Sergio believes that the young man with golden eyes should not run around with his real identity, so it is likely that the passport he is holding is a forgery. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After Info came to this conclusion, Sergio and Tommaso, the head of the Tokyo branch, traveled for several days to finally find a black marketeer who sold fake passports.

The black marketeer's name is Julio, a Brazilian who has worked in the Neon Nation for many years. He told Sergio that whoever it was, as long as it was a fake passport in the Neon Country, then he would definitely be able to find out.

"Fake passports are generally divided into several types: first, some of the inner pages are fake, some are real, a patchwork of mixed passports, second, real passports that have been applied for with other people's information, third, real passports bought from the black market, which are generally dead people's passports, and fourth, fake passports that are forged in their entirety. "Of course, there is a fifth, which is to steal someone else's passport to use, but this is too pediatric, so we won't mention it." ”

"Which passport is the most expensive?" said Sergio.

"It's hard to say. Julio pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and Sergio quickly lit the fire for him. He took two puffs before adding, "Generally speaking, the higher the cost of a passport, the more expensive it is. However, the methods of each vendor are different, and the customer needs are also different, so it is not easy to say. ”

Sergio thought for a moment, "So, which passport is the most popular?"

"Of course, it's the second type, the application for stealing other people's information, it's a real passport, but the application process is very long and difficult. ”

Sergio nodded, "This kind of passport is the most difficult to counterfeit, right?"

"Not really. Julio grinned, "The hardest thing is the passport of the dead." Because most of the deceased will be declared decancellated by their families, the passport is useless. So, unless it's the kind of people who die unexpectedly and have no relatives or friends, these passports are few and hard to find. ”

"Then you'll have to change the picture, right?" said Sergio, wondering, "The man I'm looking for is very ugly, and there can't be anyone in this world who looks like him." ”

"It's not hard for us. Julio smiled slyly, "As long as you can afford to pay." ”

Sergio pondered, "So, even if you're heinously ugly, you can get him a real passport?"

"It's like a fake. Julio said arrogantly.

"Then I'm sorry for you, I need to find this person urgently. Sergio pushed a thick paper bag in front of Julio, "This man is about twenty-five to thirty years old, well-proportioned and thin, about 180 centimeters tall, or a little taller. Yellow people with a lot of scars on their faces. He may speak multiple foreign languages and present himself as rich. ”

"I remembered. ”

"The most important thing is that he has golden eyes. Sergio accentuated, "Very rare golden, kind of like a tiger's eyes. ”

"Sounds like a good look. Julio grabbed the paper bag, "Don't worry, boss, you can wait for my good news." ”

But a week passed, two weeks passed, a month passed, and Julio still hadn't found the young man with the golden eyes.

"Didn't you say it's easy to find?" Sergio threw a tantrum at Julio on the other end of the phone, "This is blowing up, right?"

"I'm not bragging. Julio anxiously explained, "I said, as long as he has a passport in the neon state, I can find out." But what if he didn't get his passport in the neon country? What if he got his passport abroad through a second-tier or even a third-tier dealer, how could I find it?"

Sergio hung up angrily, grabbing his hair for a few moments before he slowly calmed down. Beatrizzi didn't find the golden eye in Zurich, and he didn't find any useful clues in Tokyo.

One day in July 2011, Sergio returned to his apartment in Setagaya Ward, where the Tokyo branch is located, with a case of beer in hand.

"I'm back. Sergio listlessly put down his beer and greeted Tommaso on the couch.

Tommaso looked at his laptop and said without looking back, "Good work." ”

Sergio put the beer in the kitchen fridge and got some bread and jam before returning to the living room.

"What are you up to?" asked Sergio, jumping onto a single couch and casually spreading jam on his bread.

"I'm looking up fake passport information from other countries. ”

Sergio was stunned for a moment, then became excited, "You found that guy?"

"Nope. However, something suddenly occurred to me today. Tommaso looked up, "What if the appearance of the golden eyes was not a trap, but an accident?"

