E1 went to a stationery store and then stopped in the middle of Dahl Street, where there is a rather avant-garde men's hair salon. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe lights are on, and there are not many customers in the hair salon, and a few well-dressed hairdressers are lazily chatting and playing with their mobile phones.

E1 gently pushed the door open.

"Do you have an appointment?" asked a hairdresser who looked to be in his early twenties.

“Il-n'y-a-pas-le-feu-au-lac。 (The lake can't catch fire, which means there's no need to rush.) E1 replied.

Zurich is German-speaking and the young hairdresser was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He stammered in French, "Pardon, Monsieur?"

At this time, another slightly older hairdresser walked over. E1 repeats the phrase to the man, then takes off his hat, the bottom of it facing up, showing a pattern he drew on the road.

The man looked grim and immediately led E1 to the back door of the hair salon. He himself opened the door, and while drawing a cross on his chest, he said to E1 with infinite solemnity, "Dieu-vous-garde." (God bless you.) ）

E1 nodded and walked out of the hair salon.

In front of me was a neat small courtyard, and E1 went straight through the courtyard and into a narrow laneway.

E1's heart was pounding with excitement, but he managed to keep his composure. He counted his steps as he went, and when he had reached the 65th step, he stepped out of the alleyway and came to a building that looked quite old.

It is a small two-storey building with dove gray painted walls, a pointed roof of iron gray, and a very plain overall style. At first glance, there is nothing special about the small building, only when you go to the door and look carefully, you will find that there is a small cross on the earthy brown door.

E1 walked to the door and heard a woman's whispered chant coming from inside. He listened quietly, with a complicated smile on his face, and it was not until the woman finished singing that he pushed the door and entered the church.

The windows of the church are inlaid with ornate glass paintings, and most of the paintings are depicted in the Three Dynasties. These fantastical paintings, illuminated by dim light, exude a sense of serenity and sacredness.

"Your singing voice is still so beautiful, like a lark flying through the sky. E1 walked away, and opened his arms to the woman.

"Sergio!" the woman stood up in surprise. She has dark brown hair, a small face, thin eyebrows like two lines, and passionate eyes that look like a child. But she's tall, almost half a head taller than E1.

E1 hugged her, "Beatrizi, I miss you so much." ”

"You didn't say hello and came back so suddenly. "Have you had dinner?" "Have you eaten dinner?" why do you seem to have lost some weight? Why did you suddenly go back to Zurich?"

E1 couldn't help but smile as if she were asking questions, "Don't worry, you have to eat the bread one bite at a time, and you have to say it one by one." ”

Beatrizzi laughed, and she gently squeezed E1's upper arm, "It's okay, I'm exercising." ”

"Of course. E1 feigned anger and said, "I can still beat Thiago and Fabrizio now!"

Beatrizzi looked at him tenderly, "Everyone misses you so much. ”

"Are they all there?" asked E1.

"Follow me. Beatrizzi took E1's hand and walked to the front of the confessional room. She walked into the confessional room, and E1 followed.

There was a daisy relief on the wooden wall of the confessional room, and Beatrizzi grabbed the relief and turned it slightly, and the wooden wall made a "click" sound, revealing a secret door.

After passing through a secret door and a corridor, the two came to a hall. The hall was noisy and lively, and it turned out to be a small bar.

Beatrizzi put two fingers in her mouth and let out a loud whistle.

The people who were drinking fell silent. Then a man with long hair that could be braided into long braids, holding a beer glass, staggered over, and he was about thirty to thirty-five years old.

"This man is so familiar!" the man cried, "Beatrizi, where did you get such a nasty fellow?"

"This guy really looks like Sergio!" said another man with deep features like a knife, "but he seems to be shorter than Sergio?"

A group of people erupted in tacit laughter.

"Enough, you drunkards. "He's our brother, Sergio!"

"Of course I know, looking at my hair is just to cover the scar he left on me!" said the long-haired man, giving E1 a heavy hug, almost overwhelming E1.

"Fabrizio!" E1 patted him on the back, "Okay, okay, I'm going to be crushed by your fat flesh." ”

"I'm not fat at all, you're too thin!" Fabrizio muttered.

"Hello, Thiago. E1 no longer bothered with Fabrizio, but turned to a man with a sharp silhouette, "You seem to be a little more handsome, how many women have you conquered?"

A group of people laughed in a low voice, everyone knew that Thiago was the "king of broken love", although there were many women who loved him, but there were just as many women who abandoned him.

"Hey, that's not interesting. Thiago complained, "You're not single yet. ”

E1 grinned and walked over to the bar, "Elisabetta, bring me a Vino. ”

Elisabetata is a plump middle-aged woman who was as beautiful as a flower when she was young. Now, although her light has dimmed a lot, and her nose has become a little red from long-term drinking, she is still a beautiful woman with all kinds of amorous feelings.

"Give, the first drink is free. Elisabetta winked, "Big nephew." She brought a glass bottle with a big belly and a thin neck, and slowly poured fuchsia wine into the glass.

"Don't call me that. "It makes me feel like a little kid in bib shorts." ”

"You're a kid now, too. Beatrizzi sat down beside him. "You'll always be a little kid in front of your brothers and sisters. ”

"Yes, but a little kid can do great things. E1 squeezed his eyes and drank the wine from his glass.

Although everyone was giggling, they were actually pricking up their ears, as if they were waiting for someone to give orders.

E1 took another drink before turning to look at everyone. "I'm coming back this time to help Wan Guohou do something. ”

"Amber?" Thiago asked anxiously.

"Not really. E1 replied, "It's to help him find a rich second generation of neon country to settle the bill." ”

"Oh. The crowd was visibly disappointed.

