New York under the Statue of Liberty, across the sparkling harbor, Qin Beiyang overlooking Manhattan Island, unprecedented spectacular skyscrapers in human history, like the tombstones of countless emperors in ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

Just about to board the ferry to Manhattan, Qin Beiyang was stopped by the quarantine officer of New York State. The darkest year in the history of the American epidemic, 1918, has passed, and now that the second wave of the Spanish flu is over, New York remains extremely wary of visitors from the sea.

Anna showed her quarantine card when she entered San Francisco, and Qian Ke successfully passed the quarantine, but Qin Beiyang was in a situation.

He began to cough, his nose was runny, his face was dark, and his whole body was like a swing, and the shadow of death cast on his eyelids.

Quarantine officials treated Qin Beiyang as a suspected Spanish flu patient. He asked Anna and Chanco to leave with the Nine Colors, and maybe at some point, the Frenchman Gauguin would kill the horse pistol again and covet the young Kirin Town Tomb Beast.

"Beiyang, you have to be careful!"

Anna is taking care of it in her ear, the two have been separated for ten months, and the reunion just now is too short, I hope it is just a small parting!

Qin Beiyang was transported onto a quarantine ship like an animal, and arrived at another small island in New York Harbor, which had been transformed into a plague isolation island. The island is densely packed with tents, surrounded by Italians, Greeks, Poles, Lebanese, and Mexicans. Without any treatment, and with no doctors at their disposal, these people are dying, male and female, waiting to die in silence. Qin Beiyang had expected to see countless tombstones, only to know that those who died of the flu would be cremated immediately to prevent the body from spreading the virus.

The long night was long, Qin Beiyang looked at the American moon outside the tent, coughing and wheezing around him, and the Grim Reaper was like a carpet, putting everyone away and preparing to pack it away.

Another one died around! Qin Beiyang shouted loudly, wanting people to carry the body away, but except for Exuse Me, no one could understand his Japanese English.

Suddenly, a beast's head slipped into the tent. Two Spanish flu patients began to scream. But people screamed every night, and the caretaker was no stranger.

"Nine colors!"

Qin Beiyang followed the town's tomb beast out of the tent and crawled all the way through the dirt full of cremation ashes. When they arrived at the beach, a small boat was bumped in the moonlight, vaguely illuminating the faces of Ouyang Anna and Qian Ke.

She had come to his rescue.

Suddenly, the island rang out with a shrill siren. The searchlight on the watchtower swept over. Qin Beiyang and Jiuse got on board, and the propellers spun rapidly. Gunshots rang out, and several bullets whizzed into the sea.

Nine Colors turned into a young Qilin Town Tomb Beast, spitting out two balls of glazed fireballs, and the machine cannon seemed to hit the watchtower. Once again, the town gravebeast saved its master's life.

The boat blends into the night of New York Harbor. Anna hugged Qin Beiyang and said softly: "I said, I won't let you go again!" ”

They landed on the island of Manhattan, along Fifth Avenue, to the Jefferson Hotel, home to the Chinese diplomatic delegation.

Qin Beiyang and Qian Ke shared a room, plus nine colors. The two of them were so tired that they slept groggily for a day and night......

In the evening of the next day, Qin Beiyang's spirit was mostly restored, he and Qian Ke changed into clean clothes, and came to the banquet hall on the second floor, only to see that they were full of friends. The Chinese diplomatic delegation was entertaining New York celebrities and media, from the governor to the mayor of New York, and even the Japanese consul general in New York, to create public opinion for China at the Paris Peace Conference and criticize Japan's injustice in seeking hegemony in the colony of Qingdao and Shandong.

After the speech of the head of the Chinese delegation, the Japanese consul general stood up, in his early thirties, wearing a black tuxedo. Without waiting for his host's permission, he walked to the center of the banquet hall and greeted the guests in a fluency of English, which is rare among Japanese. His diction is elegant, quoting from the classics, and from time to time several ancient Greek characters and even Latin words pop up. He unceremoniously pointed out that in the year of the outbreak of the Great War, the Japanese Empire paid the lives of 270 soldiers to capture Qingdao, the Far Eastern fortress of the German Empire.

"What about the Chinese government? Not even the courage to declare war! The Japanese consul general bowed slightly to the Chinese delegation again, "I'm sorry, even if the squadron attacks Qingdao, I'm afraid that not only will it not be able to capture Qingdao, but the entire Shandong Province will fall into the hands of Germany, and even the flag of Germany will fly at the head of Beijing!" ”

The banquet hall was silent, and although the Chinese delegation was angry, no one dared to refute it. Although the Beiyang warlords fought civil wars for a long time, they were rookies pecking at each other, and if they wanted to compete with the European armies, it was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

Seeing that his opponent was dumb, the Japanese consul general took advantage of the victory to catch up: "Lieutenant Colonel Walbeck of German East Africa, oh, he also joined the Eight-Nation Coalition to capture Beijing in 1900. In 1914, with only more than 100 white soldiers and more than 2,000 black soldiers under his command, he was the enemy on all sides of East Africa, cut off foreign aid, and was besieged by tens of thousands of troops, but he held out for four years, and even invaded the Entente colonies. Had Germany not surrendered, Lieutenant Colonel Walbeck would still be fighting today. If Japan did not enter the war, Shandong would be the second German East Africa. Japan shed blood for victory in the world war and let the Germans shed their blood as well. Did the Chinese bleed? As far as I know, not a single drop! Then Qingdao, which has shed blood, should belong to the Japanese Empire. ”

The consul general held his head high and won the applause of the Americans. In the corner of the banquet hall, Qin Beiyang and Qian Ke hid behind the waiters. He wanted to debate with the other party in fluent Japanese, but he didn't dare to show his face, after all, he was still a wanted criminal by the Beiyang government.

