Half an hour later, Geng Chaozhong, who was watching the wind outside, walked back to the hotel, where Yanzi was sitting on the edge of the bed, accompanying the tortured Bledsoe.

"Bledsoe, are you feeling better?" Swallow looked at Bledsoe worriedly.

"I'm fine." Bledsoe was desperately strong, took a shower, changed her clothes, and the woman quickly returned to normal, which made Geng Chaozhong on the side can't help but admire.

"You saved me?" Bledsoe set his eyes on Geng Chaozhong again, "I heard Yanzi say just now that you are very brave. ”

"No, it was the swallow who saved you, I just did a little trivial work." Geng Chaozhong replied—his shoulder was still aching.

"Is this the humble attitude of you Orientals? It's fascinating........" Bledsoe squinted at Geng Chaozhong, and he couldn't tell whether it was mockery or praise in his tone.

"Uh, Bledsoe, you better rest for a few more days, and I won't bother here." Geng Chaozhong wanted to leave.

It is more appropriate to comfort one woman or another.

"I'm a warrior and don't need comfort," Bledsoe stood up, "What's more, it's me who has a problem." ”

"I've been attacked in Berlin too," Swallow began, "Bledsoe, don't take the blame on yourself. ”

"It's my responsibility, if I hadn't come to France, Bledsoe wouldn't have met me, and if Bledsoe hadn't connected with me, he wouldn't have been discovered by the Germans, let alone caught by the Germans, so it's my responsibility to do everything." Geng Chaozhong shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Seems to make sense." The swallow was thoughtful.

"The inference is very logical." Bledsoe nodded.

"Hey, you won't take it seriously, will you!" Geng Chaozhong raised his hands in surrender.

"So, how are you going to compensate us?" Yanzi looked at Geng Chaozhong seriously.

Geng Chaozhong was speechless, he wanted to run away.

"Giggles," Swallow laughed, "Forget it, let's discuss what to do next." It was no accident that the Germans behaved towards us, and I think something must have gone wrong with us. ”

"The Germans tortured me about who went to Berlin, that is, they already knew that we were in contact with the Jewish federation in Berlin, so the problem should be in Germany." Bledsoe also returned to seriousness.

"If that's the case, we're still safe in France for the time being, but we have to be more careful on the German side," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "Yanzi, have you ever made contact with the comrades on the German side?" ”

"A warning message has been sent, but I don't know exactly what's going on in Germany, but given the current situation, I'm afraid it's very difficult for me to return to Germany." Swallow said dejectedly.

"You take a few days of rest with Bledsoe first, and I'll find a chance to solve this problem." Geng Chaozhong said.

"Thank you." The swallow gave a grateful gaze.

"However, I would like to know if there is a place in Paris where there is an exchange of information, something like ...... It's like a café or a tavern......" Geng Chaozhong looked into Yanzi's eyes.

"Yes, Pitain Road, Salon Saint-Caroline," Swallow's eyes lit up, "it is the most famous social place in Paris, where diplomats and intelligence officers of various countries often meet, and where we usually exchange some less important information. ”

"Take me there," Geng Chaozhong's eyes lit up, "I need an introducer." ”

........

The Salon Saint-Caroline is located in the heart of the rue de Pétain, the epicenter of Parisian nightlife, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Geng Chaozhong and the Swallows arrived, but the three-storey baroque building was still full of musical agitation.

"Put this on," Swallow took a black triangular mask from the waiter at the door, "it's a tradition of St. Caroline. ”

"Oh." Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly.

It turned out to be a masquerade, a fashion that had permeated European high society since the 17th century, and of course, it was originally intended for some romantic encounters, but it was also perfect for the exchange of information.

Yanzi also put on a purple diamond-encrusted mask, and after paying a huge sum of four hundred francs, Geng Chaozhong received a VIP card from the Salon de San Carolan, and then, Yanzi put his hand on Geng Chaozhong's palm and entered the center of the dance floor together.

"Dancing is the most direct way to exchange information." The swallow pointed to the dark dance floor, where couples of men and women danced, occasionally exchanging words intimately, like a pair of sweet lovers.

"So, how can you get the news you want?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Tray, put the information you want on the tray, and if anyone knows, they will come and invite you to dance." Swallow said.

"What if it's a man?" Geng Chaozhong asked very carefully.

"There's a billiard hall and a bar over there." Swallow reluctantly pointed to some of the boxes around the dance floor.

"Ness," Geng Chaozhong nodded with satisfaction, "The last question, how to release information. ”

"Also give the tray to the waiter, of course, if you have a certain reputation in the circle, someone will naturally come to ask you." The swallow shrugged.

"Uh," Geng Chaozhong narrowed his eyes, "Roosevelt, have you heard of this person?" ”

"Are you referring to the newly inaugurated President of the United States, Roosevelt, or are you?" The swallow's eyes twinkled like starlight in the darkness.

"Roosevelt, of course, in the intelligence circle, have you ever heard of this person?" Geng Chaozhong smiled.

"I know, of course, that he succeeded in predicting the approximate time when Adolf and Roosevelt would come to power, and at the same time gave the exact date of the Japanese occupation of Manchuria, and we call him the Apocalypse in circles, and there have been countless people looking for his true identity, but unfortunately, he has long since disappeared." Swallow said.

"Uh, Apocalypse, nice name." Geng Chaozhong nodded, then took a pen and paper from the side and began to write something.

"What do you want to do?" Yanzi was a little curious, and set her eyes on Geng Chaozhong's paper.

"It's nothing," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "I want to try some of my own intelligence." ”

After a while, a waiter came over, took the note handed by Geng Chaozhong, and then bowed down and asked, "Excuse me, who is the publisher of this message?" ”

"Roosevelt." Geng Chaozhong smiled.

"Good luck." The waiter's eyes flashed with light.

"Let's go." As the waiter left, Geng Chaozhong also stood up.

"Just leave?" Swallow's voice was a little surprised.

"Otherwise, it's just my first time." Geng Chaozhong spread his hands.

"A gentleman will not be stingy with his invitation," the swallow remained motionless, "at least, to celebrate today's victory." ”

"Okay," Geng Chaozhong stood up and bowed slightly, "May I ask you to dance?" ”

"Yes." Swallow smiled.