on the door and pushed in.
Constantine sat at the window, read the book silently, and raised his head when he noticed someone coming in.
"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, his tone was ironic: "So, my life under house arrest can also end?"
The reviewer smiled: "Master Gaius is also for your safety. After all, the wind is tight outside now, so it's best not to go out."
Constantin looked at him, "Then you can lock it up for review?"
"This is only necessary for safety." The reviewer explained: "After all, it is difficult to guarantee that there are no undercover agents in the group."
"Who do you think looks like an undercover agent?"
Constantin smiled and pointed to himself: "Do you look like me?"
"My lord, what are you talking about."
The reviewer's smile became somewhat reluctant.
"I have been running around for decades, and this deputy commander did nothing but name. I'm afraid that many people in the organization don't recognize me?" Constantine said lightly, "I can come out this time, I'm afraid some people won't. I am very happy. An old devil like me did not die in it..."
The reviewer's expression became stiff and did not answer.
Constantine smiled, did not continue to say, just asked faintly: "Gaius is in the holy city now, right?"
The reviewer was silent for a long time and nodded slowly.
"Why doesn't he want to see me?"
"...Master Gaius has important preparations now, so he has no time to look after him for the time being."
"I understand."
Constantine nodded, his pupils drooping, seemingly disappointed.
"I won't bother you to rest anymore."
The reviewer carefully placed the document on the table: "There has been speculation about the ‘undercover’ thing. There will be some unpleasant things in the next few days, I hope you don’t mind."
Constantine opened the file and saw the photos sandwiched inside.
"It turned out to be him?"
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Dinner time, the office of the silent agency.
There is silence, **** everywhere, and maps of the holy city and documents of the past years are piled everywhere. The trash can smelled of overnight food, and the smell of men's socks.
Several sleeping bags were randomly rolled up and thrown in the corner.
On the table were a few boxes of pizzas that had just been delivered, and a group of people who hadn't had a bath for a long time were immersed in the takeout, and no one dared to speak.
The atmosphere solidified.
It's like hiding an ether bomb in the room about to explode.
Behind the desk, the cigarette butts in the ashtray piled up into a mountain. Someone was lying on a chair with his feet on the pile of papers on the desk. Looking down at a cup of heavy books, his gray hair was messy.
For so many days, no one has ever seen Ye Qingxuan go to bed. He seems to have been sitting behind that desk, watching them silently, with bloodshot eyes sharp, as if to pierce everything. Disguise and find out that ghost.
Occasionally in his free time, he flips through the book like he does 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 dodged in a panic.
It’s been a week now!
Anyone can feel that the seemingly calm young man in front of him is about to explode.
No one wants that bomb to blow on his head.
This guy never mind finding someone to vent at will!
Because of this ~IndoMTL.com~ Everyone has been working hard these days, and the efficiency of work has increased several times compared with the past. If they still have bonuses to send out at the end of the month, they will be delighted.
It's a pity that all the bonuses were deducted by Ye Qingxuan.
The suffocating silence continued.
In silence, Ye Qingxuan's book read one after another, fast and without gaps. It's as if what I'm looking at is not an obscure music theory, but a legendary novel filled with millions of words.
As the pile of books gets higher and higher, everyone's hearts become more and more tangled. It's like when that stack of books collapses, they will be buried completely.
They seemed to see this young man burst out completely, sending them one by one into the picture of the Tower of Judgment.
Until the rush of footsteps sounded, the sweaty messenger opened the door and said something that almost made everyone weeping:
"We found the Shire!" (To be continued.)