"Don't come over to see me, don't check on it, and don't jump down."

The old man couldn't turn over, couldn't raise his head, couldn't see whether Fan Ning had left or not, and couldn't hear whether Fan Ning had responded to him, so he held on to his last breath and continued to explain hard and repeatedly.

"If you can get up, run quickly."

"Continue to play your piano well and write your music"

Fan Ning's face was covered in blood, and his teeth had bitten his lips. He opened his mouth desperately, trying to give a response, but no sound came out. Finally, he turned around.

The moment he turned around and staggered out, Dean Gould's entire body collapsed into pieces of flesh, with purple light still jumping around.

The black slime hanging on the steel bars began to squirm and convulse again, crawling and gathering at a slower speed than before.

"The police are here! Everyone, calm down! Evacuate in an orderly manner!"

Large numbers of police officers in uniforms and armed with various types of firearms filed in from various passages of the symphony hall. At a rough estimate, there were hundreds of them.

Blood continued to drip from his face. Fan Ning took less than three steps, and his already dry spirit suddenly felt a creepy feeling again!

A huge, twisted "Dream Man" face with sticky black hair stood up from behind his shoulders!

"Get down!" A male voice with a strong nasal voice sounded.

A man wearing a soft felt hat and a silver-gray windbreaker suddenly appeared in front of Fan Ning's eyes.

It was as if he had always been here before and was only being noticed now.

It’s none other than Special Patrol Agent Benjamin!

Fan Ning's scalp went numb and he hurriedly lay down. He had already exhausted his energy and energy. This time, he completely lost all strength. After rolling on the ground uncontrollably for a few times, he hit the leg of a chair in the auditorium.

He shook his head vigorously a few times, struggled to sit up, and then saw Benjamin holding the crimson pipe in his mouth!

A sudden change occurred, and "Dream Man"'s black mucus slipped out in large swaths, and finally turned into a transparent human face without blood.

"Wow!!! Wow! - Wow! Wow"

This transparent human face had a ferocious expression, and it kept howling, but the sound became smaller and smaller, and finally it was distorted and deformed, and it was sucked into the pipe!

There was a "bang" sound, and the crimson pipe was put into a black box.

This "dream man" or "phantom man" created by several secret organizations seems to have been sealed by the Special Patrol Office with some special ritual or means!

Fan Ning seemed to suddenly understand something.

He sat on the ground, looked up and watched Benjamin finish these actions and then walk to him.

The other party took out a green candle that was only the size of his little finger, rubbed the wick with his fingers, and lit it.

Then he leaned over, placed it next to himself, turned around and left.

The candle burned extremely fast, turning into ashes in just a few breaths, leaving only fine green smoke lingering around Fan Ning.

The inspiration was still dry, but Fan Ning felt that the physical pain had recovered. Although he felt weak as if recovering from a serious illness and was extremely sleepy, at least he could move with complete freedom.

"Is this why you want me to give up my graduation concert?" Fan Ning stood up and spoke in a deep voice.

The man in the silver windbreaker didn't even look back, and walked straight past the scattered corpses and unconscious people towards the stage.

"What's the difference between you and those secret organizations that worship evil gods?"

No response.

"In order to achieve this goal, you have single-handedly contributed to the death of so many students and Dean Gould. Do you think you are worthy of claiming to be the control agency of the mysterious side of the empire?"

The symphony hall still echoes with the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground or stepping on liquid.

"Why are you speechless now? Do you think that at this point, all parties will silently accept this result? Are you the mastermind, are you condoning it, or are you using it, without even a single explanation?" Fan Ning's questioning became louder and louder.

Come bigger.

Benjamin, who had reached the edge of the stage pit, finally turned around.

He looked at Fan Ning from afar, his tone was calm and cold:
Chapter completed!