I looked at him and said, "You don't want to tell me that the old guy from Berlin is also from Dune, right?" If it is, then it's not interesting. ”

"Boring?" D looked at me puzzled, "What do you mean?" ”

"I mean, if that old guy is a Dune guy and he's just here to deal with the Russians or the Seventeenth Innings, then it's not the guy we're looking for. So it's boring. I said.

D nodded as if thinking about it: "You originally went to France to look for Krzhakov, but then you suddenly found that the real target was not him, but someone else. Is that so? ”

"Pretty much." While I was talking, there was a commotion from the hospital, and several policemen entered the hospital, and after a few brief exchanges, they began to register and question the wounded who had been treated one by one.

"Looks like it's time for us to get out of here." D took out his phone as he spoke, and quickly sent a text message, "Follow me, I arranged for someone to pick us up." ”

"Leave?" I looked at the cops and said, "Where do you go from?" ”

"The hospital gate, of course." D said and stood up, and at the same time the text message he sent seemed to have been replied, he looked at it and then looked towards the hospital passage, "This is just a side door, used to arrange first aid, don't you see?" ”

"You know?" I asked.

"I don't know. But won't you look and find? Have you ever been to Switzerland before, to France? D said as he helped me up, and then walked to the hall in front of the hospital.

I wondered why he chose this path, because it was full of police, and at the moment the police had begun to question and record the people who had escaped from the plaza and the shopping mall. Wouldn't it be easier to get the other person to notice us by walking from here?

But in fact, I think too much, the people here are very busy at the moment, and this is not a classroom where everyone sits quietly and glances at the past and can see everyone at a glance, but people are constantly coming and going, some are crying, some are moaning in pain, and there are constantly new hospitals that need to be treated and treated. In addition to the wounded and doctors, these police officers are also very busy, not only maintaining order, keeping records of interviews, but also helping doctors or nurses with other tasks from time to time. So in fact, no one deliberately noticed that we were leaving, and even asked a nurse for directions while helping me walk halfway.

We made it to the real gate of the hospital, and as soon as we walked out of the gate, a car quickly pulled up from the parking space on the side of the road and pulled to the side of the road and stopped.

D quickly came to the side of the car and opened the rear door for me to sit in, while he got into the car from the other side after I got into the car and sat next to me.

After getting into the car, I looked at the driver in front of me, this person was a Caucasian man, wearing glasses, and seemed to have two beards, like a middle-aged man. Dressed like a taxi driver you often see on the road here.

"So..." D adjusted his sitting position after getting into the car, "Then we can continue the previous topic." ”

"What topic to continue? Krzhakov? "I couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Of course not him. It's your goal. After you found out that Krzhakov was not your target, it seemed to me that you were taking the old man I gave you as the real target, right? D asked.

Hearing this question, I looked at the person driving in front of me, and immediately waved his hand and said, "Don't worry." It's my own people, and the Chinese dialect is not yet widespread enough that most people in Europe can understand it. ”

"What the hell do you want to know?" I saw that he had no scruples and immediately asked, "And where are we going?" ”

"Go to my place. It's safe, and I can take you to meet Heinkx by the way. D smiled and continued, "As for what I want to know, it's clear that I want to know what you are based on to change your goals. I mean, it's not logical that you wouldn't take such a big risk just because Berlin sent someone to deal with you. Then it must be what you have discovered and the value of this old man. That's why such a risky move was taken in such an unfavorable situation. And I just want to know, what do you know that makes you so determined to kill that old man at the cost of destruction? It's definitely a big secret, right? ”

"Huh. You know what's the use? "I smiled bitterly, he was right, the seventeenth game has indeed been destroyed." That's just some old stuff. And the seventeenth game has not been able to match those old things with the current old guy so far. ”

"Really? Old? That's even more interesting. D said and looked at me and continued: "You should understand that in fact, in this business, as a counter-espionage party, you always know it later. So if you want to know the ins and outs, you have to look up all kinds of information, in other words, and according to you, look up the old things. So when you say that, I'm even more interested. ”

"What the hell is going on in Dune? Why do I think you're always deliberately avoiding the topic of sand dunes? I immediately asked.

"Avoid?" d was stunned for a moment when he heard me say this, and then denied it: "Why should I avoid it? ”

"So, what the hell are the dunes for? Why are they still killing each other? I continued to ask.

"You're so strange, you said you were boring before, and now you're asking me. But it's nothing to tell you, no matter how much I say, it's just a corner of the dunes. D thought for a moment and said, "You're right, it's an underground organization. But history is long. I've heard two theories, one says it dates back to a religious community in the Middle Ages, and I don't believe in that, that's. The other is that it originated after the Great War, some say it was World War I, some say it was World War II. This argument is more plausible, and I prefer the second version of World War II. The people who built the sand dunes came from different countries, to be precise, different belligerent countries, and I don't know the specific identities or anything, but it is said that they are all a group of intelligence people. He looked at me and said, "As for why they killed each other. Because the dunes are divided, they are divided into different factions, some of which have taken refuge in what you call an above-ground organization, such as a powerful government, and some who continue to turn to no one, but stick to the so-called traditions. Others are even more bizarre, they deal with the dunes in turn as if they were enemies. ”

"What's this mess?" I looked at D in confusion and said, "Can such an organization exist?" Shouldn't it have been done a long time ago? ”

"Alright. Whether they should be finished or not is their business. Let's talk about my question. I've answered your question, and maybe you're not satisfied, but I know so much, and Dune isn't really the point, is it? Let's talk about something I'm interested in, maybe it will solve some of the questions you want to know. ”

Seeking fat...

(End of chapter)