"But this rich second generation is a little strange, he is obviously from the neon country, but he opened an account in Zurich, I don't know which bank it is, but it should be near Bahnhofstrasse. E1 handed Elisabetta the cup and motioned for her to have another one.

"Is this rich second generation an enemy of the Marquis of All Kingdoms?" asked Fabrizio.

"It's not clear. E1 shrugged, "He wanted to buy me to be his business spy today, and he knew at a glance that I was suitable for this." ”

"Hahahaha......" a group of Italians erupted in a stormy laugh.

"If I were you, I would have jumped into Lake Zurich in shame. A man with several folds on his eyelids said, "It's a merciless mockery of you." ”

"He did ask me to be an undercover agent next to the Limmat River. E1 grimaced, not caring about other people's sarcasm, "And then I pretended to think about it for a long time and agreed to him." ”

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Marquis of Wanguo?" the other asked alarmedly.

"I told Wan Guohou. E1 smiled and said, "You're underestimating me too much." ”

"Tell us about Pennington. One of them shouted, "We're interested in this old man." ”

"There's nothing to talk about. E1 took a sip of his drink, "I called Beatrizzi in October, and that's pretty much it." ”

"Does Pennington see your face?" Thiago walked over to the bar and sat down on a barstool.

"I haven't met with him. E1 said, "Of course, even if he saw it, I wouldn't have anything to worry about. ”

"Yes, he shouldn't recognize who you are. Fabrizio pondered, "After all, that's all generations, and he probably doesn't know it at all." ”

"Perhaps, Mous knows us. "But he's dead." ”

"Don't talk about that. E1 lowered his glass, "I'd like to ask, how are you doing?"

"It's coming. The answer was a middle-aged man who looked very stable at first glance, and he seemed a little out of place in a group of Italians who were a little too lively, "If there is no accident, we will be able to move in at the end of February, or at most the beginning of March." ”

"Good. E1 said satisfied, "Then I'll wait to meet you in the Demon Capital." ”

"You have to be careful. "You're glad you came to see us today, but, I must say, you're too risky." ”

"What does it matter?" said Thiago, "and the Marquis of Wan Guo is not in Zurich, and if you want me to say, it will be fine if Sergio does not go back today." He just needs to give Wan Guohou the arrears or something back, isn't it?"

"Thiago!" said Beatrizi, reproachfully, "you are always so so-so! Why don't you want to think about what if this debt is a trap?"

"Wouldn't it?" said Thiago, puzzled, "What's the use of this trap? Sergio doesn't know the rich second generation of the Neon Country, and there's no way he's going to do anything for him." Besides, didn't Sergio already tell Wan Guohou about that guy digging up the wall?"

"You're thinking too simply. Fabrizio shook his head, "Beatrizzi is right, Sergio can't stay today. ”

"Hey!" Thiago shouted in protest before turning to E1, "What do you think?"

"Wan Guohou may not trust me very much now. E1 smiled wryly, "It was all good before. But after Pennington fled in October, he began to suspect me. ”

"Are you sure? Could it be that you are too suspicious?" said Thiago, "you used to like to think about things. ”

"Has there been any change in the attitude of the Marquis towards you?" asked Beatrizzi nervously.

"Not really. E1 subconsciously touched his stubble, "He really didn't bother me, and he was even nice to me." But I always felt that after October, he began to quietly check for ghosts. ”

"Speaking of which, I've always been a little skeptical, is Wan Guohou really that person?" Fabrizio leaned over and leaned against the bar.

"Yes. "On the night of October 10th, I overheard part of his conversation with Pennington, and he told it in its entirety. Later, someone brought wine up, and I withdrew. ”

"Ahh

"What's wrong?" asked E1.

"I forgot, there's still noodles cooking in the kitchen!" Elisabetta panicked as she pushed open the movable door of the bar and rushed towards the kitchen.

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became much lighter.

"If the Marquis of Wan Guo finds out about you, have you thought of what to say?" Fabrizio did not laugh with the group, but asked a disturbing question worriedly.

"To be honest, I haven't figured it out yet. E1 took off his hat and scratched at his messy curls, "What do you say...... I want him to focus all his energy on amber, after all, that's his family business, isn't it?"

"Did he show you the Amber Palace?" Thiago was drinking fast, he was already a little drunk.

"Of course not!" E1 glared at him amusedly, "I'm afraid no one of our 'poker-men' has ever seen the Amber Palace, not even his favorite K1." ”

"That's right. Thiago said in disappointment, "If I have the chance, I would really like to see how beautiful the Amber Palace is, which has killed so many people."

After Thiago said this, the hall fell silent.

After a long silence, E1 raised the cup in his hand, "To our departed loved ones!"

Everyone raised their glasses, but no one laughed. Some had grief on their faces, others with anger in their eyes, and even Beatrizzi gritted her teeth.

"I learned a saying in China, 'Don't forget the past, learn from the future', maybe it's not very appropriate here. E1 said word by word, "But I want to say that we can no longer change everything in the past, and the only thing that can be changed is the present and the future." ”

Two hours later, Beatrizzi handed E1 what looked like a jewelry box in the church. "Take it, put it away. ”

"What is this?" E1 looked at the box inexplicably.

"It's something that can save your life, and I was going to give it to you when I go to China at the end of February. You can take it first. Beatrizzi said solemnly, "I hope you don't need it." ”

"And what am I going to do with it?" E1 smiled as he opened the box, stunned to find it empty.

Beatrizzi hooked his neck and whispered a few words in his ear, then let go of her hand, "Go, my dear brother, and may you go well." ”

E1 gave her a reluctant look, then turned away.