At the same time that the police rushed into the Japanese delegation, Gu Weijun had already left with Anna and Xiaojunwang and returned to the Luteti Hotel in a horse-drawn carriage. The little king reminded that he must not be seen by others, otherwise he will cause endless trouble.

Back to the Chinese delegation, Gu Weijun deliberately detoured to the back door and asked Xiaojunwang to play the front station. Anna was afraid of being gossiped about and deliberately stayed outside the door.

A stone fell on her head.

"Who?"

Ouyang Anna held back the fire in her belly and searched around angrily. In the dark bushes, a young man, tall and slender, with the handle of the knife exposed behind his back, was clearly Qin Beiyang.

He dragged Anna into the bushes. When they reunited after the catastrophe, she was full of joy, but she kicked hard: "Don't be light!" ”

"Oops!" Qin Beiyang covered his kicked lower body and lowered his voice, "I'm just afraid of being seen by others." ”

In the moonlight, both faces became distinct, and Anna touched his smudge-covered cheeks: "Beiyang, are you afraid of being captured by the French again?" ”

"They are determined to get the Tomb Beast. And I have a nine-colored, a four-winged angel by my side, and they don't catch me or catch anyone. ”

"Is Nine Colors okay?"

Qin Beiyang was about to cry: "It was seriously injured and had a big hole in its body. It couldn't move, it was slowly getting colder, but it was alive. ”

"I remember that two years ago, when Nine Colors was first delivered to my house, it was also full of bullet holes."

"At that time, the bullet did not penetrate the body, it was just embedded in the bronze shell."

"Where did you flee last night?"

He solemnly called out one of Victor Hugo's masterpieces: "Notre-Dame de Paris." ”

"Wow, you're going to go sightseeing! I'm tired of it all day. ”

She told Qin Beiyang about today's secret visit to the Japanese delegation, unexpected encounter with Korean assassins, and so on.

"You say...... This kidnapped little Japanese girl named Hikari? ”

"Well, she speaks French, and her father is the Marquis of Saga."

"Hikaru Saga!"

"You know her?"

"Anna, I'll save her!" Qin Beiyang put his finger on her lips, "You have to protect yourself, there will be a catastrophe in Versailles!" ”

"Wait! Do you know where to save people? Are you dying? ”

Qin Beiyang hurriedly sneaked out of the hotel and evaded the French police standing guard. There were many troops nearby, and he did not dare to take the main road, but chose the rugged path that crossed the whole of Paris, through the Seine and the Champs-Elysées, to Montmartre, the commanding height of the city.

It's an arts district and a red-light district, with lights up all night, drunks lining the streets, and bars and brothels all night long. Walk through the rolling hills and meet hordes of prostitutes. Four years of war have killed countless husbands and sons, and women have lost their dignity and chastity, and nothing cannot be betrayed, just like Fantine. He was surrounded by a group of greased and whitewashed women, the youngest was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the older could be a grandmother. They don't care about the race of the benefactor, maybe Asians are easier to deal with. There are also girls who take a fancy to Qin Beiyang's tall and handsome, and they can go to bed with just a baguette. Qin Beiyang pushed away with a red face and rushed to the highest point of Montmartre. Walking up the steps, he saw a majestic white church, both Roman and Byzantine, the Sacré-Coeur Church overlooking Paris.

Qin Beiyang looked at the world of flowers under his feet, thinking that sages and bitches are often separated by a wall. During the Paris Peace Conference, many foreigners came to Montmartre, especially Asians, such as Chinese, Vietnamese, and Koreans......

Qin Beiyang didn't enter the dense streets and alleys like spider webs, and decided to find a tavern to see. Ye Kenan, a famous detective in Beijing, told him that agents often look for clues in such places. The taverns were noisy and crowded, and as usual, there were many prostitutes who were there to negotiate prices with men. There are also people who get drunk and talk nonsense about the anecdotes of the war. During his ten days in Paris, he learned a few simple French words from Anna, and had no problem dealing with the bartender. He just ordered a beer and sat in the corner looking around, preferably to find an Asian face.

Suddenly, someone on the other side bumped into him, and the other person drunkenly said, "Entschuldigung."

