More and more polite knocking sounds came from the front. Feng Xue stood up gracefully and threw the blanket on the bed. She glanced at the lunch delivered by the secretary, but noticed the slightly weird expression on the other person's face. .
Before he could think about it, the secretary said in "Zhuyinyan Mandarin":
"Today is a day off. You can rest for a while and continue tomorrow."
"Oh?" Feng Xue deliberately looked a little surprised when she heard this, but she still nodded, took the plate and started eating.
There is no doubt that Jeston is not the kind of boss who would take the initiative to give his employees a holiday. In other words, the only reason why the other party did not let him make phantoms today is that he was in trouble.
And this trouble is most likely related to phantoms.
"Are those trying to get a piece of the pie from me taking action?" Feng Xue thought silently, feeling the feedback that it stopped moving after it reached about twenty copies.
He didn't think that there were only twenty people in the entire Colombia who were qualified to take advantage of Jeston. The only possibility for this to happen was that those who got the news cut off the spread of the news, allowing Jeston to The news that Dun got the mass-produced phantom was limited to a small circle.
However, people who can do this kind of thing would not think that others might have gotten the news. In the past few days, Jeston may not have the opportunity to draw him to make phantoms.
Thinking of this, Feng Xue finally felt a sense of joy in her heart. The last piece of the puzzle was finally completed!
…
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
"Please come in." With a professional voice, a prison guard walked into the office. Looking at the man who was processing documents, the prison guard said directly:
"Mr. Smilter, the prisoner you requested to focus on, has been talking in a low voice since just now."
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Smilt immediately put down the document in his hand, stood up and said:
"Do you know what he's talking about?"
"I don't know. The voice was very low. I could only hear some syllables, but we couldn't understand the language of those people." The prison guard shook his head and added:
"You told your boss that you wouldn't come into contact with them otherwise, so I didn't dare to ask."
"I got it, I'll go over there right away." The secretary picked up the smartphone. Now the boss was arguing with Mr. Loken, so he had to go alone.
Smilt's office was not too close to the prison where Wu was imprisoned, but he hurriedly arrived at the heavy iron door within ten minutes.
Even before the heavy iron door was opened, Smilt heard bursts of shrill wails coming from behind the door. Although he couldn't understand what was being said, the sounds were undoubtedly full of madness, pain and resentment.
The prison guard opened the iron door and his voice suddenly rose a few levels higher. It seemed that he was worried that Mr. Secretary might misunderstand that they were not managing well, so he still explained:
"Since the day these guys came in, there have been people screaming from time to time. At first there were only one or two, and they would stop when they got tired. But starting from this morning, there were more and more people screaming, and they stopped continuously in the afternoon. It doesn’t even stop.”
Smilt was not surprised by this situation. As a direct descendant of Jeston, he knew some information about "ghosts", which naturally included the fact that they would disappear after being imprisoned for a period of time. Knowing that basically every ghost would enter a state of hysterical madness before disappearing, it was not that he had never heard of it when he delivered food to Feng Xue before, but it was just not as exaggerated as it is now.
Compared to this meaningless noise, he only cared about what the gentleman who could produce magical items was mumbling.
But when he walked to Feng Xue's cell, he found that the situation was different from what he imagined.
At this time, Feng Xueping was no different from usual. He was wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the bed with his knees in his arms, and put the dictionary on his knees. The only difference from the past was that he did not seem to be copying the words today. card.
However, Feng Xue's chanting was not hysterical or resentful as he imagined, nor was it like a preparatory spell recited in preparation for performing some magic.
He just held the Yanwei Dictionary and kept making sounds that were not too loud but not too quiet. It was just difficult to hear clearly in the noisy environment around him.
Among such a bunch of piercing roars that sounded like madness, Feng Xue's tranquility and leisure seemed so out of place, as if a philosopher had blended in among a group of villains.
"Bang, bang, bang." Under Feng Xue's peculiar temperament, Smilt couldn't help but relax his movements and gently knocked on the fence. Although the sound was not loud, it could at least be heard in a noisy environment. After hearing the sound several times in succession, Feng Xue finally raised his head.
After noticing Smilt, he stopped reciting, slowly picked up the chain of the shackles, and put his legs and shackles together by the bed. Because of the shackles, he did not wear the clothes he wore yesterday. Instead of the high-end leather shoes that came with his clothes, he was wearing prison shoes that came with his prison uniform, which made his wrinkled dress even more weird.
"Is there something?" It was still a word-based communication without grammar, but the secretary noticed that the other party's pronunciation seemed to be a little more accurate. However, he suppressed the question for the time being and directly asked the purpose of this visit:
"What were you saying in the corner before?"
What Feng Xue gave was an answer that surprised Smilt, but was also reasonable -
"I'm learning Victorian."
Having said this, Feng Xue turned around, picked up the dictionary placed on the stall, pointed to the grammar page as an appendix, flipped through a few more pages, pointed to the phonetic symbols after the words and said:
"I know a little about phonetic symbols."
"That's it." Smilt looked at the cell behind Feng Xue and saw nothing unusual, so he no longer had too many doubts. As for the inspection, he could just wait until he went to make magical items later. There is no need to go in and search now, as that would be risky and could easily arouse the other party's dissatisfaction.
Not to mention, although the boss is not very smart, he is a bit suspicious after all. I used translation software to contact him today, which is a bit over the line. If too much contact arouses suspicion, it will not be good after all.
After thinking about this, the secretary stopped talking, just nodded, turned the software on the machine and said:
"In that case, I'll take my leave first. If you have any orders, you can ask the jailer to find me."
…
Watching the secretary leave, Feng Xue dragged her heavy shackles back to the bed, continued to lean against the wall, and began to mutter.
However, no one noticed that when he was reciting Victorian syllables, some incomprehensible syllables would suddenly pop out, and there was a small depression where his bed connected to the wall...
