Mademoiselle Baron's words are hard to guess.

If it was a normal person who asked this sentence, then according to the meaning revealed in the words, An Feng might know the person he was going to meet, but he would never have thought of his appearance.

But Mademoiselle Baroness was abnormal.

This aristocratic lady did not study the normal schoolwork since she was a child, and they learned how to enjoy life and appreciate art...... According to the usual words, this young lady baron is also a Wen Qing, and she is a foreign Wen Qing, she does not have the word "reality" in her mind, once the emotion comes, she can do things completely by feeling, and she has the capital of emotional impulses.

So An Feng just shook his head at her question, he smiled gently, and replied gently: "Such a difficult question, there is no clue at all, how can you let me guess?" ”

Well, Miss Baron is not a person with a low IQ, she can be simple, but she will definitely not be stupid, but she thinks about problems, with a little irrational literary taste, and An Feng thinks about problems with the cautious logic of a science professional student, of course, such logic may be cold, may not be mixed with any feelings, he often points to the truth, but it is emotionally unacceptable.

Miss Barons is beautiful and coquettish, in her circle, Miss Baroness also overwhelms the men around her with her wisdom, which makes her very proud, the proud Miss Baroness likes to see men succumb in front of her, An Feng confessed to defeat this time, although there was a little irrational taste, but Miss Baron felt very happy.

Finally, this guy on the other side also has something that he doesn't know, ha, ha, he's so happy, of course, who he's about to meet, I won't tell him.

An Feng saw an old man in his seventies, this old man was full of the breath of the sunset, he looked very old, very weak, he lived in the largest living room on the top floor of the castle, by the fireplace was his work desk, it was early spring, the fire in the fireplace was burning, baking the old man's body, making the old man exude a rotten atmosphere.

The table in front of the old man is not big, a bit like the size of a domestic chess table, there is a sand table on the table The terrain presented by the sand table, there are mountain beams and valleys, as well as small rivers and ink workshops, the old man is moving a few tin soldiers, he carefully carved the heads of the tin soldiers, and then the carved tin soldiers are placed on the hillside one by one, and there are Huatang artillery, Huatang spearmen, and a large number of cavalry wearing red cavalry uniforms on the completed position, and those tin soldiers are only 1.5 centimeters long, very delicate and compact.

At a glance, An Feng found that the other party was lined up in the Battle of Waterloo, of course, the number of participants on both sides of the Battle of Waterloo was as high as 500,000, and the sand table carved by the old man was only a part of the battlefield.

Westerners fight wars, and hundreds of people are dispatched to fight, which may be a national war, and the exchange of hundreds of thousands of people, in the Middle Ages, may be a unique super-scale battle, so the battlefield situation of the Battle of Waterloo has been enthusiastically copied by many military enthusiasts over and over again.

After the lively and active young lady led An Feng into the room, she also became a good girl, she didn't say a word, didn't dare to move, stood quietly five or six steps away from the old man, pretending to be a statue, and she didn't introduce An Feng to ...... Of course, An Feng didn't need to be introduced by the other party, he vaguely guessed who the old man on the other side was.

The old man carefully inserted the tin soldiers, and this incident took five or six minutes, during which An Feng and the baroness were silent, until the old man finished checking his handiwork, and let out a long, aging sigh: "At that time, I was there, and I will be there again." ”

It's not the words of a time-traveler, it's not a line from a goblin who has lived for hundreds of years, it's a quote from General Patton, who is a war maniac, a typical soldier who makes war a profession.

At that time, General Patton led his army to defeat the German army and win a complete victory in the African theater, he took his adjutant to tour the ancient Egyptian battlefield, and then enthusiastically described the war 3,000 years ago to the adjutant, and then he told the adjutant very seriously: "At that time, I was on the spot. ”

An Feng raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Left wing?" ”

The old man nodded solemnly and seriously, and began to point to the tin soldier queue with old age spots, telling about the leading generals and corps commanders on the left flank, and he even introduced a certain company on the left flank in detail, pointing to the tin soldier queue, and telling the name, title, battlefield performance, and under what circumstances each soldier died. His words, spoken in the old man's usual calm tone, were full of eerie flavors, making people feel as if he was a thousand-year-old ghost, telling his personal experience.

