"Please help me contact Mr. Baptiste, 'Watchdog' Baptiste."

Mr. Louis's voice was calm, even a little cold, as if he did not have the courage to say it without speaking in such a tone.

He spoke English, not as standard as the day shift security team, with some French accents, but it was enough for Yu Ye to guess what he was saying.

But Yu Ye shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand what Mr. Louis was talking about.

The original purpose was achieved, but if it was not enough to have only a nickname and a title that he didn't know if he was a surname or a first name, he needed something more.

The scam was simple, but it was a little complicated to set up, and even a small room was built to pretend to be a cell, and Mr. Louis's position determined that he had access to some things, but definitely not much, and it was impossible to go to the black prison, otherwise he would have been seen through at a glance.

Seeing the man outside the door shaking his head, Monsieur Louis frowned, he was sure he was not mistaken, but the name he had found out four years earlier, perhaps out of date, but there was no other way, he repeated it again: "Baptiste 'Watch Dog', the ghost of the Louvre, the Sheep Farmer of Tria." ”

After speaking, he suddenly realized that the other party might have shook his head because he couldn't understand English, and hurriedly said it again in French.

Yu Ye closed the small window with a "snap", turned his head to look at Liang Jun, and Liang Jun nodded helplessly, meaning that it was impossible to get anything from Mr. Louis anymore.

So, Yu Ye disappeared in place, and something touched the top of Mr. Louis's head. But before he could look up, he fainted.

……

This time I woke up from the cold, but the difference was that I wasn't cold. It's a cold face, and a pain in the head.

The forehead was not a normal pain, and he was dizzy, and Mr. Louis was also lying on the ground, but this time he couldn't sit up immediately, just raised his head with a frown, and reached out to touch his forehead.

There is a bag on the forehead of the boss. There seemed to be a wound, but the blood had frozen, and the fingers hadn't been touched. There was a pebble in front of it, and there were some blood stains on it, and it was very cold because his face was buried in blood.

Struggling to sit up. I looked around. He found that it was a very familiar street, the same street he had walked on before going to the black prison, and when he raised his watch, it was broken, and it stayed at 10:43, and the flashlight like a short stick beside him was also broken, and the glass cover and light bulb were shattered into glass slag.

Did he just fall and faint on a rock? Got a dream?

Not far in front of you is a small but historic tavern, and only the tavern is still open. It's very comfortable to drink a glass of spirits on a cold day, so business is good.

Everyone was startled to see a man with a big mouth on his forehead and a big bag stumbling into the tavern, and immediately someone called for an ambulance, but the police were not called, because Monsieur Louis was wearing a trusty dark blue security uniform, and everyone in Paris could recognize where it was.

Before he could open his mouth at the bar, the bartender handed over a glass of Bruichladdich-X4-Quadrupled-Whiskey, the fourth strongest liquor in the world, 92 degrees, something that can be used as gasoline, so there is only a small glass, because this wine can really drink the dead.

Mr. Louis hesitated for a moment, took the cup with the thick line of his fingers and drank it down, and immediately felt that the pain in his forehead was gone, but his head was even more dizzy, his eyes widened, and he asked the bartender, "What time is it?" ”

The bartender glanced up at the clock on the wall and replied, "Eleven twenty." ”

Mr. Louis wanted to ask "what day", but before he asked, it occurred to him that he could not lie on the street for a day without paying attention, otherwise he would have frozen to death, so it seemed that it was only thirty-seven minutes from the time he fainted to the time he woke up.

Sure enough, it was a dream, fortunately it was a dream, and this dream must not be told to others, and it must not be ...... But why did I feel so hungry after only forty minutes?

Unfortunately, before he could figure it out, Mr. Louise collapsed, this time drunk.

After more than ten minutes, the ambulance finally arrived, and it was very hard to drive on such a snowy day.

Hunger was naturally caused by Yu Ye, and even the growth rate of the skin could be accelerated with True Qi, not to mention the peristalsis speed of the stomach and intestines.

……

……

"What do you think he means by watchdogs, by ghosts of the Louvre, by Trian farmers and herders? Are they all the titles of one person? With so many titles, that person must be very ...... Awesome or weird, right? Liang Jun dismantled the camera in the fake cell.

They were now in the underground of Paris, in the palace-like sewers, and it took only three days to build the house, but it took four days to set it up, but fortunately it had the expected effect, the house did not have to be demolished, but the monitoring equipment inside had to be removed and taken away, and their fingerprints and those of Monsieur Louis had to be wiped off.

