"This is the joy of our royalists."

Crossing four avenues and five alleys, Edmundo led Geng Chaozhong to the outside of a chess club with a sign of "Strumman Chess Club", which is only a line away from the most prosperous eighth arrondissement of Paris.

"Thank you, Lord Edmundo, for your trust." Geng Chaozhong said gratefully.

"Hehe, there's nothing to trust or distrust, we're just a bunch of abandoned waste," Edmundo pushed open the double door with all sorts of bells and whistles, "This place has been open for at least ten years, and almost all of our younger generation grew up here." ”

On the first floor is a dimly lit hall, there are several long-haired young people sitting next to the green card table, waving the cards in their hands boredly, seeing Edmundo come in, they all raised their hands to say hello, Edmundo smiled and asked rhetorically, "Has Bledsoe been here?" ”

"No, Edmundo," a red-haired young man laughed, "Edmundo, you'd better keep a good look, Bledsoe is not a good woman." ”

Edmundo shook his head, his eyes filled with indifference after the results were confirmed.

Walking through a narrow staircase, Edmundo led Geng Chaozhong into a box on the second floor, then shrunk into the old-fashioned sofa in the corner, muttering to himself: "It seems that Bledsoe can't come back....... and then casually pointed to the wine cabinet in the corner: "There is wine in the cabinet, pour it yourself!" ”

Geng Chaozhong walked to the front of the wine cabinet, poured a glass of wine for Edmundo and himself, sat opposite him, and whispered, "Edmundo, what are your plans?" ”

"What are you going to do?" Edmundo smiled meaninglessly, "Of course, continue to play cards, dance, and occasionally go to the Black Cat Tavern for fun." ”

"But Bledsoe is dead, don't you want to run away?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Escape? Where to flee to? "Edmundo seems to have seen everything." We can sneak back to Moscow and wait for an opportunity to overthrow those brutal guys! Geng Chaozhong tentatively suggested.

"Haha," Edmundo sang, with a mocking smile on his face, "Hey, little Apple, where are you going, you can't get out of the courtyard of the Suppression Committee!" ”

Familiar songs......

Geng Chaozhong once listened to some captured White Russian military officers in Vladivostok.......

"Forget it, Charles," Edmundo shook his head in frustration, "you know what? Beginning with my fathers, countless people have returned to Moscow, but none of them have returned. I don't want people's lives to be wasted on this meaningless goal, no matter how noble and righteous it may be. ”

"Your Excellency Edmundo, you don't have to be decadent, maybe we can rely on the power of foreigners, for example, the French, the Germans, .......," Geng Chaozhong said.

"Charles, don't bring it up again, okay? All the ways we can think of, we have already thought of it, but there are fewer and fewer people who support us, the French? Do you know that Soviet Russia and France are about to sign a contract? German? I'm afraid they won't be able to get past Poland! Please, Charles, alcohol and women are where we end up! Edmundo suddenly raised his wine glass, casually touched Geng Chaozhong, and then drank it all.

"Well, Lord Edmundo, can I come to you more often in the future?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Of course, you're a friend of Swallow and a friend of Bledsoe......." Edmundo's voice began to deepen.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door downstairs, followed by a dense sound of footsteps accompanied by loud shouts:

"Paris Civil Police! Stand up and stand against the wall! ”

Geng Chaozhong's eyelids twitched, and he got up and was about to go out, but Edmundo in front of him was very indifferent, pointed to the wine cabinet on the side and said, "Move away, go from there." ”

"Huh?"

Geng Chaozhong set his eyes on the wine cabinet, which was two meters high, full of all kinds of wine, it was very heavy at a glance, and was about to stand up, Edmundo shook his head, walked over in person, stretched out his hand to a handle on the side of the wine cabinet, and gently pulled it, the wine cabinet was moved away instantly, and a deep secret passage on the ground suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Let's go, I'm not going to tell anyone you're here." Edmundo pointed to the dark road.

"You?" Geng Chaozhong stepped into the dark passage and looked back at Edmundo.

"I have nothing left to lose." Edmundo shook his head.

Geng Chaozhong stopped talking, and quickly rushed down the dark passage, and there was a rumbling sound of the wine cabinet closing behind him, and the last trace of light slowly disappeared.

The dark dark passage had no light, Geng Chaozhong slowly descended with his hand on the wall, and after a few steps, there was a gust of cold wind in front of him, and the dark passage gradually flattened, and then walked two or three meters forward, and suddenly there was a colorful scene in front of him.

It turned out to be the neon sign of the chess and card club I just saw.

Geng Chaozhong stood behind the signboard and looked down, four or five plainclothes policemen on the ground were guarding the door, and the figure flickered in the distance, probably watching the back door of the chess and card room.

It seems that we can only wait for the time being.

Geng Chaozhong slowly retracted his body and returned to the entrance of the secret passage again.

In Edmundo's luxurious box, a hurried and stern voice came:

"Edmundo, who is Bledsoe to you?"

"Lover."

"Do you know her whereabouts?"

"I don't know."

"Who did you bring with you just now?"

"A friend I just met, long gone."

"Edmundo," the stern voice began to soothe, "you have lived in Paris for more than twenty years, and the Paris police have protected you since your fathers, and our previous cooperation was pleasant, you will not have anything to hide from us, right?" ”

"Dear Inspector Locke, we are just a bunch of homeless wanderers, and all our money has long been exhausted in the restoration, if you fancy this place, then take it!" Edmundo's indifferent voice came.

"Edmundo, please don't insult my character," Inspector Locke sighed, and seemed to be sympathetic to Edmundo's situation, "but have you ever thought about it, why hasn't anyone returned to Moscow after your fathers and brothers have returned to Moscow for more than ten years?" ”

"Cheka, Dzerzhinsky, Berzin, they are the cruelest demons in the world!" Edmundo's emotions became agitated.

"Yes, they are demons, but I will tell you, maybe your royalists have been under the control of the Cheka all along, I'm afraid you didn't think of that, right?" Inspector Locke's voice came.

Fishing?

A ridiculous thought suddenly surged in Geng Chaozhong's heart.