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After saying goodbye to Zola, he did not rush to the train station, but went to find Ganbida.

In the crowded streets, there are surveillance eyes hidden in every corner. Garian did not believe that he had succeeded in fooling the police chief, and out of prudence, he did not go directly to the house where Gambida was staying.

This time he was more cautious than before, not only taking the direction of the long detour, but even deliberately going around in the opposite direction a few times, from walking to riding in the carriage, almost every way he could think of before reaching his destination.

Even after arriving, Garian did not go directly to the building, but stood under the window, leaning against the wall, pretending to smoke at the intersection, but in fact smashed the small stones he picked up on the road into the small window, making a noise.

It was getting late, and no one saw Gallian's small move.

Gambita, who was hiding in the room, heard the sound and slowly moved to the window, and when Garion saw a figure walking in front of the window, he lowered his voice and said, "Is it Mr. Gambita?" ”

"It's me, is it Lord Garion?"

Gan Bida wanted to push open the window, but was stopped by the other party, and he whispered, "Shh, don't open the window, let's talk like this." ”

"What's wrong?"

Gan Bida heard the other party talking to him in a serious tone that he had never heard before.

"Now I have a very urgent matter to tell you, there may already be people here in Paris who are beginning to suspect me, so I have to leave here, sorry, Your Excellency, you can continue to live in this house, the money in the house can keep you through for a while, they will not find you. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter of Dele Cruz. And you'd better not think about going out in court to defend him, because maybe someone recognizes your appearance and bites back at the trial, which is bad. ”

Hearing that Garian was fleeing Paris, Gan Bida also realized the seriousness of the matter. He hurriedly asked, "Wait, isn't there any other way?" For example, public opinion pressure and the like. Didn't we do that before? And it won. ”

"Public opinion pressure? Unless people stand up against the government in Paris, there is no chance of winning at all. They can completely eliminate and divert public opinion, don't forget that the censorship department is watching you!

"I received rumors that this time it was an order from Napoleon III himself, and it was completely different from the last time. I'm sorry, but if I had the slightest chance of winning, I wouldn't have escaped from here. But now there really is nothing to be done. If Your Excellency Gan Bida wishes, you can abscond with me. ”

"No, I'm not going to run away. I'm going to fight until the last moment! ”

Gan Bida took a deep breath and made a solemn decision, "Thank you, Mr. Garion, for coming to tell me the bad news, but I won't leave." Please take care of yourself as well. ”

"Then take care, Your Excellency."

After saying this, Gan Bida heard the footsteps downstairs getting farther and farther away, and he knew that the last hole card that he could save was gone.

Gallion had already said what he had to say, and now that Gambida had made up his mind, he had no reason to advise the other party again. The most urgent thing now is to get out of here before the government of Paris finds out that it is covertly involved. So just now he deliberately did not reveal the direction of his escape.

He also did not return directly to his residence, but did some counter-reconnaissance to confirm that no one was following him before returning to his accommodation.

Before leaving, he packed all his luggage and packed a few clothes and a few checks for exchange.

He had enough money on hand to live in Great Britain for a year and a half. When he got back to the door, he froze where he was.

Madame Balanchi stood in front of him with a suitcase, the corners of her mouth bruised, and the left side of her face was red and swollen. There are tear stains on the edges of the reddened eye sockets, like a poor and lonely cat, which makes people feel distressed.

In the cold and uninhabited street of more than ten degrees, she only wore a long dress with hanging shoulders, her hands wrapped around her arms, and she shivered in the cold wind.

"I've been waiting for you here all night."

Mrs. Balanchi stamped her foot and said cautiously, "It's cold. ”

Garion hurriedly stepped forward, took off his coat, draped it over her shoulders, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

"Is there any smoke?"

Balanchi didn't answer his question directly, and Garion hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

Mrs. Balanchi lit her cigarette and trembled. Garian asked with concern, "What's going on?" ”

She touched her swollen cheeks and whispered, "Beaten." ”

She sat down by the lamp, clasped her hands around her knees, and whispered, "My husband came back and beat me severely, and as before, he started beating me when he got drunk, and I was always silent, trying to get out of prison, and then he stopped beating me, but intensified it, and used me as a tool to accumulate wealth and make connections." That's right, he used me to get on with the rich guy in the first place. ”

Mrs. Balanchi did not want to reminisce about the unbearable past, and dreamed of countless nightmares in which she woke up crying and screaming, until she accepted the reality of her fate.

"Until I met you, I chose to resist and run away, I don't want to go back."

Soft lighting shrouded the two of them, like the tragic protagonists of a stage play.

"Why did you come to me......"

"Because I can't find anyone else."

Lady Balanchi took a puff of her cigarette and said slowly, "You know what? Woke up in your bed that day to find that you had made me a breakfast, sausage omelette with parsley, and a glass of milk. ”

Mrs. Balanchi smiled softly, as if immersed in a fond memory, "You asked me if I was hungry, and gently reminded me that the milk was a little hot. After all these years of being married to Fred, I felt the feeling of being loved for the first time. From that point on, I didn't want to be a rich man's canary anymore, I wanted to escape. Get out of this damn place. ”

Balanchi dusted off the ashes from his fingertips and whispered, "It's not as good as the chef at the Victor Hotel, but it's the best omelette I've ever tasted." ”

"So, please, take me away."

"Please."

"Help me!"

Her voice began to tremble, and Balanchi tried to grab the man in front of her, the last straw in her life. She was reluctant to look back and face the dark years of the past.

"First of all, I'm not a dedicated person, I can fall in love with other people, and I don't have money."

"As you can see, I'm going to leave Paris, and I can't provide you with peace and comfort. ”

For Lady Balanchi, Garion has mixed feelings, and he is unwilling to hide the truth from a woman who is in love with him.

"Then take me away! You're different from other men, I don't care if you're obscene! ”

Mrs. Balanchi threw away the cigarette butt, bit her pale lip, and said with a rainy face, "You are good to me, enough is enough." ”

"No, you don't understand!"

"You're going to live a life of exile," replied Garrien, "and you may not even have enough to eat, no soft Simmons, no pretty dresses, no elegant evening operas, no feasts, are you sure?" ”

The resolute Balanchi whispered, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you eat more, I have a small appetite and I'm not hungry." ”

The moonlight shone on the quiet streets, the woman in front of her shed her flashy coat, and all the titles of praise seemed to be eclipsed. Just a homeless woman with no one to care for.

Garion was stunned, he grabbed Mrs. Balanchi's arm, dragged her up from the side of the road, and then carefully patted the dust on her skirt, carefully wiped away the other party's tears, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

The voice was as gentle as a touch of moonlight.

"Let's leave Paris."