The second Ms. Besher who was named was the emerging music critic group that emerged in Tioley Igles County and the editor-in-chief of the Kyle Isum Review.

"Dadadadadadada"

The leather shoes sounded and the other policemen walked towards her.

Compared to the first Don Yetus, there were only two people who took him away.

The role of "taking out a notebook to record" is another unsightly male companion who had long been sitting next to Ms. Beschel.

"Mrs. Isseth Puschoer." The name was pronounced in the soundtrack.

Mrs. Pushoel, from the prestigious family of musical score publishers in Teollein.

"Mr. Lorrain Chapman."

"Mr. Serrov Meirnig."

"Prince Peter Bardoromai."

Mr. Wax speaks at a low speed and is slow, and occasionally looks up.

These people

Sales Director of Hoffman Records, the leading organization of the Recording Industry Association;

The designer and creator of many well-known theaters, and the famous architectural acoustics expert in Janus;

and one of the local heads of Turner Art Cinema, a tenured professor and parish priest from the Pontuya Theological Seminary.

The sound of leather shoes on the ground is everywhere.

A number of well-known people in society were taken away from the scene in full view of the public.

The air in the square was so gloomy that it seemed like water was dripping.

"Duke Tfan Rudneff."

After Mr. Wax finished reading this man's name, he continued to turn the page with a "click".

The Duke of the Empire who sold the famous zither "Sol Ruby" to himself was also on the list!?

Fanning frowned, of course, his expression was no different from most people in the square.

Although he did not have much friendship with Duke Rudneff, Mingqin's transaction also followed the rules of art trading and was not burdened by humans.

But from this perspective, there are far more people associated with me than I imagined.

Editor-in-chief Don Yetus won’t mention it, and there is no need to mention Hoffman Records. Even Mrs. Puschol was the first partner publisher to negotiate when she tried to publish piano music before graduation.

At this last moment, Fanning was not afraid of "involvement" or something, but it was never a good thing to contact too widely.

It can be imagined that at least a part of the proportion may be related to "wormology".

Maybe it's too much to worry about it?

I have no broader connection with it. After all, the circles between high-ranking people and high-ranking people always overlap, except for myself, the people around me have also more or less dated them.

Is it a secret pollution?

What is the major factor for pollution?

When this special inspection hall was chanting the list, it actually brought a respectful title, and it didn't come with a reason.

"Mr. Peragia Aubridge."

This man is a sculptor of the "San Pelto Separatist".

"Mr. Achilles von Malevich."

"Dega Kabanel"

There are several people from the art world.

The searchlight-like light became stronger and stronger, the atmosphere was extremely depressed, and everyone's face turned pale.

Gradually, the breathing of the people in the square seemed to be heard.

These people who are pronounced with different names have different reactions.

Most of them lost their bloody complexion in their faces, almost limp, and were carried away by the police all the way away from the square.

Some of them fainted during the process and even had incontinence.

However, there are also some indifferent things that seem to be "knowingly this way".

For example, the old gentleman in a tuxedo who stood up just now slowly took off his hearing aid and fell to the ground before the police walked to his side.

There are also people who are excited and loudly defending.

"Professor von Kilstedt."

"Earl of Cordoba Papadopolos."

"Mr. Lorenzo Canova-Masaccio."

""

This list is much longer than Fanning has seen before.

At that time, Fanning landed on the Vanessa, met the Special Inspection Office at the Tuya Port next to it, and returned the crazy Inspector Junker. After tying the authorities together, the other party began to share the "cleaning" list with him.

Real-time notification, the threat is self-evident.

However, Fanning remembers that the number of people on each issue is only 20 or 30.

But this time, the number of people who were read was far more than before.

Moreover, since most of these people's seats were in the front and center, for a time, some obvious vacancies gradually appeared in front of the square, which was originally crowded with people.

There are more and more vacancy.

Mr. Wax read slowly, and seemed to be getting slower and slower.

It seems not, it is just a simple experience of suffering.

At some point, the sound stopped.

Some people showed relief, while others took out a handkerchief to wipe their foreheads.

Then he saw Mr. Wax reach out and twist the glue wire of the pickup electrode microphone in front of him.

I changed my direction and took a few shots from top to bottom.

Only temporarily interrupt notification.

He just wanted to adjust the sound effect.

"Pu", "Puu", "Puuu"

In the sound transmission cylinder, the low and frigid slap sound kept echoing over the square.

This person slowly tinkered and adjusted for a while.

"Baron Leonor Moreau."

A voice like a death talisman sounded again.

After finishing reading, I paused for several more seconds.

This time it was because this name happened to come to the end again.

"Click."

Mr. Wax unveiled another page and spent a lot of time.

The material of this manuscript seems to be very hard and heavy, and the size is relatively large, so it cannot be turned quickly.

"Professor Yolanda Del Eschweller."

"Prince Ascanio Montefal."

"General Philome Alvara."

The sound continues.

"Smacking"

Suddenly, someone applauded on the seat.

Everyone looked at him.

A middle-aged man with a beard had his shirt collar stuck to his neck, and his head was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

He did reach out to take a slap just now.

It was indeed his photograph.

The sound is abrupt.

Now that I was being looked around by everyone, I shivered unnaturally, but I stood up the next moment.

"Ba.b.ba."

He gritted his teeth and insisted on clapping his hands as if he had made up his mind.
To be continued...