As he walked along the way, Fanning saw more and more difficult scenes.

For example, the cage in front of me looked obviously vacant and didn't even have a figure, but the two guards were always in a tense state as if they were facing a great enemy. After a closer look, the surface of the fences was full of ring-shaped convex marks, like countless maggots creeping inside!

On the other hand, Pastor Ledia, wearing a bird-mouth mask, picked up his chin with an iron hook. He was obviously in an interrogation posture, but he was interrogating himself, which added a bit strange to the scene. The woman's gloves were soaked in sweat, and her fingertips were trembling: "Motivation! Your motivation to study 'wormology'!?"

Soon, Fanning in the dream changed direction with Pogleridge.

The two of them walked vertically upwards along a rusty tower crane-like object in violation of gravity.

This is really a prison.

A "wormology" prison built by the Special Inspection Office.

Fanning noticed that it was even divided into several "functional areas" in an orderly manner.

For example, at the beginning, it was a place for detention and interrogation.

Now it's time to be executed.

The methods are also different.

A large part of them are similar to "demon hunting bullets" that can cause destructive damage to spirituality, but there are other things. For example, just now, a group of torturers nailed long spikes into a painter's spine, and then turned the gear handle "kick" and the man's blood vessels quickly raised like earthworms. A sticky "hoho" sound came from the vocal cords. Then the body was cracked into pieces after pieces, and the golden pink pus seeped into a large area. Several torturers knelt on the spot and vomited out vomit of the same color and shape.

Along the way, Fan Ning saw more and more people appearing on the "cleaning list" of the first few batches!

And the one in front of you is

"Lord Neshemi!?"

Fanning couldn't help but exclaim.

The little nobleman who held the throne of viscount in Uvrancill, the father of Joan Nissimi in the 894th year of the New Calendar!?

He would not admit his mistake, Fanning would not admit his mistake, Qiong's father's face, and his first appointment as an "art consultant" is still in sight, and he has a bit of weight since his chin and is also recognizable.

But now Lord Neshemi in the prison appeared in front of Fanning in a very "beautiful" form - was he executed? Or was he waiting to be executed? Fanning couldn't tell the difference - this man turned his head and hugged the wooden table, the muscles, blood vessels and internal organs had merged with it, and grew outward with amazing vitality, like woven vines, climbing up and unfolding along the fence layer by layer, forming sarcoma and organs, hanging all over the prison, colorful and fruitful.

"Miss Joan Nissimi, a member of the Bologna School, is the former chief of the flute department of the old Symphony Orchestra." Suddenly, Mr. Wax's voice sounded in Fanning's ears!

The chief secret historian seemed to be leading the team himself to escort some important figures. At this moment, the figure appeared ghostly from Fanning's side, followed by a longer string of investigators.

"Miss Joan Nissimi, Master Fanning, do you know her current situation?" he asked immediately.

"Don't know."

"Didn't care about her situation?"

"So what if you want to care?"

"Our hall is checking."

"Is there anything that your hall is looking into?" Fanning glanced at the gray man in the wheelchair.

"As you can see, some people have to be cleaned." Mr. Wax laughed inexplicably, "Especially in extraordinary times, there are many people trying to subvert the system, and there are also many people who are happy to see the unstable situation. Many conspiracies have been discovered one after another. In this situation, the other few people, they may not be such people, and they do not have such malicious intentions. However, due to their personality and their influence is relatively large, it is easy to create some bad and sensitive impressions on the organization, commonly known as the gun hit."

"Ha, your hall first moved the 'muzzle' to someone else's house, and then said that someone else hit the gun. I really thank you for the Guidance School."

"Guiding School?" Mr. Wax shook his head and smiled, "There is no more Guiding School now."

"You guys!" Fanning frowned.

What's the meaning!?

"Personist! Dictator!"

Suddenly another familiar man's voice came from behind, angry and hysterical!

Gray smoke rolled in and out between the escorts, and a man who was stabbed like a hedgehog with thick bronze needles was pushed past Fanning in a prison car.

It is the mentor of the Guiding School, physicist and engineer Carmen Leon!

"Personist! Dictator! Ambitionist! Conspirator!" The shouts gradually faded away.

Fanning's face really changed this time.

"Continue to ask for it, Master Fanning, the leader has gone away." Mr. Wax never turned his head and looked at it more.

In the end, Fanning followed the team all the way and was led to a high platform where the "steel bracket" and "black cracks" grew.

There are about a dozen huge "cremation furnaces" arranged in half-rings!

The space above the wreckage was a mess, something that looked like a flame and a garbage dump!

A bottom-up "magma"-shaped conveyor belt pushed up the bodies with different deaths after the execution.

If it can still be called "human corpse".

Investigators first carefully wrapped the bodies with transparent umbilical cord-like substances, and then sent them into the incinerator with a nervous expression.

This is a more ordinary executed person.

On the top floor of the crematorium where Fanning stands, there are also a dozen other figures who enjoy more special treatment: they were executed without being below, but were directly detained here.

Their mental state was a bit dazed, some people opened their eyes and some were closed, their minds were in a state of intermittent waking, and there were pens and papers on each of them on their desks.

"Master Fanning, haha, sure enough, you have never escaped the persecution of these guys, hehe, hahaha" A man with disheveled hair in the prison raised his head.

It is the president of the Guiding School, P. Brez!!

This school leader, who usually looks like a gentle scholar, has his hands and feet tied with chains, and the spine behind him is twisted and raised back for some reason.

"Everyone, it's a new day. Have you ever recalled anything new?"

Mr. Wax shook his wheelchair and checked the paper distributed to everyone in turn.

He read the part of the handwriting and handed it over to the leader for review.

"Master Fanning, if the conditions are limited, just sit opposite me first." During this period, he pointed to the empty place in front of him.

There was a long ordinary conference table suddenly placed there, and various files were piled up like mountains. Pogleridge sat on the chair in the head reading the paper pages presented by Mr. Wax, and then looked up at Fanning:
Chapter completed!