His tone is so affirmative, so convinced, it is easy to destroy people's self-confidence and make people's thoughts fall into the other party's context, but An Feng was not frightened by the other party, he listened to the other party's narrative calmly, and the expressions on his face were full of amazement and admiration from time to time.

The old man's speech was very slow, and this narration lasted for more than forty minutes, and after more than forty minutes, the old man waved his hand, pointed to the bookcase on the other wall and said slowly: "Cabinet No. 3 in row D of the bookshelf, you help me bring the seventh book." ”

An Feng didn't say a word, walked to the bookcase with unhurried steps, the number of the bookcase is counted from top to bottom, D is ranked in the fourth cabinet door, the third layer is counted from the ceiling, and the third layer of bookshelves below, An Feng deftly climbed the ladder next to him, opened the door of the bookcase without hesitation, picked out the books designated by the old man from inside, and handed the book to the old man without questioning or hesitation.

After the old man turned out the book, he touched the pen on the side of the desk, wrote a few words directly on the title page, and then pinned the pen to the page, and handed it to An Feng with a pen: "I wrote it, give it to you." ”

An Feng was stunned for a moment, when he took off the book, he didn't read the name of the book, the book looks old, the binding style is a popular style two hundred years ago, and the title page of the book is covered with good parchment, with a few gilded words written on it: "I am fighting at Waterloo".

An Feng couldn't help but want to open the book to see who the author of the book was, but he suppressed the impulse with the greatest perseverance, he respectfully put away the book and bowed shallowly to the old man.

The old man waved his hand sluggishly, and an Italian with a pale face and black clothes walked into the old man ghostly, and handed the old man a walking stick, this walking stick was very simple, only a black diamond of more than twenty carats was inlaid on the top of the cane, and the rest of the part was not decorated at all, and the whole was gray, and it was impossible to see what metal it was made of, but this metal must be very light and very tough.

The old man put his hands on the crutches, and the index finger of his right hand stroked the edge of the diamond and said slowly: "You are a strong-willed person, a person who is not easy to shake, so I am relieved." ”

After that, the old man slowly stood up with the support of the housekeeper next to him, and walked out sluggishly, An Feng took a look at the housekeeper who supported the old man very carefully, because the young housekeeper was too handsome, with short white and blonde hair, and his appearance was a bit similar to that of the famous male model Luke Vollow, who was completely a male god, handsome and heart-wrenching.

But Mademoiselle Baroness turned a blind eye to the handsome man, and throughout the conversation her big beautiful eyes kept down, looking only at her toes, and when the old man was carried out of the door, Mademoiselle Baroness breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her relaxation was unnoticeable, but in the extraordinarily silent hall she exhaled loudly.

This old man must be the great elder in charge of the mysterious society of Beddy Bowley, An Feng entered Pakistan this time and used the mafia's arms smuggling route, and he is now cooperating with Miss Baron to carry out submarine drilling, this industry will be the hope of the next century, and it is natural for the old man to come into contact with An Feng head-on.

Perhaps, under the old man's confident narration, he will be hypnotized by the old man's language if he is not firm in his will, thinking that the old man did live in the Napoleonic era, and then has lived until now, but An Feng's nerves are definitely made of steel, once he makes a judgment, no one can shake his judgment, because he firmly believes that his judgment is definitely the only correct answer that has been reached through rigorous reasoning.

So the old man spent forty minutes telling, but he did not shake An Feng's judgment, and from this old man's conclusion, An Feng is an absolutely confident person, a strong-willed person, and an unwavering person.

This means that An Feng's relationship with Miss Baroness is definitely a choice made by An Feng under rational thinking, this choice will not be easily shaken, for the Bedi Bowley Society, such a person is helpful to the organization, even if he occasionally uses the resources of the club, the club does not have to worry about not being able to recover the cost.