The orchestra played Johann Strauss Jr.'s "The Blue Danube", a waltz from the defeated country of Austria, to the delight of the guests. This is New York, as Fitzgerald said, "I began to love New York, the unrestrained and adventurous mood of the night, the satisfaction of the endless stream of men and women and the traffic that overwhelmed the eyes." I love to wander around Fifth Avenue and pick out the amorous women from the crowd and fantasize that I'm going to be in their lives in a matter of minutes, and no one will ever know about it......"

Timur, the king of the little county, was very good at dancing, dancing with the slender waist of an American girl. Qin Beiyang was looking for Anna, he couldn't dance, he just wanted to spend more time with her. He had just caught a glimpse of Ouyang Anna's evening dress when he saw a man come to her.

East Asian with jet-black hair in a purple gown. He has fair skin, three-dimensional features like ancient Greece, and a little bit of arrogance in his slender and bright eyes, but he will not reject people thousands of miles away. He is almost the same size as Qin Beiyang, and he is not like Xiaojun Wang, who has not dried up and is gradually entering the stage of a mature man. He was slender and straight, and if he had changed his outfit, he could have acted in Shakespeare's plays, "Hamlet" or "Macbeth".

He bowed to Anna and held out his hand, gestured and personable. European and American etiquette, the gentleman invites the lady to dance. Ouyang Anna had to refuse, without any reason. Her left hand held the opponent's right hand, and his left hand gently wrapped around her lower back.

Anna shuddered slightly, and he whispered, "Offended! ”

Standard Chinese, he's not Japanese. Ouyang Anna was slightly relieved. Waltzing to the music, her dance steps were so clumsy that she stepped on each other's shoes several times. He laughed and said it was okay and encouraged her not to rush. He controlled the steps of the two of them, and took her around in a circle. The melody of the waltz is exciting, her forehead is dripping with sweat, her face is flushed, no wonder foreign women love balls, it is simply a paradise for women. Anna clasped his hand and looked at his deep and bright eyes, and his deliberately distant lips, unlike the disciples who wanted to take the opportunity to kiss Fangze.

Tonight's sleepless night, the dance music is the most **, Ouyang Anna's corner of her eyes just caught a glimpse of Qin Beiyang in the crowd.

He was looking at her.

Anna let go of her hand, bowed her head to the charming Chinese gentleman and said, "I'm sorry, I'm tired." ”

"Thank you for accompanying me for this dance!" The other party also bowed generously and returned the salute, "But I still don't know Miss's name?" ”

"Anna...... Ouyang Anna, not an English name. ”

"Anna Karenina's Anna?"

"Hmm."

"Are you in the diplomatic mission in China?"

The fawn in Anna's chest was pounding, it was not that she had never met someone who had taken the initiative to talk to her before, but the lethality of the man in front of her was amazing.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a French translator."

The prom is over. The Mayor of New York City made a speech: "Last week, New York held the World Intellectual Congress. We brought in 50 of the world's top talents, including defeated Germany and Austria. The intellectual conference has a variety of difficult competitions, including arithmetic, geometry, functions, logic, and code-breaking...... In the end, it was a young man from China who won the first place. He graduated from the University of Cambridge in the United Kingdom with a Ph.D. in Physics, and his name is Li Longsheng. ”

The mayor of New York specially took out a blank piece of paper and wrote "Li Longsheng" in Chinese and English.

The young man, who had just finished waltzing with Ouyang Anna, walked to the center of the banquet hall and accepted the congratulations of all the guests.

Li Longsheng first bowed to the mayor of New York and the head of the Chinese diplomatic corps, and then squeezed his eyes at the stunned Anna.

"It is an honor to be here tonight for the banquet of the Chinese diplomatic delegation. Li Longsheng, a late student, was about to visit Mr. Einstein in Europe and ask him about "General Relativity" and "Quantum Mechanics". As a Chinese living abroad, I sincerely wish the Republic of China prosperity and the recovery of its rightful national rights, and the heads of state at the Paris Peace Conference, especially President Wilson of the United States of America, can uphold justice for China and write peace for the world! ”

He first used the correct Beijing dialect and then the standard English London accent to ensure that everyone in the room could understand it, and won a round of applause again. The last sentence, which was obviously aimed at the speech of the Japanese consul general, stole the limelight for a while.

The other party couldn't hold back and said, "Mr. Li, I also heard about the World Intelligence Conference. It's a pity that all the competitions are from the Western world, and there are no games from the East. Otherwise, maybe I'll sign up too. ”

"The game of the East?"