"By chance?" Sergio took two bites of bread, "You mean, he went to a random bank to withdraw money, and it happened to be Haberg?"

"Of course not. "Tommaso's eyes are deep, and the distance between his eyebrows and eyes is extremely short. "I think so, if this guy had no idea of our existence, he wouldn't have guarded us. ”

"Interesting, continued. ”

"Well, he probably had to go to Haberg to get the money for some reason. Tommaso said, continuing to look at the page, "Since he didn't have a passport in Neon Country, maybe it was in a small country in Southeast Asia, or maybe it was in China." ”

Sergio's eyes widened, "How did you think of China?"

"Didn't Edmund say several times when he was still alive that he considered moving the Hanoverians to China?" Thomas muttered, "maybe his descendants did that?"

Sergio was stunned for a moment, then put down the plate in his hand. "Listen to me, Thomasso, although you have a point, but you haven't seen that kid, I don't think he's Chinese. I don't believe that guy, and although I've only met him once, I think he's clever and guarded, not like an ignorant silly boy. ”

"Are Chinese supposed to be stupid?" Thomas laughed.

"That's not what I meant. Sergio sighed and said, "I think he's cunning and not easy." ”

"Because he shook off your tracking?"

"It wasn't him who got rid of it!" Sergio said unconvinced, "It's a colleague who shows up, and I don't want people to know that I'm following, otherwise how could I lose it?"

Tommaso smiled and decided not to argue with him, "I've been checking for a day, and I haven't found anything, have you gone out to find anything?"

Sergio said sullenly: "I received a few advertising flyers, and three small cards selling spring girls, and I was sweating from the heat. That's what I got out of. ”

Tommaso laughed, "Show me the card for selling the spring girl." ”

"In the trash can in the kitchen, you go and rummage it yourself. Sergio said angrily.

Tommaso stretched and put his laptop aside, "I'll go get something to eat in the kitchen, and you really are, just eat it yourself." ”

Sergio ignored the other man's complaints and continued to eat heavily.

"Ahh

"What's wrong?" Sergio rushed into the kitchen, only to see Tommaso holding a plastic surgery hospital flyer, smirking.

"What spurred you?" Sergio shrugged, "I thought you were bitten by a snake." ”

"Plastic surgery! plastic surgery!" Tommaso grabbed Sergio's shoulders excitedly and shook desperately, "Plastic surgery!"

Sergio was stunned for a full ten seconds before he reacted, "Quick!" The two hurried back to the living room, one holding a laptop, and began to search.

"There are so many plastic surgery hospitals in the Neon Country!" exclaimed Sergio, "I'm going to have my eyes peeled." ”

"Yes, the plastic surgery industry in Neon Country is very developed. Tommaso replied, "Even the golden eyes with scars on his face can make him a handsome man, but it depends on whether the doctor he finds is reliable or not." ”

"I found the ranking. Sergio said excitedly, "Let's go and inquire about it one by one according to this ranking." ”

To Sergio's disappointment, despite the outpouring of people from the Tokyo branch and months of traveling around the neon country, he couldn't find a hospital that had ever received patients with golden eyes.

When the first snow of winter arrived, Beatrizzi made a phone call to Sergio. One of Sergio's relatives became seriously ill and he had to return to Venice to be with his loved ones.

It wasn't until the condition of his loved ones improved significantly that Sergio returned to Tokyo, which was already May 2014.

Three years passed, and the young man with golden eyes had mysteriously disappeared since his appearance at the Haberg Bank, never to be seen again. This annoyed Sergio: he knew that this man was so elusive, and he should have gotten out in Zurich and caught him desperately.

Frustrated, Sergio did not give up his search, he still pays attention to the news related to the plastic surgery industry every day, hoping to find clues about golden eyes.

Finally, one day, a piece of news caught Sergio's attention: "A mysterious rich man spends a lot of money to buy Tamura Surgery". After reading the news, Sergio found out that the acquirer was a man named "Wan Guohou".

