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At the order of Napoleon III, the censorship department quickly began to act, they banned any newspaper suspected of attacking the royal family of Bonaparte, especially the newspaper that published "A Letter to Captain Barrett", all the current news publications were banned, and the initiator of this incident was traced to Bolst, although the other party repeatedly claimed that he only published this letter, as for who is the mastermind behind it? He didn't know anything.

The censorship department could not find any valuable clues from him, and the police department could not trace the address from which the letter was sent, and the soldier known as Captain Barrett was also cross-examined. But he was surprised to find that he did not communicate with Hugo at all.

Hugo was still in Brussels, and he had no idea what was happening in Paris, so the letter became confusing, and many believed that it was all related to the Jigsaw Killer and the Assassin Brotherhood, or even the mastermind behind the scenes, who directed and acted in the play in order to divert the public's attention and focus the conflict on the Bonaparte royal family.

However, the current Bonaparte royal family did attract firepower, and originally improved relations with the working class and liberal republicans by building welfare homes and schools, but after a large-scale seizure of newspapers, public opinion in Paris became everyone again, for fear that if they said something wrong, they would be dragged to the Sixth Court. The trust that Napoleon III had just built up was interrupted by this sudden crisis, and progressives and the working class began to doubt the Bonaparte royal family again, even believing that all the good intentions they had made before were merely a whitewash of the peace.

Paris has not been at peace lately, and even the dullest people sense that someone is secretly stirring up the situation, and it is impossible to know whether the other party is a revolutionary party or a republican. Some people even feel that the royalist forces are making a comeback, after all, they are the only ones who reap the benefits in this invisible war.

Although Paris was noisy, at this time, Galion, as the role behind the scenes, was elegantly lying on the bed, leaning back against the pillow, holding a piece of manuscript paper in his hand, and the blank space on it was scribbled and revised, and a few plots were written.

Napoleon III's anger did not surprise him, and the letter of denunciation, written in Hugo's name, succeeded in attracting Napoleon III's hatred and pushing the Bonaparte family against the people.

The uproar of public opinion will soon end, and Garion quietly waits for the next opportunity.

Mrs. Balanchi also leaned on the other's thighs, and a light veil covered the snow-white body. Charcoal burns in the fireplace, making the room warm like spring.

Garion picked up his glass, took a sip, and said to the woman with her head resting on her lap, "Duchess of Balanchi, you've been away from home for two days, aren't you worried that your husband is posting a missing person notice on the street?" I don't want to be the next Hugo yet, to be dragged and seduced by a married woman. ”

Truth be told, if it weren't for Sir Fred's need to secure the supply of products in the market, Garion didn't want to spend his time on Lady Balanchi. But this necessary social etiquette in bed has to be pretended to cater to. I always felt that I was cheap and behaved, and compared to those fat and disgusting middle-aged women, Mrs. Balanchi was the perfect stunner in every way.

"That man, he wished I had died outside. In this way, you can change wives openly. ”

Madame Balanchi rolled over and pressed the white peak under her, and she slowly climbed up to Garion, hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "He has been going to Ardennes to talk about business lately, and he won't be able to come back for a while." Can't people stay in your bed for a few more days? I can't tell which strange woman my husband is sleeping in bed right now. ”

“…… Whatever. ”

Sure enough, it's not a family that doesn't enter the door, Garion waved his hand, put the wine glass on the table, and said seriously, "I don't want to be the next Hugo yet, if your husband finds out, will he come to duel with me?" ”

"For the sake of face, he will ask you to leave Paris."

"What if I don't say yes?"

"There's no way he can let this matter go all over the city, men want to save face, but whether His Excellency Garion's life can be safeguarded, I'm not sure."

Lady Balanchi brushed the hair in front of her behind her ear, like a curvy snake, slowly came up, gently blew in Garion's ear, and whispered, "Or we ...... One more time? ”

However, she did not receive an answer, and the other party only gently moved her aside, touched Mrs. Balanchi's head, and said softly, "Don't make a fuss, I will write now." ”

“……”

Mrs. Balanchi sat silently on the side, and as soon as the man picked up the paper and pen, he immediately turned his face and denied it, and became incomprehensible. She took the cigarette case that lay at the head of the bed, pulled a cigarette out of it, put it in her mouth, and lit it.

She took a deep breath, and the scarlet cigarette butt brightened up a little.

"Paris has been very lively lately, and it is a puzzle murderer, and an assassin brotherhood, plus a group of inexplicable revolutionary parties, and I am afraid that the magistrates have a headache. Hey, Paris hasn't been peaceful lately, why don't you move with me to a country estate? ”

Garion paused for a moment and asked tentatively, "Oh?" Paris hasn't been peaceful lately, so what do you know? ”

"What's more, it's all rumors circulating in the outside world."

Mrs. Balanchi shrugged her shoulders and said, "My husband has recently told me not to go out of the house lest I be targeted. ”

Garian said with a smile, "I'm afraid he forgot to guard day and night, and it's hard to guard against thieves, right?" ”

But I silently thought in my heart that I was sorry, Your Excellency Duke Fred.

Lady Balanchi said coquettishly, "Yes, you thief. ”

Lady Balanchi leaned in, hooked Garrian's neck from behind, and whispered, "What are you writing about?" ”

"Nothing."

Garian bit the tip of his pen and patiently explained, "I want to write a script about the sensational murder that happened in Paris...... I just don't know if the French theater is willing to arrange opera performances. ”

"What script?"

Originally, Garion wanted to use the name "Saw Horror", but considering this era, even DC generators have not yet appeared, let alone Tesla's alternators later. So I decided to use another less popular name.

"Game of Death"

Garian paused, and said, "This play is based on real events, a lawyer who defends the rich and frames the poor, a hypocritical and cunning capitalist who cheats and abducts, and a justice, who amasses extravagance and extravagance, and is arranged by a puzzle murderer to play a game of death. No one in Paris has ever done such a deep discussion. ”

"The story sounds ......"

Madame Balanchi paused, thinking in her mind what adjective would be the right one to use.

"Isn't it easy to pass the audit? Doesn't it fit into the core values of the French Dream, as stated by His Majesty Napoleon? Isn't there a positive theme and a new trend of advocating health and meaning? For the high-ranking elites, Paris is their paradise, a city of splendor. I'm sorry, but Paris in my eyes is a quagmire of despair, the people are struggling painfully in the swamp at the bottom, and they have exhausted all their strength just to survive, where is the strength to respond to the call of your big capitalists for the construction of spiritual civilization? ”

Mrs. Balanchi was speechless for a moment, as if the man in front of her had changed his identity and became strange.

Garion sneered, "So I'm going to write this story." ”

"Because in "Faust", the demon Mephistopheles said that this world is a sea of suffering, which will never be changed."