Han Xuan's rented car was late, and after the driver saw him, his face suddenly changed, he was silent like a stone, and he didn't say a word. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Depart Munich Franz Josef Strauss International Airport and check in to the Four Seasons Hotel Kempinski, arriving in Munich city by the time it is already dawn.

I had nothing to do on the plane, I slept well, and I was in good spirits.

Han Xuan has never been so unpopular as he is today, and the room attendants put on a stinky face when they bring breakfast.

The waiter at the five-star Four Seasons Hotel didn't even say good morning to the customer, so he couldn't get even a penny tip.

The hundred-dollar bill prepared in advance was in Han Xuan's pocket, but he didn't plan to give it to the other party, and the waiter's face suddenly became even more stinky.

After reading the fried eggs, roasted ham, and two slices of black bread on the plate, Han Xuan didn't dare to eat them after all, but dumped them into the trash.

Ramirez bit the ham, his tone was puzzled, and asked vaguely, "What are you doing, don't like it?"

In Germany, I will order it, it tastes pretty good, and I like this taste of ham. ”

"The waiter, like the driver, didn't like me.

I think perhaps because of the old Nazi Alos-Brenner, he had many supporters in Germany, especially in a Nazi stronghold like Munich.

So I think he might spit on breakfast like an American waiter......"

Han Xuan has never been afraid to speculate on others with the worst malice.

Because the hotel he stayed in was randomly selected, the bodyguards didn't go to the kitchen to watch the chef make breakfast, he didn't want to eat other people's saliva, even if it was very unlikely.

Only Rami Ruiz, who couldn't wait, started to eat breakfast first, and when he heard Han Xuan's words, he hurriedly hugged the trash can and spit it out, picked up the water cup and rinsed his mouth, and said hatefully: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"It's just possible that who made you eat in such a hurry.

Don't worry, if you want to vomit, you will only vomit this one of mine. ”

"Sorry, I'm going to ask the chef to redo it. Jason said.

"Don't bother, I'll go out to eat later.

Stay here for a day or two, and help Pooh prepare food first. ”

Han Xuan saw Anya with a ponytail coming over, pulled out a chair and sat down for her.

Looking at the animals lying on the floor and languishing, the plane that had been on the plane for more than ten hours had tormented Pooh and them.

Fat Ding thought that the suffering was over, and then he was afraid to pat his chest, took a small pill, and actually remembered nothing, which was a terrible experience for him.

It's a pity that it didn't go as it wanted, and the journey was only halfway through, and Han Xuan didn't dare to tell them this for fear of causing a riot......

There is heating in the room, you need to wear thick clothes when you go out, and the temperature in Germany is about the same in winter as in southern China, but there is heating here.

It had just snowed the other day, and there was still snow on the roofs of the low buildings.

In the German greeting of the guests, I walked out of the revolving door, and the window of the six-story building opposite was full of unknown plants, and the reddish leaves were peeking through the white snow, and it was impossible to see what kind they were.

Munich, the site of the 1972 Olympic Games, has a population of just over one million in the urban area and about 2.4 million in the suburbs, second only to Berlin and Hamburg.

Located on the banks of the Isar River at the northern foot of the Southern German Alps, it is one of Germany's major economic, cultural, technological and transportation centers.

It was the first stop in Hitler's seizure of power, and the famous beer hall riots in Munich were revered by the residents.

During World War II, Munich was bombed 71 times and nearly a quarter of its buildings were razed to the ground.

However, it rebuilt very quickly after World War II, adding many new buildings and allowing the city to develop further.

In contrast, the insulting remarks that "China seems to have just ended World War II" will appear.

Today, Munich retains the quaint atmosphere of the former capital of the Kingdom of Bavaria, which is why it is also known as the "village of a million people".

It has been a famous city since the time of Julius Caesar, with dense bell towers and churches, elegant and beautiful architecture, comfort and tranquility.

I haven't recovered from the New Year's atmosphere, and there are not many pedestrians in the morning.

The bodyguards, dressed in ordinary clothes as tourists, scattered around Han Xuan.

Han Xuan held a long strip of bread and rolled his eyes in choking, which he had just bought from the breakfast shop.

Looking through the street in the distance, there are snow-capped mountains, reflected in the white clouds and blue sky, higher and more numerous than those seen in the snow-capped mountain pastures.

Among them, only Han Xuanhui is German, and Gargunnon, who was born in France, only a little.

So Han Xuan took the position of tour guide, took the European travel guide brought out of the hotel, found the description of Munich, Germany in the catalog, and checked the map and tourist attractions.

The city of Munich is not large, so the attractions are relatively concentrated, except for some nightclubs on the guide, there are only a few places to go.

Seeing that the author who wrote this book also deliberately marked the quality of the beautiful and handsome guys in the nightclub, as well as where the red light district is, how much the price is, etc., Han Xuan suddenly felt that this was more like a "European Pickle Girl Guide".

Remembering what was about Munich, I asked Isabelli to help put the book in her bag, and after finding her current location, she walked down the east-northbound street with a group of people who didn't know if they were looking for treasure.

The classical Baroque style building, with several black Western dragon sculptures lying on the wall, the image is vivid and interesting.

Black buses honk through sparse crowds, and from time to time you can see public artworks of various shapes.

Han Xuan had found the street that the old Nazi had told him that if Nielman was telling the truth, then the treasure should be with Connelles Gurlit.

The CIA guys had to get the treasure away before they could pry open Old Neerman's mouth.

However, Isabelle and Ramirez accidentally asked to go to the Maldives together, and now is not the time to go directly to find the treasure, so they have to find a reason to open these oil bottles.

Things won't run away with long legs, and Han Xuan can rest assured to enjoy the scenery on both sides.

After walking for about a kilometer, I arrived at Odien Plaza, drank a cup of coffee in the café next to the square to warm up, turned back and walked back, and came to the Four Seasons Hotel again.

Instead, head west, chatting and laughing all the way to Marion Square, where the new town hall is located.

The stained glass windows of the church still have Christmas decorations, and in the windows of the pedestrian street, there are more than a dozen teddy bears of all sizes.

The small square was small, and a group of children skated on it, and the pool under the fountain was completely frozen.

Han Xuan deliberately took them to the junction of Neuhausa Street and Kawufinger Street, where most of the old buildings in the vicinity are hundreds of years old and have different shapes.

Occasionally scanning the door number, I found 73 Kaulinger Strasse, a luxury Gothic house with a total of three floors, sandwiched between two adjacent buildings, and its low appearance looked a little pitiful.

"Wait, my shoelaces are loose. ”

Han Xuan pretended to tie his shoelaces and turned his head to look at the name on the mailbox at the door.

There it is written in black paint: Connelles Gurlit.

That's right, but at the same time, Han Xuan also saw a pair of blue eyes staring at him in the black Mercedes Benz on the side of the street...... (To be continued.) )