Pierre's imprisonment at the Château d'If was simply outrageous, with no investigation, no trial, no courtroom, no verbal orders from the high-ranking officials of the Empire, and he was escorted to the island by heavily armed soldiers.

Pierre had been imprisoned for nearly a month, and for the first three days he was still tugging at the iron door and shouting that he had wronged the warden, but after three days of his anger had passed, the sane Pierre conducted an intelligence analysis for himself.

The result is desperate, Sharif's betrayal can only prove that those shameless high-ranking officials are determined to let him bear the blame this time, what kind of temper Napoleon III is These intelligence officers are very clear, no one dares to face the anger of the emperor, for their own lives and official positions, it doesn't matter if a Pierre dies.

Pierre, who had figured it out, calmed down, knowing that his current imprisonment in the Château d'If prison was not the end of the day, and that one day he would be pushed out of his cell and chained to the gallows.

The emperor and the high-ranking officials needed an 'incompetent waste' to divert the attention of the people, and now they seem to be a good candidate.

Now that his days were numbered, Pierre began to look back on more than thirty years of his life, thinking that he had nothing to show God about to brag about. Although he is a little crooked, his career has not progressed, although he has experienced countless women, but his true love is scarce.

Thinking about it, only the figure of Fang Guan kept lingering in his mind. Man... Only when he had a premonition of his death could he know what his heart really wanted.

"Fuck the emperor, fuck France, fuck their gold medal intelligence officer, all I can think of is Fang Guan, if I still have a chance, I must leave this damn country and go to the far east, I want to pursue the love that my heart really wants..."

Countless times Pierre sat on the bed, looking out at the outside world through the iron window close to the ground, and muttered these words over and over again, but he himself knew very well that the so-called escape was just a luxury.

Maybe in the next second, the iron door will be pushed open, and a group of vicious soldiers will rush out from the outside, dragging themselves out and hanging themselves. And today, the terrifying knock on the door finally sounded, this is not the time to deliver food, at this time there are many people and few auspicious people.

"Poor fellow, you actually cried, now you have a chance in front of you, as long as you seize it, you can naturally leave this hell on earth......"

There was a cold voice from behind the iron door, emotionless but seductive, and Pierre stood up, but just as he was about to agree, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he fell silent again.

"Your eyes are strange to me, but I remember your voice...... If I'm not mistaken, I heard your voice ten years ago, and you were Sharif's men, Glass..."

"Huh?" a low shout came from outside the door, "Amazing, really amazing, I've seen people who never forget, but I've never seen anyone who never forgets, no wonder people say you're a genius...... That's right, 10 years ago, when you were drinking with my superior, Lieutenant Colonel Sharif, I used to give coins to my commander......"

Pierre sneered and said, "That's right, I spent the last silver coin on the stripper that night, and we couldn't settle the drink, so I just happened to meet you to help us finish...... I was leaning on the bar and falling asleep, and you and Sharif were talking behind me. ”

There was a brief silence outside the iron gate, and then Glass said, "Now that you know who I am, I don't have to go around in circles......

"Wine... Do you have any wine, bring me some wine before you get down to business, or you won't have to talk about it......" Pierre interrupted his chatter.

The bars of the bars were not so tight, and it was no problem to stuff a bottle of red wine, and Glass happened to have one with him. Pierre took the wine and took a big sip without saying a word, and at once a third of the bottles were poured in.

"Oh God, it's so painful...... Needless to say, I should be able to guess what you're here for, I don't have anything of value other than this brain now, is Sharif in trouble? Did he send a telegram asking you to come to me?"

"To be smart, to talk to a smart person is to be happy...... Jailer, open the door......" There was a sound of the key outside the door, and then the iron door was opened, and two bright lamps illuminated the dungeon.

Rolls of newspapers, and one copy after another of the articles were spread out on the table, and Glass even asked the jailers to go out, all of which were top secret, and the little jailers were not qualified to watch them.

"Analyze, I need the answer you provided, there are three more bottles of red wine, and when the red wine is finished, I will get the result...... If you make a meritorious service, Chief Sharif will help you clear your name. ”

"Hehe, wash away the charges, I'm afraid I'll wash me from gray to black..."Although Pierre's mouth was mocking, his hands and eyes did not stop, and he quickly flipped through the information of the newspapers, and his face became more and more solemn.

