old dream

Chapter 274 Language magic, informant

The inexplicable bronze plaque was still hanging on the door of the office, "Pigeon droppings and Electromagnetic Hazard Investigation Department". There was a faint noise coming from inside. Colin pushed the door open, and saw that the place was already a mess.

Emil was rummaging through things with someone, almost all the cabinets were opened, and the desk was full of sundries and documents sealed in kraft paper.Colin looked at their raised shapes and guessed that there should be groups of photo films inside.

In addition to Emil and the old man I met last time, there are three more people here.In addition, there are piles of materials everywhere, which makes the originally small office very crowded.Colin moved sideways carefully so as not to knock over the documents and film.

The old man with reading glasses was still curled up on the wicker chair, trembling with some scraps of newspaper clippings and papers with glue.Colin caught a glimpse of a fragment: "The Burglary of the Aisne Cathedral".In this completely chaotic scene, the fragile old man and the piece of paper are like boats on the top of the waves, which makes people feel a little worried.

Emil was hunched over, flipping through things, throwing a fit at a member who looked like a female student.Although the latter didn't say a word, his expression looked like he was ready to pinch someone at any time.

Sitting on the other side of the table was a smiling man in formal attire, holding a briefcase that had no place to be placed in his hand, but he felt that he was not a member of the investigation department, because he was the only one who was leisurely.Seeing Colin walk in, the man stood up and stretched out a hand:

"Sir Amo Gattuso?" he asked, holding a form with a photo in his other hand.

"I am," replied Colin, shaking his hand.

"I am a traffic officer returning to the mainland from Yago Station, passing through Danaro."

Yago, which is the center of East Nale, Colin thought about it.Passing through Danaro, it happened to bring some physical documents here to Baidu.He should be the one who recorded the coordinates.

The traffic officer didn't talk too much nonsense: "If there is no problem, let's start recording the coordinates." He said.

Measuring rituals have been installed on the tabletops, checked beforehand by traffic officers.Colin nodded, and after sitting down, he began to focus on the metal poles in the position.The other party took out the form, paper and pen, and prepared to record the results.

It seems that the scope of activities of the organization of the "pigeon droppings investigation department" is larger than I imagined, and it has its own postal network.This is also a matter of course. Text can be sent by red letter or telegram, but film and physical documents cannot.And if the confidentiality level of the information is too high, it is impossible to rely on the civilian postal system.

After all, maybe when the mail passes through an ally, it may be opened for inspection.

The speed of coordinate measurement was slower than he thought, and the pen in the hand of the traffic officer remained silent for a long time.While waiting, Colin's heart was slightly suspended.The amber pendant-like coordinate stabilization device was in his jacket pocket. It was hard to say that there would never be any problems, but he never reached out to touch it.

During this period, Emil and the others finally found all the photo films they needed, sealed them together with other documents in several kraft paper bags, and handed them to the traffic staff.The tossing in the office came to an end, and several people returned to their positions.

Except for the traffic officer, the remaining two unfamiliar faces should be other members of the investigation department.

One of them was a young woman with short, straight hair that reached her ears. Her sitting posture and movements were neat and capable, like a student in a military academy.

The other person is a man in his forties to 50 years old, with a few horizontal lines on his face, but he does things in a leisurely manner.He was also the one who found the film he needed from the mountains of materials just now.

After about 10 minutes, the traffic officer's pen began to record.This coordinate seems unexpectedly long.Colin observed the swaying trajectory of his pen, trying to see the number of coordinate paragraphs from the number of pauses.As a result, the traffic officer wrote a total of 6 minutes and paused about 74 times.

That is, this coordinate may have 74 dimensions.

Correspondingly, the imaginary spectrum will be restored to a 74-dimensional coordinate system.And this may still be just a projection after dimensionality reduction.

"Where is the red letter instrument?" the traffic officer asked, Emil got up and led him to another small room.

The member's coordinates must be one of the most confidential information of the investigation department. According to the Emil, it will be transmitted using a one-time code book that cannot be deciphered.But Ke Lin didn't expect that there would be a red letter instrument here. You must know that in the entire Stade, there are only a few of them in the seminary.After another 10 minutes, the traffic officer walked out of the Hongxin newspaper room and put the few documents that Emir had sorted out into his briefcase.There was a faint smell of burning in the air, because the paper on which the coordinates were recorded had been burned on the spot.

Before leaving, the traffic officer gave a military salute to the old man dozing on the wicker chair.

Ke Lin knew that from this moment on, "Amo" really became a member of this organization.

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"The girl's name is Ellie, and the boy's name is Rui. They can be called by their first names in the future. They get along very well."

Walking on the path with Colin, Emil briefly introduced the other two intelligence officers of the investigation department, as if there was no introduction.

"As for the old man," Emile said:
"As long as you know he's 'Commander'."

"We are responsible for collecting intelligence, sending it to Baidu's professional analysis department, and defending against infiltration from outside the alliance."

"In fact, every intelligence officer here is capable of leading a small city's intelligence station, Edu Station, Fallon Station, and even Cold Harbor Station. But here, at the special Danaro Station, we are both generals and pawns .”

Having said that, Emil suddenly changed the topic, and he confessed to Colin:
"Actually, I can use language magic. Influence other people's minds through words and hints."

"Out of the basic etiquette of the craft, I should tell you. I have hinted at you, too," he said.

"For example... the phrase 'Behind the words lies the infinite'?" Colin said.

Emil seemed a little surprised that Colin could detect language magic, and he continued:

"Yeah, just a simple gag spell to incline people to keep it secret. But don't worry about it later. I won't make any hints about official members, bottom line."

"In addition, there are those invalid information chatted on the road that day. They are true, but they are only used to confuse the view and leave bait for potential enemies."

potential enemy.Hearing this, Colin said:
"Actually, I was attacked when I went back that day."

He relayed the incident of being followed by Frank and others in the ninth game a few days ago, and briefly omitted the process of getting out of trouble.

"Sure enough." Emil frowned, clenched his fists, but didn't say anything immediately.

Both wore the uniforms of the Investigations Department - they looked like pigeon droppings.The purpose of this trip is to introduce Colin to some intelligence agents and informants.Those people are just peripheral members, and most of them don't even know who they are serving.

But they are the tentacles of the investigation department.

“Normally, intelligence officers don’t meet with front-line moles and informants,” Emil said:
"This kind of thing is usually done by a special traffic officer. In this way, even if the informant is caught, the entire department behind it will not be involved."

But the investigation department with only five members does not have such conditions, so it can only take the risk to do it by itself.

Emile briefly stated some working principles.Colin found that although he had no real experience in the intelligence department, he was quite familiar with this method.Because when he was a child in the "hometown" full of sulfur mines in Senal, he had already studied with some night people.

The huge but silently operating Stade institution was also established according to this set of principles.

There are many things that were laid long, long ago.

In the evening, Colin and Emil visited more than a dozen residences and buildings one by one in the name of investigating the accumulation of pigeon manure, and eight of them were actually the residence or work place of the informant.Some of them are foreign students, humble staff, and even housewives.

As usual, today's plan is to contact ten informants, and it is estimated that it will be over in two or three hours.

However, when they walked into the residence of the ninth informant, they only saw a dead body.

(End of this chapter)