Yu Ye was wiping the fingerprints on the door, and because of thinking, his movements slowed down a bit, and after a while, he spoke: "The janitor should be the gatekeeper of the black prison, maybe the warden; The ghost of the Louvre is supposed to mean that he can appear or disappear in the Louvre at any time, indicating that the entrance and exit of the underground passage is in the Louvre; I don't know much about the sheep herders in Tria, Baptiste herds sheep? ”

Tan Fan, who was mopping the floor, suddenly stopped his movements, raised his head and said, "Shepherd is the Christian name for Jesus, could it be that Baptiste is a Christian?" The Grand Canal of Versailles was dug by the Crusaders, and the Crusaders were fanatical believers, is it ...... All the jailers must be Christians? ”

The three of the thousands of doors have different division of labor, and Liang Jun is the strongest in setting up a scam and breaking a scam; Tan Fan's hands-on ability is extremely high, and forging things is a must, and this fake cell is what he did; Wang Yi is a master of collecting and analyzing intelligence, and Mr. Louis is the one he found.

"Possibly!" Liang Jun gave Tan Fan a thumbs up.

Trianon ...... Trianon ...... This name is very familiar......" Wang Yi, who wiped the bed and toilet, thought for a while and patted his thigh: "In Versailles, there is a Grand Trianon built by Louis XIV for his mistress, and there is a Petite Trianon built by Louis XV for his mistress, and next to the Petit Trianon there is a Swiss farm built by Louis XVI for his queen, who often dresses up as a shepherdess and plays role play with Louis XVI. ”

Yu Ye immediately threw the rag in his hand to Tan Fan, said "I'll take a look", and disappeared in place, but it didn't take long for it to reappear, Wang Yi was startled: "So fast? You haven't been to Namek, have you? ”

Yu Ye smiled a little embarrassedly: "Borrow your map to envoys, I don't know where the road is in the Little Trianon Palace." ”

The map on the communicator is very clear, but unfortunately there is no detailed place name, which is not as good as an ordinary tourist map.

Remembering the locations on the map in his mind, Yu Ye called the map to Wang Yi and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes again, this time he did not come back, and came to the southwest as fast as he could, entering the town of Versailles.

You can hide your body, and no one will notice you even if you move on the road, as long as you don't get hit by a car.

The Palace of Versailles closes at half past five in the afternoon, as does the gardens in front of the Grand Trianon at half past seven in the afternoon.

The dark night made the Palace of Versailles and the garden in front of it look very eerie and terrifying, Yu Ye was still a little afraid of those mysterious and unknown objects, so he was a little frightened, there were many rumors of the haunting of the Palace of Versailles, he didn't dare to approach, and came directly to the Grand Trianon Garden according to the map in his mind.

The Petit Trianon is an independent building, not far away is the decent, but small farm, thatched houses, mills, sheepfolds, very refined, I wonder if Louis XVI's queen dressed as a shepherdess to play role-play, did she wear something in the heavy felt......

The "pasture" arrived, but there was no shepherd, of course, if there was really a person walking around in a monk's robe, Yu Ye would be frightened.

He is not in a hurry to leave, it is still snowing, thick clouds reflect the lights of the city of Paris, illuminating this place very brightly, the "watchdog" Mr. Bapiste may appear in the middle of the night, or enter the garden at dawn to clean, anyway, he is not afraid of the cold, just wait here for the night, since it is a "ghost", Baptiste will be more likely to be active at night.

Naturally, he won't squat and wait stupidly, anyway, now that he has a name and a nickname, it means that he has a clue, Yu Ye called Han Xing and asked her to contact the person named Schelle? The Middle Easterners of Sennar, see if you can get more from him.

Scherer? Sennar is a broker, the mercenary team sent by the Zeng family to kill him was found from him, the brokers are all intelligence dealers, they have no position, only look at interests, they can buy intelligence from them if they have money, and selling a few pieces of information to two hostile countries is enough for them to eat for a lifetime, so successful brokers are very rich, and therefore brokers are also hated by all power groups, this is a high-risk profession, and if you have money, you have to spend your life, so you have to have a good relationship with the intelligence agencies or secret agencies of most countries, Yanhuang Awakening is a good choice.

Midnight in France is already a Chinese morning, and Han Xing has woken up, but Scherer, who is in the Middle East? Sennar was still asleep, and the situation about Baptiste would not be found for a while, so Yu Ye had to wait patiently.

Yu Ye was patient, but he didn't wait too long, it wasn't that Han Xing replied to the message, but in the silent night, a strange voice suddenly appeared, like a giant beast roaring, and like a stone door opening, the sound was very dull, and it was abrupt.

The cold hairs on the back of Yu Ye's neck stood up.

…… (To be continued......)

PS: Radish voted again, the lowest is 6,000 words, ruthless!