"interesting."

"It seems that my treatment is more special than them. Not only did I not give me the 'means', I could also sit at the conference table and write a 'situation statement'."

Hearing that Pogleridge was going to give himself a set of pens and paper, Fanning took the initiative to pull a chair opposite him.

"Of course, Master Fanning." Mr. Wax immediately handed Fanning paper and pen, "You have also seen that the load of these 'wormology' incinerators is extremely limited, and the people below are still lined up in long queues. I already know that since you have to go back first, try not to occupy the position, and in fact, I hope you don't have to occupy the position in the future. By the way, you can also sort out the information on the 69th batch and the 70th batch of 'cleaning' list to review it for the leaders." Finally, he did not forget to give orders to his subordinates.

"Your plan is very effective. You can do anything, and you will be more serious and faster. You will first teach the guidance, and then build such a 'cremator' to show me your 'flow line' on the spot." Fanning glanced around again and suddenly smiled, "Oh, I understand, maybe it's because they are my old boss? There is an additional deterrent bonus to me?"

"Master Fanning, what you said is 'heavy and fast'. It's not bad to say that the Guidance School is your old boss, but how much do you know about the real Guidance School?"

Mr. Wax shook his wheelchair away from Fanning and moved closer to the other side of the conference table.

He took several copies of the new files sent by his subordinates, and while reading, he raised his hand lazily and pointed to the quill in Fanning's hand.

"Write your own, Master Fanning, think about it carefully and sort it out well. Before you can, the leader will first talk to our President P. Brez."

"It seems that 'talking well' is always difficult for your hall." Fanning's mouth moved, and the quill in his hand turned around like in the classroom when he was a teenager. "What do you want to talk about, you still have to say clearly. I will write it or not, how much, depending on my mood, or you will find a recorder to record it. It will be more professional. Now I look like I want to say but stop, I don't even want to guess the girl's mind. Who knows what you want? Oh, can I write a song for your hall? "

"Of course." The sound of paper turning sounded, Mr. Wax focused on reading, his tone was still leisurely. "Master Fanning, you can explain too much, much more than anyone else. Write something, draw signs, draw a secret, talk about Vincent's affairs, theaters, or just simply express your opinion first. Even if you write a song, it may arouse our interest."

"These are all within your own considerations, depending on what the leader said when he came, and whether you listened to it. It depends on what you judge the situation on the eve of the ceremony and what you want to actively explain to the organization on the eve of the announcement of the results."

"'Advancement' requires cost and is the most lacking in the level of struggle, and our hall will not force you to do anything today. There are some truths, about the relationship between the 'top position' and the 'top person', the leader has taught you that after today, you should leave, and you must leave first. If you suddenly don't want to go back to Janus, the organization will have to send someone to invite you back."

"I just write more now, and then write less. Now I write enough now, and there is no need to write it afterwards. Maybe huh? It seems that the time to guide the school to do this is much longer than I thought before." Mr. Wax said slowly at the end, and seemed to have lost attention to Fanning for a while, and the topic shifted to the survey file I read.

Even when Boglerici in the main seat was reading the document, his eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

"Well, then, the dream device used to destroy corpses in the depths of the wreckage of the 'incinerator' may have existed since the beginning of the 5th century of the New Calendar. It has been about 500 years since then?" Mr. Wax tapped his fingertips on the wheelchair armrests and slowly thought out loud.

He seemed to have no intention of avoiding Fanning's presence, and perhaps even today, he deliberately brought Fanning to this occasion to "explain the problem".

And this sentence made Fanning feel a sense of "reversal" doubt.

Could it be that this row of "cremated corpse furnaces" were not repaired by the Special Inspection Hall?

The special patrol hall went through a lot of trouble to make a "custody agreement" and created a construction-like movement in this secret realm of rushing. All they were repaired were the prisons and interrogation rooms below? Through the steel shadows and crack-like structures in the "incinerator", they were connected to this place?

"The deceased number 424-101, a female, born on January 6, 424, died in the 435th year of the 11th year, and was secretly killed at the age of 11."

"The deceased number 430-019, male, born on January 6, 430, and died in the year 433 of the new calendar. Oh, this boy was secretly killed when he was only 3 years old."

"The deceased number 515-501, male, born on January 6, 515, the victim spans more than 80 years, but his birthday is still January 6?"

Fanning, who was beside him, frowned when he heard this, and he was full of doubts and conjectures.

"The deceased number 855-030, another file for women more than 300 years later, the birthday of both January 6th." Mr. Wax crossed the file thickness of more than 50 centimeters and unveiled another file, "Mr. P. Brez, this time it should be the year when you are the president, hehe, I want to ask you curiously, what's wrong with the people born on January 6th? Why do you guide the school so continuously and persistently search the birthers of this date?"

"It's not all. The sir, there are also different birthdays." A inspector next to him reminded, "We put it in this stack, accounting for a little less. The current proportion is 35%. The dates of birth are different and there is no rule, but their strangeness has changed the place, and the strange thing is the name!"

"And, the files we have discovered are generally 200 years later in life. In other words, it is basically the case of "distinct name" starting from the year of "7". Of course, the "distinct birthday" situation on January 6th still continues."

"Oh, the first one is my own personnel files back then, I'm determined." Mr. Wax stretched out his hand to uncover another stack, and suddenly smiled, "Well, I was still a middle-level member of the Guizhou School at that time. It seemed to be in the 745th year of the New Calendar? Fortunately, I realized it was early."

"Let me see what happened later in this chapter, in the year 751 of the New Calendar, Lushenka Striaben, in the year 759 of the New Calendar, Yabin Scried, in the year 790 of the New Calendar, Estel Sgliarvin, in the year 856 of the New Calendar, Serquia Elvela, the name is quite similar to mine."

Fanning, who was standing beside him, felt his brows getting deeper and deeper. Of course, he tended to be more confused when managing his expression.

"In addition to your birth date, there seems to be another route - to carry out screening and search through a certain similar, some anchored pronunciation?" asked Mr. Wax.
Chapter completed!