It's actually "I'm sorry" in German.

Qin Beiyang raised his wine glass and replied in German: "It's okay, it's nice to meet you." ”

Only then did the other party sober up and whispered in an Austrian accent of German: "It's unbelievable that I can talk to an Asian man in German." In Paris today, no one dares to speak German out loud. Hello, I'm a painter! Before the outbreak of the World War, I applied for the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, but unfortunately the professors did not hire me, saying that my paintings had no artistic sense, and suggested that I apply for the Faculty of Architecture. But I wouldn't give up on my dreams, and I became a wandering painter on the streets of Vienna. ”

Qin Beiyang looked at the other party carefully, he was an ordinary-looking young man, with black hair and a mustache on his lips, but his eyes were very sharp, condensing a certain charm. He was dressed rather simply, and his coat even had holes, indicating that he lived a life of poverty. In Paris, there are countless such foreigners.

"Are you Austrian?"

"Well, I was born in Habsburg Austria, but I don't think of Austria as a country, Austria is part of the German Fatherland. That's why I chose to serve Germany in the World War, in the 16th Bavarian Infantry Regiment, where I was awarded the Iron Cross, and I was seriously wounded in a mustard gas attack. But I don't think we lost on the battlefield, it was the Social Democrats and the Jewish mongrels who betrayed Germany together. Excuse me, but are you Japanese? ”

"No, I'm Chinese."

"I was lucky to meet a Chinese friend who could speak German. Did you know? You are the first Chinese I know. By the way, my name is Adolf. ”

"My name is Qin Beiyang."

The two shook hands and toasted, and Adolf said excitedly: "For the betrayed Germany." ”

"For the betrayed China."

"I remember that China was the victor in this war, and you also had to sign the Treaty of Versailles with Germany."

"China will never sign it." Qin Beiyang didn't want to discuss political issues here, "Do you work here?" ”

"No, I'm here on a trip, staying in a small hotel on the heights of Montmartre, even though I don't have much money on me."

Qin Beiyang began to ask the matter: "Do you know that there are Koreans here?" ”

"I've seen some Asians, but I'm not sure which country they're from, it seems that there are quite a few Vietnamese from French Indochina. By the way, why do you ask this? You behave like a spy. ”

"Me? No, my sister is missing, she is most likely in Montmartre. ”

"Your sister is North Korean?"

"No, she's Japanese."

Adolf poured himself another glass of wine: "Chinese, Koreans, Japanese...... I'm completely stunned by you, are you half-blood? This is not good, the interbreeding between different races will inevitably produce evil and depravity, just like the Jews! ”

"But I don't think so."

Looking at the young face in front of him, Qin Beiyang felt a little disgusted.

"Forget it, I don't need to argue with you. Also, I vowed never to drink again! This liquid of sin makes me lose my mind. Honestly, I'm a spy! But I was soon to return to Germany, and the War Office sent me to Munich to investigate a rabble organization called the German Workers' Party. ”

Facing the dizzy Adolf, Qin Beiyang wanted to ask a few more questions, and a scream sounded in the tavern......

The women fled, and others hid under the tables. An open field appeared in the tavern, and an Asian face flashed, holding an axe or other murder weapon.

And at a round table, there was a fat French man lying on his stomach, his neck almost chopped off, and blood was all over the ground.

Qin Beiyang rushed out like bullets and desperately pursued the Asian assassins. In the middle of the night on the heights of Montmartre, the shadows cast by the moonlight bite each other. Seeing that he was chasing closer and closer, and he was alone again, the assassin boldly turned his head and slashed at Qin Beiyang's head with an axe. He reacted quickly to dodge, pulled out the Tang knife with his backhand, and knocked down the axe in just one hit.

The Assassin in front of him was short, emaciated, and had deep-set eye sockets, not much like a North Korean. When Qin Beiyang was in Shanghai, there were many Vietnamese patrols in the French Concession, but they looked very similar to him.

Vietnamese assassins who assassinated the French?

Paris, Montmartre, Qin Beiyang wanted to find the North Koreans, but he didn't expect to bump into the Vietnamese.