That afternoon, while the two were sitting in the living room, drinking the coffee made by the elder Albert himself, while listening to him explain some German human geography and customs, the door of the suite was softly knocked.

Chen Mo motioned for old Albert to sit, put down the cup himself, got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, a young white man held three boxes and smiled at Chen Mo: "Sir, this is the clothes you ordered in our store." ”

A few days ago, Chen Mo took Albert to a nearby tailor shop and leather shoe shop to order a few sets of clothes and leather shoes, and left the address of the hotel.

Chen Mo turned sideways and let the young man into the room, and pointed to the table in the living room, "I've worked hard for you, just put it there." ”

After paying the tip and sending away the happy tailor shop apprentice, Chen Mo returned to the table, three boxes were one large and two small, and handed him the box with Albert's name written on it, Chen Mo opened the box with his name written on it, but the largest box Chen Mo did not move.

There are two sets of black wool suits neatly stacked in the box, the British tailor's craftsmanship is very good, the materials are exquisite, and the workmanship is exquisite, Chen Mo looked at the dark gray suit in the old Albert's hand, and shook his head helplessly.

"How? Eddie. Go back to your room and try it out and see how it differs from your original one. ”

"It's okay, it's good at Liverpool. But I still think that my original one was better. Old Albert looked at the workmanship of the clothes and said seriously.

The old artist also has a tsundere side, always insisting that the clothes made by the tailors here are not good, and would rather continue to wear his somewhat shabby dark gray suits, when he went to the tailor shop, if it wasn't for Chen Mo's pull, he didn't plan to go at all.

Chen Mo thought that he was out of preference for the tailor of his country, so he didn't say anything, and went back to the room with two boxes, one large and one small.

Closing the door, Chen Mo put aside the box containing the suit and opened the larger box.

After checking the contents of the contents, Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction, leaving a set of clothes, Chen Mo put the other things back and put the box into the space.

When Albert returned to the living room in a new outfit, he was stunned by the sight of him, and he almost screamed.

The other "Albert" was sitting on the sofa looking at himself at this time, the same clothes, the same appearance, Albert felt that his brain was a little insufficient.

However, the old man, who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world, quickly calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"Who are you? How did it end up here? ”

"Who are you? How did it end up here? ”

As if it was a recording playback, "Albert" on the sofa spoke, and the voice turned out to be exactly the same as himself, and the old Eddie's brain was even more confused, but the whole person became more defensive, and his eyes began to become sharp.

Seeing that the simple-minded old Albert was bluffed by himself, and it was time to draw his knife next, Chen Mo smiled and took off the mask on his head, "Haha! What do you think? Eddie, did I do what you did, like? ”

Chen Mo threw the mask over, and old Albert, who had just recovered from the sudden change in the situation, grabbed the mask in a hurry, and looked at it carefully...... What is it made of? It looks like the real thing, I was completely deceived by you. ”

"Silicone, wigs, and paints took me a lot of effort and many tries to make them." Silicone has been invented as early as the end of the nineteenth century, and the process is already very mature in this period, coupled with Chen Mo's careful modification, there is no need to touch it with your hands, and you can't find the difference.

"It's just amazing! But what's the deal with your voice? How is it exactly the same as me? Albert thought of another question.

"It's as simple as controlling the vocal cords to change the articulation area and adjust the way the mouth and nose make sounds." In reality, many parody show actors can imitate celebrities as fake and real, which is even less of a problem for Chen Mo, who has strong body control.

Chen Mo stayed in Liverpool for a month, and the time entered February 1942, and it was time to leave.

Early this morning, Chen Mo quietly left the hotel in the fog, he left 10,000 US dollars for the old Albert on the table in the living room, and after a short time together, Chen Mo had a good impression of this rigorous, generous and open-minded old man, and his careful and meticulous teaching also helped Chen Mo a lot, so he was naturally willing to help him.

This amount of money was nothing to Chen Mo, but it was a huge amount of money at the time, enough for old Albert to spend the rest of his life safely.

It's just a pity that he can't drink the coffee brewed by the old Albert anymore, Chen Mo shook his head a little reluctantly, and left Liverpool with these regrets.

……

March 1942

Tensberg, Norway

In the outskirts of a remote town sits an old, modest church that houses the tomb of the Norwegian royal family.

Norway was under German occupation by this time, but the night in this remote town was still peaceful and peaceful.

Unfortunately, this tranquility was soon shattered, and a huge tank dozens of meters long roared into the town three stories high, and the neat stone slabs shattered one after another, and the surrounding houses shook with it.

The giant steel monster-like tank drove through the small square of the town to the church, and slammed into the gate, the tall and heavy wooden gate, along with the surrounding stone walls, crumbling down, and the smoke and dust cleared, revealing the scene inside.

In the small space, several thick gray stone pillars are erected to support the circular vault of the church, and the walls around it are carved with ancient and mysterious frescoes, and a heavy and simple sarcophagus is placed in the middle of the church.

There was only one gray-bearded old man and a civilian who had lost his breath under the collapsed stones.

A group of soldiers rushed in from the collapsed gate, six of them quickly taking up positions in various corners, guns on guard, and the squad leader led the remaining three soldiers to the sarcophagus and tried to open it.

A domineering black six-wheeled off-road sports car slowly stopped at the entrance of the church, and a tall and cold figure stepped down from the car, with long black military boots stepping on the hard stone road, making a "da" and "da" sound, heavy and depressing. Dressed in a black military trench coat, majestic and oppressive, his cold face was slightly stiff, and his cold eyes revealed a trace of tyranny and madness.

The officer walked slowly into the church, and the soldiers inside hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"It took me a long time to find here, and I really have to praise you." There was no expression on the officer's cold face, "Help him up." ”

A soldier hurriedly pulled the old man up, and in the face of this sudden change, the old man looked a little panicked.

"I think you're a visionary, and we're a lot like that." The officer helped the old man tidy up his messy clothes as he spoke, but the voice without the slightest emotion made people's hearts chill.

"We're not like that at all." Although his heart was flustered, the old man was not afraid to give in.

"Really? But what others think is superstitious, you and I both think it's science. The officer looked into the old man's eyes and said.

"What you're looking for doesn't exist." The old man's voice trembled a little.

"Then why bother to hide it." Seemingly impatient, the officer took off his hat and handed it to his men and walked over to the sarcophagus.

With both hands pressed on the lid of the coffin and pushed hard, the sarcophagus that several soldiers had been unable to move with all their strength was easily pushed open by the officer, and as the heavy coffin lid fell to the ground, all the contents were revealed.