Time passed minute by minute, bottle after bottle of red wine was drunk, and when the fourth bottle of red wine was opened, Pierre sighed "Lost, France has completely lost, the emperor has been bolted to death, the enemy in the dark is pressing very tightly, you have missed the best reaction time......"

"Who is the enemy, who did it, is there any evidence?" asked Glass, grabbing Pierre's arm.

"Idiot..."Pierre gave him a blank look, "how can I be sure who the enemy is?I am an intelligence analyst, I can only tell you who is the most suspicious, I can only give you an inference, not evidence, and I want the evidence to find it myself...... How did Sharif train you, so incompetent..."

Glass's face turned red, and he said in his heart, no wonder they all use you as a black cauldron, even your stinky mouth can't offend everyone to death?

"Yes, you are right, I made a mistake...... Now can you tell me who is behind this?"

"Hehe......" Pierre sneered a few times, then looked at him expressionlessly and replied coldly, "I'm sorry, I can't ......"

"What? What do you mean by that? Don't you want to go out? You want to die......" Glass grabbed the collar of Pierre's shirt, but he didn't expect the shirt to be of such a low quality that it was torn apart with a stab.

"You madman, it's unreasonable, no wonder the intelligence department wants to refrigerate you for ten years, the thinking in your head is not normal at all...... I crossed the sea to save you, and you actually played with me..."

Enraged, Glass pointed at Pierre's nose and yelled, but in exchange for a silent and hostile gaze.

"I'll ask you one last time, who is behind this, what kind of followers will they have? This is your last chance......

"I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't want to sue you even if I do......" Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp crack, and finally the bottle of wine slammed into Pierre's head, and blood mixed with the liquor flowed down for a long time.

"Kill you bastard, you're a stone, stinking and hard stone......" Glass rushed up and punched and kicked, and Pierre's prison life during this time had made his body extremely weak, and he was no match at all, and he was quickly knocked to the ground.

Pierre curled up with his head in his hands, his back exposed for him to kick, and the storm of beatings for him to survive for ten minutes.

Whoop, whoop...... Glass finally gasped tiredly, "I'll give you one night to think about it, I'll come back to you early tomorrow morning, if you don't give me an answer, I'll hang you with my own hands...... Gone, lock the door..."

With a thud, the iron door was locked, leaving Pierre, like a dead dog, huddled in a corner for half an hour. It was a long time before Pierre struggled to sit up, leaning his back against the stone wall and looking at the notches on it.

"Huh...... cough cough cough ...... Luckily, I used my own code, otherwise they would have taken the secret for nothing...... Don't think I'm stupid, what I just deduced was not just deducing this information, I also calculated my own ending......"

"The enemy's attacks are coming in waves, France has become more and more passive, and in the face of this perverted opponent, you can't do it all, you only have one losing word...... When the time comes, you will still find someone to help you carry the black cauldron, and it seems that I still can't escape the fate of carrying the black cauldron......"

"If you sue sù, it is also a death, and if you don't sue sù, it is also a death, so why should I make you comfortable?

Speaking of which, Pierre touched the empty bottles and found that there was still a little wine in them, and he quickly drank them all in excitement.

"Woooooooooo......oo This should be the last sip of wine in my life, goodbye to my relatives, goodbye to my love, goodbye to the world......" As he spoke, Pierre grabbed a piece of broken glass on the ground and wanted to cut his wrist, but it took courage to commit suicide, and he was obviously a little closer.

Temptation again and again, giving up again and again, crying mixed with the sound of a wolf's howl, the whole night passed little by little.

Soon after midnight, Pierre suddenly shouted, "Rather than be hanged in pain, I might as well end my life myself, my favorite oriental goddess, goodbye..."

The body slowly disappeared with the flow of blood, and the vision slowly became blurred, and at the moment when consciousness was about to disappear, Pierre seemed to find that the door of the cell was opened, and several figures rushed in. Then his body seemed to float in the clouds, and he was dizzy and finally lost consciousness.

Early the next morning, Sharif, who was in Paris, received an urgent call from Marseille, and when he finished reading it, he collapsed on the dining chair, and the glass of milk in front of him was knocked to the ground.

"The Marseille police department found the body of the Imperial intelligence officer Grasse this morning, and then the Warden of the Château d'If confirmed that Grasse had taken Pierre away yesterday evening, and now Grasse is dead and Pierre has disappeared, and all the investigative trails have been interrupted......"

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