In the middle of the night, Pingguo actually talked to the green silk in the ghostly agarwood box, and he was so shocked that he completely forgot that he still had thoughts.

Ping Wei passed away many years ago, and Ping Wei also died in the previous pursuit, how could he show up in Europe to help Ping Guo's mother and daughter?

Pingguo was stunned.

Pingwei Dao didn't say a word, nor did he smile, just looked at Pingguo silently, and there was obviously infinite warmth in his eyes.

Ping Yu still smiled deeply and said, "Don't, we're just temporary possession." Evening is our free time, we can do what we want to do, see the scenery we want to see the most, if you mother and daughter have suffering, we will naturally be aware of it during the day, and we will protect you. ”

Pingguo said, "Then I don't have no privacy at all?

Ping Yu laughed and said: "The souls of the two of us, no one can resist it, not to mention privacy? It's just that the two of us are humble gentlemen, we have moderation, we have no interest in your privacy, but we are responsible for your safety, don't worry!"

Pingguo said, "Really? You are so good! Could it be that you are you, who have you touched, and have you both been given such a long-cherished opportunity?"

Ping Wei smiled sweetly and said, "I don't know, anyway, we are very happy and happy now! We can finally be happy and happy every day, because the two of us are finally together day and night, hehe." ”

Pingguo said: "Then why do you say that after I came to Europe, I first had an agarwood box, and then there were incidents such as the theft of my wallet, the poisoning of restaurants, and so on? The most paradoxical thing is that at the University of Bonn in Germany, my wallet can be recovered?"

Ping Fu smiled and said, "There is a kind of spirit, which is called persistence. That's me and Pingwei, so we were fulfilled when we both wanted to travel around Europe and want to be together, and we went with you mother and daughter. Pingwei has a sharp eye, and soon finds the clue, and naturally will not let go of all the offenders. The case at the University of Bonn is like this. In Beethoven's former residence, there was a European girl who took advantage of Ping Hanhan to look down at Beethoven's monuments and stole your wallet, but she didn't expect that as soon as she went out, she was stopped by Pingwei, took her wallet, and put it on the ground when you returned to the agreed place. Of course, none of you can see us. But we can see you! ”

Pingguo said: "Then we were in a Belgian restaurant, when Ping Hanhan was poisoned, I felt that I was pushed out of the bathroom by a magical force, and then I saw the scene of the poisoning, and it was also because of the two of you?"

Ping Fu smiled and said, "Of course." Even if the two of us are still Chinese policemen, we have no right to investigate in other countries, and all we can do is to remind you two to pay attention to safety!"

Pingguo was very relieved and said: "It seems that Ping Hanhan was almost lifted off the cliff in the Grand Canyon of Luxembourg, and it is also the credit of the two of you!"

Ping Wei smiled, and Ping Wei pointed at him and said, "Thank him, he has been following your princess." ”

Pingguo asked, "So, why do you two think it? Why are there always people following us along the way? Or do you keep encountering these strange events by chance? But why?"

Ping Fu sank down for a long time before he said quietly: "This is also where the two of us are confused." I-"

Pingguo also wanted to ask, she felt that she was so confused. However, before Ping Yu could finish his word, the hotel's fire alarm suddenly sounded.

Pingguo immediately grabbed the agarwood box, threw himself in front of Pinghanhan's window, and shouted: "Get up quickly, fire alarm!

Ping Hanhan inexplicably ran out of the door of the room with Ping Guo in pajamas, and ran to the staircase with several people-

Pingguo sat up suddenly, only to find that it was still in bed, still a nightmare, sweating profusely.

Pingguo got up, came to the agarwood box, turned on the mobile phone flashlight, and found that the black green silk was back, silent in the faint fragrance, intimate and crooked with the other five strands.

Isn't it a kind of enlightenment? Pingguo feels a little ghostly.

After breakfast, Pingguo and his daughter went to Kafka's house.

The blue house wall, low, thin, and simple, is only about 4 square meters in size when you walk in, and it looks very much like an illegal building built under the wall in the courtyard, but it is also built behind the majestic and magnificent Royal Palace, St. Mikulaš's Cathedral in the Old Town Square, and an alley close at hand - Golden Alley.

Pingguo wondered how much of Kafka's "Castle" was inspired by this? It is even more snailish than the dwelling in Shencheng, and of course a "Metamorphosis" is needed.

No. 22 Golden Lane, a former home of the world's great writers, Franz Kafka.

People say that Kafka was Austrian, how could he be in the Czech Republic.

Don't say that Pingo is mistaken, in fact, the Czechs never thought of Kafka as a Czech.

Kafka was Austrian and spoke German. But he was born in the Czech Republic and lived in Prague for most of his life, but he was always in the German Chinese circle and spoke and wrote German. It is said that to date, the Czech National Publishing House has not published a complete collection of Kafka's essays.

However, in the history of world literature, Kafka is still a master writer.

After World War II, many schools of modern literature were influenced by him, and the French master writers Sartre and Camus all respected him as their teacher.

It has been argued that "his relationship with our time is closest to that of Dante, Shakespeare, and Goethe to their time." ”

Pingguo's mother and daughter sighed, and in the golden alley, they saw Kafka's house at No. 22, which was actually such a low, simple, and terrible little bungalow.