The old man just went away and didn't look back, and An Feng, who locked the old man with a supernatural feeling, also found that when the old man walked out of the castle, more than a dozen bodyguards appeared around - of course, An Feng had already discovered the existence of these people, and it was such a heavily guarded situation that allowed An Feng to vaguely judge the identity of the other party.

The bodyguards surrounded the old man and withdrew from the castle like a tide, these people walked into the fisherman's town and quickly disappeared into a yacht on the dock, the yacht immediately anchored and immediately disappeared into the sea, and at this time, Miss Baroness was leading the empty castle of An Feng's restaurant, during this period, she did not explain a word about the identity of the old man.

This castle used to be the defense of the Crusaders, there is a secret passage through the cliff, all the way to the bottom of the cliff, there is a large cave at the bottom of the cliff, it is said that the bottom of the cave leads to the sea, it is to be a fierce man to go down, hold his breath and dive for about five minutes, you can swim out of the cliff and to the sea outside. And this passage to Haiti, even at low tide, the entrance of the cave is not exposed above the sea, so it is absolutely secret and absolutely unknown.

When he led An Feng out of the cave, he walked down the steps at night and introduced: "Maybe you will think that the secret passage of Zhilu Road can be directly infiltrated into the castle from the open sea...... Ha Luha, it is not easy to do this, because the sea is under our watch, and the hole is difficult to find, even if someone finds the hole and sneaks in, what can he do, this small island is just a small island for everyone to vacation, and it is forbidden to carry guns on the island.

So sneaking into this little island, you can find nothing but a few decadent, retirement-ready vacationers, and you really don't know how to spend a lot of money to sneak into. ”

After a pause, Miss Baron's gaze fell on the book that An Feng was clipped under her arm, she pointed to the pen that An Feng was still inserting on the page of An Feng's book, and reminded: "You put away that fountain pen, the shell of this fountain pen comes from a pair of Milanese armor from the twelfth century, and the people who have this kind of fountain pen are all VIPs recognized by our society...... Hey, as long as you have this pen in your pocket, you can enter and exit any family territory without being hindered or checked. ”

The shape of the fountain pen given by the old man is very simple, its shell is silver, the only unique thing is the lower part of the cap of the fountain pen, with a layer of silver skirt, so that the full cap is removed and placed on the table, looking like a pair of machine armor.

Having said so much, Miss Baron still did not explain the origin of the old man, this dialogue mode looks weird, but Miss Baron and An Feng seem to have fixed this dialogue mode, the two of them are also people with a lot of secrets, An Feng appeared on the island empty-handed, and suddenly appeared on the island, the cordon on the island did not find out how An Feng came from, An Feng does not need to explain this, Miss Baron seems to have understood.

Similarly, An Feng didn't need Miss Baron to explain too much, he just needed to know that Miss Baron Dao had introduced him to a powerful old man through family relations, and that was enough, and he took his share.

An Feng thought that he came empty-handed, a little embarrassed, but in fact, his trip to Pakistan, the harvest was not small, but unfortunately these gains could not be taken out to see the light, and more importantly, these gains must be the harvest of the submarine mining company, which is not enough to stuff his teeth.

The Baroness led An Feng to a house in the castle, which housed a CNC machine tool, as well as mountains of gem ore, jade ore, and various precious metal ores.

Miss Baron, who held An Feng's hand, walked to the large workbench in front of the machine tool, the workbench was full of various design drawings, Miss Baroness grabbed a stack of sketches, while showing off, while saying, "Look, this is the sketch I designed, I think there is some inspiration, with some regrets, alas, now the product design has entered the three-dimensional era, the flat sketch can not show the style of the product, I am now learning three-dimensional drawing, what do you think of the computer?" Can you teach me? ”

An Feng smiled, and he replied: "I have cataloged (pirated) several programs in high school, and I now have the patented technology of eleven software, so let's make a 3D mapping software for you, and you can ......realize your imagination on this software."

