Hearing Jiang Xinyue say this, Lin Fei recalled a past incident ten years ago......

The French Bordeaux Wine Association is holding a grand international wine exhibition, Vinexpo, and Lin Fei and a few of his companions come to charming Bordeaux for a mission, and several of them stay in a luxury hotel on the banks of the Garonne River.

When night fell, Lin Fei took a cool shower, changed into a high-end suit, held a cigarette in his mouth, and walked leisurely on the not very wide streets of Bordeaux with his hands in his trouser pockets.

This bridge no longer has any traces of Napoleon's expedition to Spain, and what can be seen is the endless vicissitudes and pathos after a hundred years of wind and rain.

The hero gradually disappeared, leaving behind only the laughter and conversation of posterity......

Lin Fei stood for a long time, continued to walk forward, passing by the ancient church of Saint-Michel, he stopped again, the kind of sacredness brought by this building, the kind of calm and vigorous, expelled the impetuousness in his heart, and all the sorrows and troubles in his thoughts disappeared......

He said secretly: No wonder the priests choose to devote themselves to their cultivation in such a peaceful place, and it is this strong affinity that attracts countless devout believers to make a pilgrimage here.

Lin Fei raised his head and looked at the top of the church bell tower, where the archangel Saint Michel was holding a sharp sword, pointing straight at the sky, spreading his wings and ready to fly. He is the valiant archangel who guards the entrance to heaven; He had defeated Satanic demons; He blessed the land of Normandy; He can weigh the human soul and distinguish between good and evil; He led people to heaven and saved them from the temptations of evil spirits......

Looking at the statue of Saint-Michel, Lin Fei's face was solemn, and he said to himself: "It seems that many people's hearts yearn for beauty, justice, and light......

After a moment's stay, he walked into a house called Molini. The Grand Hotel Arc, a hotel that blends neoclassical style with style, exudes eclectic luxury and modernity.

In the marble lobby on the first floor of the hotel, the otherworldly crystal chandeliers shimmer brightly, and the elegant red-orange silk fabric accents make the Bordeaux marble no longer cold.

Accompanied by a waiter, Lin Fei walked into the elegant dining room, came to a dining table, and sat on the soft and comfortable orange sofa.

Not far away, at a dining table, a man and a woman were sitting.

The man was in his thirties, burly and wore an Armani haute couture suit. He had a grim face, a pair of crystal glasses on the high bridge of his nose, and behind the lenses were a pair of eyes that shimmered with cold green.

Sitting opposite him was a woman, also in her thirties, with an oriental appearance, a handsome face, a slender figure was not plump, and a black wrapping skirt tightly wrapped around the woman, showing the wonderful figure just right.

Lin Fei casually drank red wine and delicate seafood, and swept his gaze to the man and woman from time to time.

One hour later, the man stood up, walked up to the woman, and gentlemanly put on a silk shawl for the woman, and the woman smiled slightly and walked out of the dining room side by side with the man.

Lin Fei immediately followed......

The man and woman stopped in front of a luxury suite, and the woman smiled at the man: "Thank you, I'm very happy today, good night......"

The man frowned and whispered, "Jiang, don't you want me to sit in your room for a while and drink a cup of milk tea you brewed?" ”

"Domec, I'm sorry, it's late." The woman bowed her head.

"Just sit down for a while, I'll drink a cup of milk tea and leave immediately." The man gently placed his hand on the woman's waist.

The woman nodded helplessly, opened the door, and the two of them walked into the room.

Lin Fei walked out from the corner of the stairs, and he quietly came to the door of this suite.

The woman walked into the room and turned on a coffee pot, while the man sat down on the couch.

The woman turned around and smiled faintly, "The milk tea I brewed when I left, heat it up, and you can drink it right away." ”

The man stood up, walked to the woman's side, raised his eyebrows, quickly took out a handkerchief and covered her nose and mouth, and the woman collapsed limply on the carpet.

The man smiled evilly, folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, leaned down to pick the woman up, and walked into the bedroom triumphantly.

The woman lay on the big bed, and the man said coldly, "I am no longer the Domec you used to know, the merchant who ran the wine business. I'm now a saint. Devout Smith, I hate all Orientals, Africans, and you should not stay in this world. For the sake of our former classmates, I will let you die comfortably today. ”

The man pulled out an extremely thin needle, and inside was a pale green liquid. He walked up to the woman, hesitated, and shook his head, "It's a pity, such a beautiful woman is going to die, why don't you let me enjoy it first." ”

The man walked around to the side of the bed, gently unfastened the woman's shoes, and a pair of hands that had been stained with blood reached out to the woman.

Suddenly, he felt the bedroom door open softly, followed by a cold voice: "Domec, I have finally found you, it turns out that you are the demon who caused a series of murders in the town." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, turned around and glanced at Lin Fei, with a strange smile on his face. "You are also an Oriental, and you have come just in time, I will send you to hell first, where you will not feel lonely, and you will have this beautiful woman with you in a while."

Lin Fei smiled disdainfully, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff and spit out a thick smoke, and then spit a large mouthful of saliva at the man named Domec, "You don't pee and take pictures, okay, I want to see how you send me to hell." ”

Domec frowned, his chest was full of Lin Fei's saliva, he picked up a towel to wipe his chest, and scolded: "Damn, you dare to spit on me......"

Lin Fei took another mouthful, and this time accurately spit into Domec's gaping mouth. His body quickly moved to Domek's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to clasp his neck, "Boy, you are a devil who is more murderous than Satan, how did we Orientals and Africans provoke you, let you cruel guy hate us so much, you are the one who will go to hell today." ”

The woman on the bed moved slightly, she opened her eyes and struggled to sit up, she felt her head dizzy, her blurred eyes looked helplessly at the two men in front of her, "Domec, why are you fascinating me?" You, who are you? ”