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Except for finding "The Death of Marat", which is shoddy and fake, there is nothing else precious.

It is estimated that when the elder Niermann fled from Germany, he only brought with him the most precious oil painting.

Under Gabriel's surprised gaze, Han Xuan struggled to push open a bookcase next to the fireplace, revealing a steep staircase.

Clapping his hands and taking a few deep breaths, he pressed the button on the wall, and the basement lights suddenly turned on.

Han Xuan saw that several bodyguards had already put the guns in their hands, and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, take it easy, guys." ”

"How do you know there's an entrance?" Owen asked him.

"Silly, of course the old man told me, don't be scared by the contents later......"

"You are here first, and I'll take a look. ”

Jason stood in front of Han Xuan and took the lead in walking inside.

There are about 10 stairs in the air, and there is a musty smell in the air because the ground is damp and unventilated.

Han Xuan put on the mask he had taken off just now, which made him feel a little more comfortable, and when Jason replied that it was safe, he stretched out his foot and carefully stepped on the wooden plank of the stairs, tilting his head to look into the basement.

The basement space is about 40 square meters, not too open, after placing a few rows of bookshelves on the right wall, only a one-meter-wide walkway is left on the left.

Above the desk is a Nazi swastika.

The colors are made of red, white and black, and it is estimated that it has been made for a long time, and the cloth of the flag is dull.

There are still marks of burns on the edges, and maybe it was really a military flag used by the Nazis.

On the wooden shelves closest to the stairs, there were densely packed Nazi medals, so many that Han Xuan could barely count them.

Western collectors are popular in buying and selling these World War II items, which can be found in open-air bazaars selling antiques.

When the elder Neelman talked about his life experience, he said that in the 70s, he was keen to collect objects from the Nazi period.

Pretending to be a museum worker, I went to buy it, and I searched many countries to collect it into a complete set of medals.

This includes blood medals that only Nazi veterans who participated in the beer hall riots of November 9, 1923, are eligible to wear.

There are also Gestapo badges, gold medals for anti-guerrilla warfare, gold SS medals for 25 years of service, and other precious types of Nazi medals.

Jason's heart is extremely shocked at this moment!

He was holding an old photograph on his desk of Alos-Brenner, a young Nazi uniform of the Hellhound in the background, in the background of a long procession of Jews escorted into a concentration camp.

The appearance is very handsome, almost completely different from now, but he can vaguely overlap him with the appearance in the photo from the eyes of old Nierman.

Jason turned around in a daze and looked at Han Xuan for answers......

"Yes, he used to be a Nazi named Alos-Brenner.

…… What kind of eyes do you have, don't you know who he is?

So, when you're fine, read some books with me.

They are all busy with fitness, playing cards, and chatting about women, and they don't have brains just to grow muscles.

I can't just go to the kidneys, but I also have to go to the heart occasionally, and now I know how terrible it is to have no knowledge. ”

Others really don't know who Alos Brenner is.

They weren't Jews, and they were born after World War II, so when they grew up, the shadow of the war had faded, and history classes were busy picking up girls and sleeping, otherwise they would have joined the army.

Just knowing that the old man was a Nazi was enough to shock them!

Then I heard Han Xuan explain: "Don't look at the sick appearance of old Nierman who is about to die, in fact, he used to be a murderer.

He sent more than 100,000 Jews to concentration camps to commit genocide and even participated in the development of plans to exterminate Jews.

That's why I let Garjanon and Du Ersil stay in the hospital to watch him, they already know the true identity of old Nierman.

Tomorrow when the newspaper is on the market, someone will come and take the old man away. ”

“…… No wonder Garganon is going to take away my handcuffs, oh my goodness!

Why don't you tell us!

I spent an afternoon alone with him!"

Gabriel held his head in his hands and was so frightened that he was about to jump, this Nazi war criminal was extremely dangerous and had the ability to influence the whole world.

"Hey, can't I deal with an old man lying in a hospital bed?

I'll tell you in advance, I'm sure I won't be left alone with him, so how can I talk to him.

Old Nierman's heart is harder than a stone, if it weren't for my young age, how could he tell me so many things, and it is inconvenient to have you by his side, he will be wary. ”

"Then you shouldn't have told him!"

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong......"

Han Xuan walked over to his desk and sat down, and began to rummage through the drawers, which were a mess of things, mostly cut from newspapers, about World War II and concentration camps.

Pulling open the drawers one by one, in the second drawer, there were thirteen thick sheepskin notebooks, each of which was a different color.

The yellowest book on the paper, which has been stored for the longest time, is dated March 1962, not long after the elder Neerman arrived in the United States.

The brand new one, which is not yet halfway written, is dated January 1, 1995, which is yesterday.

