Knock knock knock.
"Miss Olivia, Mr. Eaton sent me to find you."
"Please come in." A soft and charming voice sounded in his ears, as if someone was standing next to him and whispering.
Ed's finger as he knocked on the door stopped on the door panel.
"Echo" secret text?
Students of this secret text are dedicated to exploring the power contained in sounds, changing the source of sounds to create false information, and even using sound waves to damage the enemy's mind and hearing.
nightingale. I see……
He opened the door. The light in the office was very dark and there was no one in sight.
The cigar burned silently on the ashtray, and the curtains seemed to be emitting light gauze, fluttering gently. A crystal clear glass whiskey glass was placed on the balcony, and the crimson lip marks remaining on the rim of the glass could be vaguely seen.
The grand piano on the side slowly sounded. There was no one in front of it, and there was no automatic player operated by a punched paper roll -
It feels like the sea breeze is blowing through the silent lighthouse. The hay in the distance is falling in the wind, and the bitter and moist fragrance is blown by the wind. Like a crescent moon slowly floating in the brackish sea water.
The welcome ceremony of the Divine Bureau has always been a bit special...
Ed was no longer surprised. He walked to the window, picked up the cup and placed it gently on the desk:
"You left your glass on the window sill, Miss Olivia."
I saw a graceful figure in a black dress slowly emerging from the originally unoccupied seat, and a dark and obscure poisonous fragrance exuded from under the shawl:
"We meet again. Mr. Edgar Waikolo."
Miss Olivia's cheeks were flushed almost sickly, and the flashy makeup could not hide her weakness and haggardness.
Just as Ed expected, the opponent also used the "Moon Shadow" secret script, which can make the user disappear in dimly lit places, which is somewhat similar to a spirit body.
"Have we met before?" he asked.
"Yes, at Mr. Arthur Custer's funeral, you may not remember..."
She stretched out her hand, and gently closed the cup rim with her five fingers under the lace ruffled sleeves:
"How do you know I'm here? Talent? Wisdom? Or secret treasure?"
"I just made a random guess." Ed smiled harmlessly, "The cigar is still burning. It would be a waste to just throw such an expensive cigar aside."
The cigar will extinguish quickly when not inhaled, stop emitting smoke within a dozen seconds, and be completely extinguished within three to five minutes. There is still white smoke floating around, obviously it has just been placed on the ashtray.
"It looks like Mr. Eaton has recruited a smart guy. Central District Special Operations Team Captain, Olivia Forrester, nice to meet the new member."
Olivia stood up and gently shook hands with Ed. Her palms were almost weightless, as soft as bone and as cold as ice.
"Echo" and "Moon Shadow", dual secret text users, no wonder they can serve as captains of the most important central team. Ed thought.
A single secret text is enough for an extraordinary person to spend a lifetime exploring the mysteries. There are very few people who can adapt to multiple secret texts at the same time and have the same attainments.
"To make a long story short, Miss Nightingale. Mr. Eaton believes that the airship crash case is related to a retired colonel. His name is Corus Haken."
Released his palms, Ed bowed slightly and began to state the task assigned to him by Mr. Eaton:
"The East Area Team hopes to call the Difference Engine to query its personal files and request the Central Team to enter an alert state in order to deal with its possible next move."
"No problem. I will send regular agents to monitor key areas, and special operations agents will be fully equipped and ready at any time."
She took out a card from the drawer of the walnut desk and pushed it to Ed with both hands:
"This is my authorization card. You can go to the differential computer room on the first floor to check the information you need. Please return the card to me after use."
"Then I'll take my leave first."
Ed came to the reception room. The differential engine room behind the glass door is as broad and majestic as a chapel, occupying one-third of the entire building. The computing array composed of one giant differential engine after another is like forcing a twenty-car train. Go indoors.
Wearing gloves, masks, and chef hats, clerks scuttled like ants through the metal hills and wore ridiculous aprons, almost like a group of chefs.
The receptionist stopped him: "Please show your authorization card."
"I want to check for a man named Corus Haken, who once served as the commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment of the 3rd Lyria Expeditionary Force and the 4th Infantry Division." Ed handed over the card. "There is also information about Poppy Valley, especially the important events that happened there."
"Poppy Valley?" The other party frowned, glanced at him warily, and then said after repeatedly checking the authorization card:
"Okay, I will notify the staff to prioritize your inquiry request. Please wait here later."
I saw the receptionist filling out Ed's needs on a notepad, tearing off the paper, labeling it with a star, and inserting it into the front end of a pile of papers in the drawer basket. Then it is loaded into the transport capsule of the pneumatic pipe, and the tie rod is sent to the differential engine room.
"How long?" Ed asked.
"Twice the time."
Ed smiled knowingly, this is almost a slang in the industry——
Generally speaking, the calculation time of the difference engine has a simple and idealistic rule-it is always twice as long as the estimated time.
A maintenance mechanic's nightmare, "glitch" is a synonym for a differential engine. This delicate instrument can malfunction due to a variety of bizarre reasons - including but not limited to: temperature difference between day and night, humidity changes, dust, sneezing, distracting thoughts while using it, looking straight for too long...
This is why the staff inside are all wrapped up tightly. A single hair may cause an irreversible fatal failure of the difference engine.
After waiting for a long time, just when Ed was about to lose patience and wanted to go out for a walk, the receptionist took out a punched card from the transport capsule and inserted it into the printer, and a document was printed out:
"Here, this is the relevant information about Colonel Corus Haken;" he pressed it with a wire stapler. "The other is the relevant records of the Poppy Valley Massacre. This document is highly confidential. After reading, please be sure to return it and destroy it where it belongs.”
Corus Harken was born in Brefenshire in 836 AD and enlisted in the army in 855...
What I have talked about above is Colonel Haken's early military career. It can be seen that he has good command skills and military literacy, which enabled him to grow from a soldier to a senior officer.
Ed focused on the back:
In 868, Colonel Corus Haken led the First Infantry Regiment to garrison Poppy Valley, during which the "Poppy Valley Massacre" occurred. Colonel Haken's career suffered a major blow and he was not promoted again. He was still only a colonel until he retired in 887.
There is no mention of the specific content of the "Poppy Valley Massacre" in Colonel Corus Haken's file.
This is a little strange...
