The flight from Beijing, China, to the United States is not flying east across the Pacific Ocean, which is an exaggeration, but all the way north. East Asia and North America are not separated by the Pacific Ocean, but by the Arctic Ocean. In other words, from our point of view, the United States is actually north of China.

Unlike most Chinese impressions, Europe is not west of China, and geographically speaking, it is more accurate to describe it as 'northwest'. The direct flight from Beijing to Europe basically goes through Inner Mongolia and then Outer Mongolia to go out of the airspace, and then diagonally across the vast Russia, and it is almost time to arrive.

Xi'an and Luoyang, for example, are roughly halfway between the north and south of China, and the latitude of these two cities is about the same latitude as the African city of Tripoli on the southern shore of the Mediterranean. Italy, the southernmost point of the European continent, is isolated on the Mediterranean Sea, and Milan and Harbin are at the same latitude.

However, with the exception of the three Scandinavian countries (Sweden, Finland, and Norway) that jutt into the Arctic Circle, the European continent, including the British Isles, is favored by the warm currents and winds of the Atlantic Ocean, and the winters are by no means as cold and cruel as those of Northeast China and Siberia at the same latitude, but are much softer and warmer in comparison.

The west wind blows in winter, but the treatment is obviously different. While the winds of others brought the warmth and humidity of the seas to Europe, ours carried them all to the depths of the Pacific Ocean, far from the East Asian continent.

The latitude of Hanover (52°22′N) is almost the same as that of Mohe, the northernmost city in China (52°20′N), but in the same November, you have to bring a stick to urinate everywhere in Mohe, while urinating and knocking, spitting is like a wedge nail on the ground, the temperature of -25°C is unimaginable cold for people in the south of North China, but the minimum temperature in Hannover at this time is still above 0°C, the municipal sprinkler truck still works, and the surface will not freeze to secretly calculate vehicles and pedestrians, Late at night, the fragrant phalaenopsis orchids are still blooming in the roadside flower beds.

Alexander Barrett, the janitor on night duty at the Kiesmann Business School in Hannover, was yawning boredly, and the warm heating in the room was so comfortable that he didn't bother to read the literature on the stall in his hand. On winter nights, coffee chocolate is clearly more compatible with heating.

It was already past one o'clock in the evening, and the door of the Kiesmann School of Business had already been closed and locked, and the side door next to the door next to the duty room was also under curfew, and Mr. Barrett only needed to go out of the duty room every two hours, turn around the door for a few minutes, and before the cold air had penetrated into the fleece trench coat, he quickly retracted back into the warm duty room and continued to taste his beloved Bavarian dark chocolate.

Mr. Barrett likes his current job, and he takes two days off after one night and one night, which is like a vacation, and the salary and benefits are high. Although the students here are as proud as roosters, they are all polite and easy to deal with on the surface, not at all like those pheasants in the university who beat the school guard to the point of bruising and swollen face if they disagree.

Janitor duty is one of the best security jobs at the Keysman School of Business, at least much quieter than Barrett's peers who need to patrol day and night. Mr. Barrett, who is in his fifties, is old, and the young chief of security is very considerate, and he transferred Barrett, who has worked for 30 years, to the duty post two years ago.

Looking at the watch time, it was almost time, Barrett stood up, grabbed his trench coat and put it on himself, and reluctantly drank two sips of coffee, before picking up the rubber electric baton that set lighting, alarm, electric shock, and blow and pushed open the door of the duty room. In an instant, a cold wind blew in his face, and Barrett was excited.

Suddenly, 'crackling and tom!!' ......', Barrett, who had just stepped out of the door, was so frightened by the sound of firecrackers outside the door that he almost suffered a heart attack.

Firecrackers are not uncommon in Hannover, which is a 'cannon city', with a grand international fireworks festival held every year. But it's the middle of the night, what kind of cannon can you put it!

‘…… Crackling tom click!! …… Move! …… Move! The two thousand rings of thunder rang for a while, and Barrett came back to his senses. Whose is this muddy boy who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and runs out on the street to get drunk!

The frightened old heart has just calmed down, 'crackling and tom!' ……’。 The firecrackers rang out again, and the sound was even louder, as if they had ignited two thousand rings together, a little farther away from the place just now, but still near the gate.

Mr. Barrett is angry: these stinky boys are just undertrained, and they are noisy in the middle of the night, and they have to go to work tomorrow! Hun boys, your Uncle Barrett is here, and there is no bear child in Hanover that I can't teach.

He was very professional, first turned around and closed the telescopic sliding fence leading to the direction of the school, and then took out the key to open the door of the side door. The trench coat of the guard's uniform gave him great courage, and Barrett walked out of the Keyman School of Business with an electric baton.

‘…… Crackling tom clattering ......'. The lights outside the school gate were dim, and you could see the confetti of paper all over the ground after the first wave of firecrackers were set off, and the air was filled with a good smell of gunsmoke. Not far away, in the middle of the dark street, firecrackers were still ringing happily, and the sound of electric light and thunder spread far away in the silent night sky of the city.

‘…… Move! …… Move! When the four thousand thunderbolts were completely crowed, Mr. Barrett slowly moved towards the smoke, and at the same time shouted in a deep voice: "Who's where?" No guns are allowed here in the middle of the night! ”

There was no figure, and no one responded.

"Come out! I am a senior security guard at the Kiesmann Business School in Hannover, an outstanding employee of the college in 2001, and one of the top ten civilized pacesetters in the Westtown neighborhood of Hannover in 2002. I've seen you, come out at once. ”

A breeze of ice swept away the smoke from the firecrackers, and the smoke cleared, and there was not even a ghost there.

"Hedong and Hexi Ten Streets, ask who is Dad! Come out now, or Uncle Barrett will be upset! ”

Still silent, the dark streets of the night like an entrance to an unknown world. Barrett stopped, he was a little weak-hearted, he was not as bold as he was when he was younger, although he was not very bold in his twenties.

Barrett didn't dare to go forward, what if a few bad boys beat himself up in the dark? What are the drunk Secondary 2 teenagers afraid to do!

Mr. Alexander Barrett is a qualified campus security guard, but he obviously lacks military knowledge, and he is not even aware of such an obvious plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and it is really amateurish to easily leave the fortress he guards and go to danger alone, no wonder he has worked as a security guard all his life but has not even been a squad leader.

Just as Barrett was stepping forward to introduce himself majestically, a flower thief in black clothes and black hat, black pants, black shoes and black masks, carrying a dark blue backpack, quietly touched the open side door from behind him, jumped over the telescopic fence with one hand support, and was as agile as a soft black cat, and the figure of the flower thief quickly disappeared into the deep college campus.

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