Chapter 927: A Trip to Germany

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"There's still a few days left, so don't think about it." She persuaded him to think of something else, and she herself was ashamed of it, for his hands were cold, and his heart was beating violently, and she felt that it was only one thought that occupied him and dominated him. She knew that there was no magic weapon that could free him from this thought.

Not long ago, two military attachés of the Japanese embassy were also ordered to investigate Lin Yiqing, but they both died: one drowned in the river, and the other fell from the upper floor and died.

Because the deceased was a diplomat of the Japanese Legation, the local police naturally attached great importance to it, launched a multi-party investigation, and conducted an autopsy on the body of the deceased, but the results obtained were all "accidental deaths" without exception - the body of one person contained a large amount of alcohol, and he was drunk and fell into the river and drowned; The other accidentally hit a rotten staircase railing, fell down the staircase, and fell to his death.

Regarding the results of the police examination, Shuzo Aoki did not believe it at all.

He knew these two people, the one who drowned had never drunk, and the other one was born in the East China Sea samurai, and he was an extremely agile person, how could he easily fall to his death?

He knew that only those ninjas under Lin Yiqing could make them die mysteriously like this.

Silence and darkness have never been so heavy in this house. The whole world is concentrated in this house. Only the clock, the iron sentinel of time, continued to walk its own journey step by step. She knows. With every step of time, her beloved is one step away from her. She couldn't take it anymore and jumped out of bed, causing the pendulum to stop swinging. Now time is gone, all that remains is fear and silence. The two of them lay silently on the bed next to each other, their hearts fluctuating, and their eyes open until dawn.

The winter morning tide is hazy, and a thick frost mist hangs over the lake. He got up, hurriedly dressed, and walked hesitantly and panickedly from room to room, back and forth several times. Then he suddenly picked up his hat and coat and quietly opened the door. Later he often remembered the scene when his hand shook as he touched the cold latch, timidly looking back to see if anyone was staring at him. Truly, the dog pounced on the ground like a tiptoeing thief, but it recognized him, and after a few strokes on it, the dog shrank meekly, wagging its tail incessantly, trying to follow him. But he drove it back with his hands - he did not dare to make a sound. Then he suddenly ran down the sheep intestine path in the mountains, and even he didn't know why he was so panicked. Sometimes he stopped, looked back at the house that had faded into the fog, and then ran away again, stumbling all the way through the stones, as if someone were chasing him, and ran all the way to the station down the hill, and when he got there, he stopped, his clothes were wet, steaming, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

There were a few peasants and silent ordinary people standing at the station, they all greeted him, some of them seemed to be in a good mood, and wanted to talk to him, but he avoided them, and now he felt ashamed and scared to talk to others, but standing in front of the wet and wandering tracks and waiting made him feel very uncomfortable. He didn't know what to do, so he stood on one of the scales, tossed in a coin, and looked at his pale, sweaty face in the small mirror above the pointer, and stepped down the scale, and the coin fell with a thud, and then he realized that he had forgotten to look at the numbers. "I'm really crazy, completely crazy." He muttered softly. He was terrified of himself. He sat down on a bench and tried to force himself to think everything through again. But then the signal bell next to him rang, and he stood up suddenly. The locomotive was already honking in the distance. The train roared in, and he jumped into a carriage. There was a newspaper on the ground that I don't know who had dropped, he picked it up, and stared at it blankly, he didn't know what he was reading, he just looked at his hands, the hands that held the newspaper and trembled.

This is a newspaper of the day, and the news about Lin Yiqing, the special envoy of the Emperor of Qianguo, is in a very conspicuous position, and Aoki Shuzang's eyes are involuntarily attracted to it. The newspaper said that after receiving a warm reception in Austria, the envoy of Qianguo embarked on a trip to Germany with satisfaction.

Shuzo Aoki gritted his teeth and clenched the newspaper into a crumpled roll.

He knew that he had to stop Lin Yiqing from continuing to buy ships in Germany.

But how?

The train stopped. The station arrived. He staggered off the train, he knew where he was going to go, and he felt that it was against his own will, and yet his will was weak, and it was getting weaker. Sometimes he also wants to test his strength. He stood in front of a billboard and forced himself to read from top to bottom to prove that he was free to control himself. "I don't have to be in such a hurry," he said, muttering as he walked on.

He was restless and distracted, as if a steam engine was propelling him forward. Helpless, he looked around for a carriage. His legs were shaking. A carriage passed by him, and he stopped it, and got into it like a man who had committed suicide by throwing himself into a river.

The carriage sped away. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He felt as if he were running into an abyss, and the carriage was speeding away, leading him to his own destiny, and yet he felt a rush of pleasure from the high speed of the carriage. Let it be fate, it will make him feel a little better. The carriage stopped, he got out of it, paid the money, and went up the stairs and came upstairs mechanically, from which he suddenly felt a burst of joy. It was as if it was not himself who did all this, but the power, the unfathomable power that forced him.

On the special train to Germany, Lin Yiqing put down the report in his hand, and said to He Yunqing and Chiho Kirino beside him with a smile: "When we get to Germany, I'm afraid that no one will send us money." ”

"How do you know?" He Yunqing smiled and asked, "When you were in Italy and Austria, didn't you expect someone to send you money?" ”

During Lin Yiqing's visit to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, as he had predicted, the Rothschild family in Austria did the same thing as the Rothschild family in Italy: Salomon in Vienna? Meyer? Baron Rothchild also wrote a letter to Lin Yiqing, expressing his respect, and euphemistically explaining the hardship of not being able to see him, and with the Italian Kurman? Meyer? Baron Rothchild, like him, presented Lin Yiqing with a cheque for 800,000 pounds.

Lin Yiqing was naturally very happy to receive these two huge sums of money, but he also understood that the money was not given for free, and when he arrived in Germany, he was afraid that there would be no such thing.

Meyer Karl, the German leader of Roche who has always regarded himself as the head of the Roche family? Feng? Viscount Rothchild (in recognition of his contribution to the Franco-Prussian War, William I promoted him from baron to viscount) is now on the same page as the Anglo-French Roche family, and he is not at all dismissive of the "Eastern Jerusalem Plan".

"He won't give us money, we can go to the door and ask for it." Chiho Kirino said calmly on the side, "If he is willing to give us a loan, even if he knows each other, we will not be able to forget his benefits in the future, if he refuses, it will not hurt us.

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