The name "Marquis of All Nations", Sergio had heard of it. It is rumored that this British billionaire who suddenly appeared in 2013 invested everywhere and made friends everywhere, and for a while, everyone was proud to know Wan Guohou. But the billionaire kept a low profile, not only did he not want to give any interviews, but he never even attended events where the media was involved.

Sergio lost thought after reading the unpictured news twice. He has some impressions of the facility: When he investigated in 2011, Tamura Surgeons said that they were doing surgery behind closed doors, so they would not accept patients for several years, let alone foreign patients.

"A closed-door plastic surgery hospital is still very resistant to foreigners, so why is it favored by foreign billionaires?" Sergio frowned. He took out his mobile phone, looked up the phone number of Tamura's surgery, and called.

The operator's answer, as before, was still closed and not accepting patients.

Sergio put down his phone, grabbed the newspaper, and walked out of the room.

"Knock knock knock. He knocked on the door of the next room.

"What's wrong?" Vincenzo's voice came from the room.

"Tommaso hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes. Vincenzo said, walked to the door, and opened it, "Is there anything wrong?" He was a guy with pigtails, so active that he couldn't be quiet for a second.

Sergio didn't want to talk to him more, so he smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, I thought Tommaso was back, say hello." ”

"It's the same with me. Vincenzo pouted dissatisfiedly, "I've been idle for a week, and mushrooms are growing on the soles of my feet!"

Sergio couldn't help but laugh, "Don't you have to go out for a run and play ball every day?

"Leave anything to me, and I can do it, and no worse than Tommaso!" Vincenzo tapped his chest, and the knock was loud.

Sergio said helplessly: "I want to ask an Englishman named Wan Guohou, do you know this person?"

"I really know!" Vincenzo said cheerfully, "and he lives in Setagaya." ”

Sergio's eyes lit up, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm not going out all the time, and then one time in a bar, I met somebody. This person was responsible for regularly delivering vegetables to Wan Guohou's family, and after he drank too much, he said the place. ”

"Can you go in?"

"Of course not. Vincenzo looked at Sergio in surprise, "That Wan Guohou's subordinates are very powerful, I heard that there are a lot of retired special forces around him, and he lives in a very large place, the food delivery man said that if no one leads him, he will get lost!"

"So powerful...... Sergio scratching his hair, "So, do you know about his acquisition of a plastic surgery hospital?"

"I don't know. Vincenzo wondered, "Isn't this person very rich, how do I know what rich people think?"

Sergio hesitated for a moment, and then said, "This hospital acquired by Wan Guohou has been closed for a long time, and besides, this hospital does not accept foreign guests. ”

"Then why did he buy it?" Vincenzo exclaimed, "Could it be that Wan Guohou wanted to go for plastic surgery before, but was rejected by this hospital, and he held a grudge, so he bought it?"

Sergio smiled, "It's not a three-year-old. He thought for a moment, "You just said that he has a lot of bodyguards around him?"

Vincenzo nodded, "I heard that the identities of those bodyguards are quite special. ”

"What kind of special law?"

"It's just ......," Vincenzo rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, "probably to say that many of the people around him were fugitives or something, or they had offended the governments of several big countries, in short, they were all dangerous elements, and they were taken in by him when they had no way out." Vincenzo moved his fingers, "This Englishman is very eccentric, as if he doesn't accept people who don't have a criminal record, it's just a criminal collector." ”

"It's kind of interesting. Sergio chuckled.

"That's right. Vincenzo added, "This man seems to be very particular about pomp, and I have heard that even the cups he drinks from are hollowed out of whole pieces of amber." As for tie clips, brooches, cufflinks, etc., it's a mess of bells and whistles. ”

Sergio suddenly slammed Vincenzo's shoulder hard, and the latter didn't expect him to use so much force that he couldn't help but take a step back.

"You've given me a very valuable piece of information, buddy. Sergio grinned.