After walking far away, Pingguo's mind was still painted with the color of blue on the small façade, and he had to keep his head down after entering the house, otherwise, his head would touch the ceiling. The size of the house also seems to be just over 10 square meters.

Franz Kafka received his Juris Doctor degree. Some of the most famous ones include The Castle, The Metamorphosis, and The Trial. The house has now been transformed into a small exhibition with a large number of photographs on display.

From Kafka's childhood to his death. And his manuscripts. Many of his works were not published during his lifetime. Kafka once left a last word to ask his good friend Max Brod to destroy all his manuscripts, but his friend broke his promise. It is also thanks to his friend who did not keep his promise, but after Kafka's death, his manuscript was compiled and published, so that we can read and appreciate it.

Kafka became a pioneer of twentieth-century writers.

Pinggo couldn't help but feel compassion for Kafka's thinking and style that were sometimes too dark, perhaps because it was related to the narrow and dark life of his childhood home and his thin and timid personality.

There is a picture of Kafka at the age of 5, with a lot of purity, surprise and doubt in his eyes.

Kafka wanted to escape Prague, where he was born, from an early age, but never once did it in his lifetime. His father, Hermann Kafka, was a merchant from a rural family, and after completing his military service, he slowly began to accumulate wealth in Prague.

In Kafka's eyes, his father was a tyrant, and he always thought his children were too bad, whether it was for his employees or his children.

It is said that Kafka, after being beaten once, wrote a 100-page letter to his father about the traumas of his childhood and how his father mocked Kafka's passion for what he was passionate about, but he did not dare to send it.

Pinggo is even more certain that the mysterious streets, churches and palaces of the Old Town of Prague, the labyrinthine of narrow, short streets and small courtyards and baroque statues, the noisy bars and hotels, bridges and riverbanks are all sources of inspiration for Kafka's creations.

But in any case, Pingguo still sincerely regrets Kafka and Prague, a cultural heritage city.

Indeed, standing on the Charles Bridge again, as far as the eye can see: the pink-gray walls, the orange roofs, and the alleys that stretch down the gravel pavement, are full of nightmarish feelings, like Kafka's world, Kafka's melancholy, calm and startled eyes, not only on the T-shirts and teacups sold in souvenir shops, but also on the billboards on the streets of Prague.

At just 41 years old, Kafka knew the story of every old house, and he took his friends into the old cathedral, through the baroque gates, through the Renaissance cloisters, into the dark tunnels of the caverns, and into the bleak beer halls nestled in small courtyards.

He would also stand in the courtyard surrounded by a Romanesque cloister, waiting for the sun to soothe it, even though it was only at noon when the sun poured down.

In this way, Pingo felt sad, Kafka in Prague was not at all romantic, nor was he at all elegant, and his suffering was not only from his father: he was Jewish, but he wrote in German, he was an Austrian citizen, and he dreamed of returning home all his life, not in the spacious houses of the old town, but at 22 Golden Lane.

It is said that the Golden Alley was originally a place where sorcerers smelted gold for the king, and more than 20 interconnected wooden houses resemble mysterious streets painted with colored brushes.

And our Kafka, right there, alchemy for the soul of mankind.

Thinking about it like this, Pingguo was relieved and respected this world-class master even more.

Then, Pingguo and his daughter went to the Kafka Museum.

The Kafka Museum, located on Prague's Lesser Town Square, is within walking distance.

The exhibition hall of the museum is divided into two parts, one is about Kafka's real life in this life, and the other is about Kafka's world depicted in it. The contrast between the two is quite interesting.

However, what makes Pingguo strange is that there are two people who look like hooligans at the entrance of the museum, like fountains who are engaged in art in Europe, which is really avant-garde.

Johannes Urzidil once said in 1964: Kafka is Prague, Prague is Kafka!

Kafka once interned at a court. In 1908, Kafka was hired as a lawyer and worked for an insurance company.

During his work, Kafka was indeed brought a deeper sense of loneliness and oppression.

On September 20, 1912, he wrote his first letter to Felice Bauer, and on that fateful night he spent eight hours writing the trial. It was the first time he had used real information as a literary form, emphasizing magical, non-symbolic details, and synthesizing his personal experience.

Kafka was engaged several times in his life, but never married.

Felice Bauer was the woman he was engaged to twice, but the wedding never took place. Kafka found that he could not give his lover the same love of literature as his high demands, so he twice repented of his marriage to Felice.

Pinggo felt that Kafka was really a person who demanded the most of himself.

In Prague, there is also a Kafka monument, nestled between the Spanish Synagogue and the Holy Spirit Christian Church.

The area in which the statue sits is a mixture of Judeo, Catholic and Protestant religions, the monument is inspired by Kafka's short film "A Description of a Struggle", the statue of "separation", which references the spiritual separation mentioned in it.

After Kafka's death, he was buried in the new Jewish cemetery on the eastern outskirts of Prague, with a tombstone between 21 and 22.

Prague has always been in love with Kafka, an Austrian, and Pinggo is relieved to think that this is at least a blessing, after all, Prague is now the only big city in the world where the whole city is a cultural heritage, and Kafka is under protection both in life and death.