I, Coleman, spent a day and a half in the city, and then I waited for that friend of Coleman. At first glance, the man looked like a typical Germanic man, with a well-defined face and blond hair. And from the neat hair, neatly shaved cheeks and chin, and neat and decent clothes, you can feel that this person is a very strict guy.

The man seemed very affectionate when they met, but both of them spoke German, which I didn't understand. However, it seemed that Coleman trusted this man very much, and he took the initiative to show this man the injury on his right arm, and the man obviously saw that it was a gunshot wound, and his face changed and he talked to Coleman for a while.

After the two communicated for about ten minutes, Coleman looked at me and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my most trusted friend over there, Marco?" Muller. ”

What a German name. Coleman then introduced me to the guy, but he didn't seem to care much about me, just nodded politely.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he can get me back to Austria safely, what does it matter to me that he is a fanatical Nazi? Germany is still just a Yankee dogleg, and their gang is more like a terrorist organization, and it is relatively moderate, loosely structured and not threatening.

We followed this guy into his car, and this man came by himself, which shows that not only did Coleman trust him, but he also trusted Coleman very much.

"Where are we going to go?" When I got in the car, I asked.

Coleman looked at Müller when I asked, exchanged some words with him, and said, "Let's go south to the border between Hungary and Croatia." After approaching Zolo Egersegger, head west to Austria. ”

"Then how did he take us across the border?" I asked.

"Of course there is a way." Coleman said confidently, "Don't worry." It's not the first time they've done this. His business is really in Austria, Hungary and Germany, and he is very comfortable in this area. “

I didn't say much to hear Coleman say, since we were already in action, what else was there to say, and I couldn't do anything better here.

After running around for most of the day, and after almost midnight, we arrived in the city of Zolo Eggerseg. We drove straight into the city and stopped at a photo studio-like place.

Mueller got out of the car after parking the car, he led us to the door of the photo studio and knocked on the door, presumably too late, and we knocked about three or four minutes before there was movement from the door. It took about another two minutes for the photo studio door to open.

The man who opened the door seemed to be an old fellow, and Muller seemed to be dissatisfied with the fact that it had taken so long for the door to open, and although he couldn't understand what he was saying, it looked like he was complaining.

But the old guy obviously didn't buy much of Muller's account, and after letting us all into the photo studio and closing the door, he pointed to the clock on the wall and complained for a while, which was exactly what Muller said and he replied with ten sentences.

I looked around through the light in the room, and the walls around the studio were covered with all kinds of photographs, some of which looked like they were some years old, and in addition to the photos of people, many of them were landscapes, architectural ones, and even some sculptures were placed in the corners of the room.

Mueller seemed to have something to do with the old fellow, and he waved his hand and said a few words to the old guy in a softer tone before the old guy stopped nagging.

I looked at the old fellow, who was about fifty years old, dressed in voluminous pajamas, with a pair of glasses, his hair a little messy, some gray hair, and some beard, and he was obviously much scruffier than the man from Müller. He stopped chattering and looked at Coleman and then at me, then at me.

I didn't understand what he was saying, and I spread my hand at him and shook my head to show I didn't know what he was talking about. At this time, Coleman, who was next to me, said in English: "He asked if you were Chinese." ”

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I looked at the old guy and nodded, and the old guy immediately said in Chinese with a serious accent, "I've been to China." Hehe. ”

Muller, who was obviously impatient, looked at the old guy and said something. The old guy gave him a disgruntled look, then turned to look at me and said in English, "My name is Pei Ze, and it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Just as I was about to introduce myself to the old fellow, Müller spoke again. Pei Ze glared at him, but turned and walked towards the photo studio. He led us to a small room, where he turned on the light, and then set me up for Coleman and I, and then he began to look at Coleman and me carefully.

Pei Ze said while looking at it: "I have to look at your appearance, find two people who are more like you." “

After looking at it for a while, Pei Ze flipped out one of his big books, and I glanced at it, and it was full of all kinds of portraits. "There are fewer Asians ... I hope to find something similar. But in our eyes you all look about the same, just like you look at us, hehe. I don't think it's a big problem. “

It was as if he had spoken it specifically to me, because he had been speaking English all along. I looked at Coleman beside me and said, "What is this going to do?" Do you have fake documents? “

Without waiting for Coleman to answer, Pei Ze had already spoken: "Of course. Or what do you think you're doing here? Come for a photo? ”

After looking for about five or six minutes, he pulled out a few photographs, then he looked at them carefully, and after looking at them for a moment, he first picked one up and came to Coleman's side, put the picture next to Coleman's face and looked at it, and after a moment he changed it to another one, and then changed it, and after comparing it again, he finally nodded, put one of them aside, and put the rest back in their original place.

Then he picked up a few photos and compared them to my face in the same way, "Fortunately, I have been to China before, and in addition to photographing a lot of scenery and those strange structures, I also photographed a lot of people there, men, women, young and old, and even children. Hehe, you're very interesting there. He said as he compared, and after comparing back and forth a few times, he finally chose one.

He put the selected photo on the table in the room, put the big notebook full of portraits back and looked at us, "You two." Muller will take you to a resting place, it's getting late, and I wish you a good night's sleep. Good night. “