Wang Hai was not in the mood to talk to the taxi driver, he kept thinking about the person named Olivier, the note only wrote the Eiffel Tower, and did not say where Olivier was, not even a photo, how could he find him?

"Sir, we're about to get there. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)" the taxi driver said suddenly.

Wang Hai saw the world-famous Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower, also known as the Eiffel Tower, is a hollow structure tower built in 1889 on the Champ de Mars in Paris, France, with a height of 300 meters, an antenna height of 24 meters, and a total height of 324 meters. It has long been one of the most important tourist attractions in France and Paris, and it is visited by a constant stream of tourists every day.

After arriving here, Wang Hai sighed even more that wanting to find someone he had never seen here was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and secretly blamed himself for why he didn't ask Olivier what characteristics he had, and at the same time decided that if he couldn't find Olivier, he would go to the branch of the killer group here first, and maybe he could find Stanford there.

After collecting the fare, the taxi driver handed Wang Hai a business card and said, "Sir, if you need any help here, you can come to me, and I promise to be there with you." ”

"Thank you." Wang Hai casually put his business card in his pocket and walked to the Eiffel Tower.

Wang Hai crowded among the people who came from all over the world, occupied almost every inch of the city, and soon a wandering entertainer playing the accordion became his target.

The wandering artist looked to be in his forties, with long blond hair curled over his shoulders, a full beard that looked like he hadn't shaved in at least a week, and his clothes were covered with patches everywhere, and he didn't look much better than a beggar on the street. In stark contrast to the beggar, the accordion in his hand looks so perfect that it should be displayed in a high-end window, and the beautiful melody emits is more like it can only be heard on the most famous stage.

At the end of the song, many people generously took out cash and put it in the box on the ground, Wang Hai also took out a large bill and threw it into the box, and when the wandering artist squatted down to sort out the money, Wang Hai leaned over and said: "Sir, the music you play is so beautiful. ”

The wandering artist looked up at Wang Hai and smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment." As he spoke, he put the money in his somewhat tattered pocket.

Wang Hai took the opportunity to ask, "Sir, do you play here every day?" ”

The wandering artist replied: "Unless it's a natural disaster**, otherwise I will come here to play the next day." ”

Wang Hai then asked, "Sir, since you play here every day, then I think you must know Olivier, right?" ”

"Olivier." The wandering entertainer said with a thoughtful look, then shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I've never heard of that name. ”

If you don't even know who Olivier is because of the wandering artists who are here every day, then you can't even think about finding it. Wang Hai said without giving up: "Sir, no matter how good you look like, Olivier is in this place, maybe he will come here every day like you." ”

The wandering entertainer shook his head resolutely and said, "No." I know all the people who are here regularly, but there is no such thing as Olivier, and you must be mistaken, Olivier is not here at all. ”

"Okay then." Wang Hai was a little disappointed, waved to the wandering artist, and said, "I wish you good health and can play such beautiful music every day." ”

"Thank you." The wandering entertainer bowed gentlemanly and began his show again.

It was still early days, and Wang Hai had not given up on finding Olivier, and soon he was in front of a young painter.

The young painter looked like he was in his twenties, and his clothes looked as shabby as the wandering artist just now, but his appearance was very neat, and the shabby clothes could not hide his handsomeness, and he could transform into a legendary prince by changing into noble clothes.

When Wang Hai met the young painter, he happened to finish painting a portrait of a beautiful female tourist, and the female tourist was very satisfied with the painting, and in addition to paying the agreed price, she also kissed the young painter on the face, which was an additional reward.

The young painter also noticed Wang Hai, smiled and said, "Sir, do you want to paint a portrait as a souvenir?" ”

Wang Hai replied: "No, no need. After speaking, seeing the young painter showing a disappointed expression, he took out a large bill from his pocket and said, "Actually, I want to ask you about someone, and this is considered compensation for taking up your time." ”

When the young painter saw the banknote in Wang Hai's hand, he immediately regained his previous smile and asked, "Sir, who do you want to inquire?" I paint here every day, and I know almost everyone who has been here, and I can still paint their faces. ”

Wang Hai asked, "The person I'm looking for is called Olivier, and he should be active in this area often." ”

"Olivier." The young painter's smile disappeared from his face again, and he said heavily, "I'm very sorry, sir, though I know everyone who has been here, but I have never heard of Olivier the man. ”

Wang Hai had expected such an ending, put the money on the easel and said, "Thank you, this is your reward." He turned and walked away.

The young painter shouted: "Sir! ”

Wang Hai thought that the young painter had thought of something, and stopped and turned to look at each other.

The young painter looked gloomy, as if he had been greatly insulted, stared at the banknotes on the easel and said: "I have not been able to help me, I deserve your money, please take it back." ”

Wang Hai didn't care about the money, and said with a smile: "Forget it, it'll be a ......."

The young painter exclaimed angrily: "Sir, please take him back!" ”

Wang Hai didn't know why the young painter was so angry, but the people around him all cast surprised eyes, and he didn't want to attract people's attention, so he said, "Well, since you insist, then I'll take it back." He took the money and waved his hand, "Goodbye." ”

"Goodbye." The young painter smiled again and continued to solicit his business.

Wang Hai took another turn around the Eiffel Tower, having no clue, and finally had to give up looking for Olivier. Just when Wang Hai was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that someone was following behind him, and he tried several times but didn't get rid of the other party, and then another person blocked his way. Wang Hai recognized that the one standing in front of him was the accordion-playing artist, and the young painter who followed him.