Of course, the work of compiling software is very boring, although An Feng's ten fingers are like flying butterflies on the keyboard, but Miss Baron looked at it for a moment, immediately walked to the workbench, and began to think about her own design, of course, this kind of thinking is not blind contemplation, Miss Baron browsed the scenery around the world, browsed the garden buildings around the world, in order to find inspiration from it.

After a morning's work, Miss Baroness looked at the images for several hours, and An Feng's software had been successfully cataloged. In fact, this software can't be regarded as his compilation, he just gives a research direction, and the rest of the steps are deduced and improved by intelligent computers, a large-scale software, cataloging work often takes several years, and requires the efforts of dozens of people, but An Feng can complete it in only one morning, without the help of intelligent computers, is this possible?!

After a simple run and test, this software was quickly sent to Wu Xiyue, who applied for a patent and put it up for sale, but An Feng didn't regard this as a way to make a fortune, because it was too appalling, in fact, he was not a computer genius, and he had no intention of developing in this area.

At noon, the two of them had a meal in the castle, and during the meal, An Feng taught Miss Baroness to operate the 3D mapping software, and the scene was so warm that they didn't return for a long time and almost missed dinner.

On the terrace of the castle, after witnessing the sunset, the two walked out of the castle hand in hand, and walked down the cliff along the country road, the Eros cottage was on the edge of the fisherman's town, and when they walked to the door, Miss Baroness was reluctant to go in, she took An Feng's hand and greeted: "Go to the dock, Aledo should come back at this time, Aledo likes fishing, let's go see his harvest today, maybe we can add a dish to dinner." ”

An Feng was like a man in love, looking a little stupid and agreeing, at this time, Argyle poked his head out of the roof terrace and yelled at An Feng, when An Feng looked up, the hairs on his back stood up unconsciously - just walking down the cliff path, An Feng felt that the atmosphere in the fisherman's town was wrong, it seemed that there was something more, and there seemed to be something missing.

An Feng was not familiar with this small island, of course, in the rules of being a guest, it was inconvenient for him to have an in-depth understanding of this town, but after looking up, he finally understood that there was suddenly a murderous aura in the town.

Speaking of murderous aura, it's funny that An Feng refused to admit such a mysterious thing before, but at this moment, his sixth sense felt an invisible and qualitative cold, this cold was full of killing intent, and in the kung fu he looked up, Argyle, who leaned out of the balcony on the roof, seemed to be abnormal, he waved his hand at An Feng, and said briefly: "I ate, where are you going?" You don't have to look for me when you come back, I'm going to go for a walk. ”

During this period, Miss Baron did not stop, she held An Feng in her hand, so An Feng could only smile casually, while chatting with Miss Baron, while frantically searching the surroundings with her transcendent sense. How did such a strong murderous aura come about? No, maybe it's blood, could it be because the assassin who just killed someone is hiding on the island on vacation? Haluha, am I not such an assassin? I like to shoot from a distance, though, and the opponent may like to fight in close quarters with a dagger.

Most of the houses in the fisherman's town are empty, and occasionally a few rooms are occupied, and the people in them are either sleeping or watching TV and drinking, and there is only one street in this town, along which there are two rows of houses, and the streets are very sparsely populated, and there are two women dressed as nuns at the end of the town.

There was a fat man in the middle of the town, wearing beach shorts, a plaid shirt, and a straw hat, wiping his sweat while walking, he was passing through a door, at this time, the door behind him was usually opened, the fat man's eyes rolled, and he found that a blonde girl came out of the door, very beautiful and moving, the fat man smiled slightly, nodded and said hello, and continued to walk.

At this time, the fat man had already walked to the door panel, which happened to be at the corner of the pillar next to the door, and An Feng, who was observing the street from a distance, noticed the blonde girl coming out of the door, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a pistol in his left hand suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly.

Is that...... Missing Susanna?