Old Neelman wrote that he wanted to die of old age at the Colidai Ranch, complaining about the weather, complaining about the noisy tourists at the snowy mountain resort, complaining that the snow was thick and he couldn't go out hunting, and that there was no one to bring him firewood.

Bar-la-la wrote hundreds of words, scribbled German letters, and almost all the nonsense of a single old man.

"The plan can't keep up with the change, who let you touch me.

What's the use of hiding for decades, after all, I still can't calm down, I want to write a book and make a movie, hypocritical old man......"

Han Xuan shook his head and sighed.

I didn't have time to look at his diary carefully, so I asked Owen to help pack the notebooks and take them away, and continue to "treasure the earth" in this basement.

I pulled the bottom drawer hard, unlike the previous ones, which opened as soon as I pulled it, and leaned down to look at the edge of the drawer, there was no lock.

Han Xuan took off his gloves and knocked on the drawer, which was hollow and loud.

Pull out the top drawer and put it at your feet, and reach into the bottom drawer of your desk.

With the sound of metal and wood clashing, I started with a revolver, which looked very historical.

Skillfully dismantling the nest, there is only one bullet installed in it, pouring the bullet out, facing the light to observe, the surface of the copper bullet case is covered with scratches.

Han Xuan could only guess that this was prepared by the old Nierman to commit suicide, otherwise he couldn't think of any other reason to explain why he only loaded one bullet in the revolver.

It's not enough to beat people, but it's definitely enough to aim the gun at yourself.

Putting down the gun and bullets, Han Xuan continued to touch inside, there was nothing else, and when his fingers touched the bottom of the drawer, it felt like a piece of paper, which was slippery.

I picked it out with my fingers, only to find out that it was a photo of old Neerman and a boy in his teens.

In the photo, the old Neerman is very old.

But the appearance is a little younger than now, and it is estimated that it was taken about ten years ago.

What surprised Han Xuan was that old Nierman actually smiled when he took this photo.

It's not too obvious, but the corners of his eyes are down, the corners of his mouth are up, and according to the psychology of micro-expressions, he is clearly smiling.

I can't help but guess who this boy is.

Looking at the appearance, it is definitely not the German blood of old Niermann, that is to say, not his son.

Turn the photo over and there is a line written on it: "To my eternal teacher, your knowledge is like the stars in the sky, which has benefited me immensely and brought me back to my true self - Terry Nicholas." ”

His name hadn't been mentioned by old Nierman, and the investigators hadn't mentioned the boy.

Han Xuan stared at the word "teacher" tightly, and then turned the photo over and observed it carefully.

When I saw clearly at the boy's left foot, there was a skinned animal, I don't know if it was a rabbit or a dog, and the boy was smiling brightly and his hands were still stained with blood.

Instantly creepy!

Han Xuan's back was numb, and the coolness rushed from the soles of his feet to his head.

Because he remembered that there was a book on the shelf just now, it was Stephen King's "Tales of the Four Seasons" published in 1982.

In that book, there is not only "The Shawshank Redemption", which was made into a movie, but also another article called "Nazi High Disciples".

It is about a boy who accidentally met an old Nazi and, driven by curiosity, went to the Nazi every day and asked him to tell him the story of his time in the concentration camp.

Over time, the boy was influenced by the old Nazis, and eventually changed from a normal person to a perverted murderer who specialized in killing homeless people and prostitutes.

Han Xuan never dared to underestimate the wisdom of old Nierman, and he knew from the book that filled the two walls that he was still learning when he was old.

I wish old Nealman didn't learn the plot of the book and did stupid things......

Han Xuan dropped the photo and ran quickly to the living room.

After finding the copy of Stephen King's "Strange Tales of the Four Seasons" on the shelf, and realizing that the paper describing "The Nazi Disciples" was almost torn, he closed the book again.

He really saw it, and more than once.

After closing his eyes and sorting out his thoughts, he said to the bodyguards around him: "Tell Gargunon and Du Ersil to be careful, and immediately transfer old Nierman to the FBI headquarters in Helena City, and send someone to guard it in the strictest way."

I'll call Agent Edgar and explain this.

Don't tell the FBI why they're holding him, and wait until tomorrow morning after 6 a.m. to inform them.

Now in the United States or other countries, there is another student who was taught by Alos Brenner, and his name is Terry Nicholas.

Cruelty to animals since childhood, with violent tendencies and anti-human personality, may have turned into a serial murderer ......"

At the same time, next to Highway 40 in Tennessee, USA, from an RV with a Philadelphia license plate, a white man in his twenties was born.

He smiled at the old man who was caught up in a car on the side of the road, looking harmless to humans and animals, and asked, "Sir, do you need me to help you repair your car?"

"Thank you for your help, helpful lad!"

"It's okay, so you're coming out alone......" (To be continued.) )