Qi Luoling looked at the man in the photo, with a familiar face, brown-black hair, sunken eye sockets, brown eyes, and the memorable hooked nose. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Isn't he the messenger of the devil who he has seen in his dreams?

Qi Luoling couldn't help but be surprised in her heart, she had always thought that the devil's messenger only existed in the illusion, but she never thought that he actually existed in real life.

In the photo, he is wearing a tight uniform, gloves and leather boots, looking straight and personable. What she noticed the most was that there was a black cross on the left sleeve of the military uniform.

Qi Luoling thought it was strange, because she recognized the cross as the symbol worn by Nazi officers during World War II, who was he?

"What do you think, Miss Qi?" The man looked at her with a natural expression.

Qi Luoling didn't answer immediately, but thought to herself in her heart.

Who is Mr. Kridinska? Why did he show me pictures of the devil's messengers? What is Mr. Kridinska's relationship with him? What is his purpose?

But if you want to know the answer to all this, you have to follow this bodyguard-like driver. Meeting someone you don't know may seem like taking a big risk, but when you think about it, the risk should be proportional to the benefit, and the risk is worth the risk. Compared to the trials of life and death that she has endured, she believes that she can adapt and cope with it with ease.

Qi Luoling silently returned the photo to him, looked up at him, and nodded. She followed him into the car.

The sports car drove out of the airport and headed south. The acceleration of the sports car is very fast, and the wind is thunderous in an instant, like a flame running, and she has a feeling of momentary weightlessness.

The sports car drove on the spacious and clean avenue, looking at the old European-style houses with classical charm on both sides through the bright windows. Qi Luoling saw a phoenix nirvana, and the ancient city of Warsaw was still as beautiful as a fairy tale.

The man seemed to read her thoughts, explaining, "This seems to be a building from hundreds of years ago, but it is actually a building from the 1950s. Because the Germans are moving this place into ruins. So these buildings were rebuilt on the same site as they were before the destruction of the house. It is said that before the Nazis prepared to bomb Warsaw, the Poles began to preserve architectural drawings for later reconstruction. The whole restoration project is the result of the wisdom and efforts of all Warsaw people, who collect architectural drawings everywhere, depict the original building from memory, and spontaneously come to the ruins to participate in the restoration project after completing their daily work. ”

Qi Luoling secretly admired this indestructible Polish spirit in her heart.

Twenty minutes later, the sports car drove up to a stop in front of a villa. The destination should have arrived.

A man in a black suit and bow tie, who looked like a butler, politely opened the car door.

Qi Luoling got out of the car and walked out slowly.

It is a villa, a mansion to be exact.

Outside the villa is a wide lawn, and the grass in the lawn is neatly manicured. In the middle of the lawn there is a large pool terrace, the shape of the pool is delicate and elegant, pure French style.

The most beautiful thing is the central building, a villa with a beautiful appearance. From a distance, it looks like a king's palace, a beautiful work of art.

The villa has three floors and is flanked by four spired towers at the four corners. White walls, white roof. Tall, oval-shaped floor-to-ceiling windows with low-hanging white draperies.

The butler led her to the parlor on the first floor, made her sit for a moment, and told Mr. Kridinska to come at once. Qi Luoling placed her backpack on the large sofa in the living room. She stood up and took a closer look at the interior furnishings.

Several portraits of people hanging on the walls of the main hall. The figures in the portraits are all dressed in elaborate and luxurious costumes, both male and female, with inconsistent expressions. The demeanor of the portrait has a subtle interest that cannot be compared with the photo, and it is undoubtedly from the hand of a famous artist. Among them is a portrait of a middle-aged man who is a messenger of devilish music.

Qi Luoling stopped here and stared at his portrait for a long time.

There was a slight noise behind her, and she turned around to see the official pushing a wheelchair into the living room. There was an old man sitting in a black wheelchair, and the old man with a thick blanket on his lower body must be Mr. Kridinska.

The old man in the wheelchair was estimated to be in his seventies, unusually emaciated. His face was pale, so white that he could almost see the cyan veins on his face. The face is full of wrinkles, the eye sockets are deep, and the nose is high, which seems to bear some resemblance to the unforgettable face in the photo.

"Miss Qi, hello, first meeting. I'm Mr. Kridinska, and I'd like to see you. He laughed, his voice a little muffled.

"Miss Qi, please be seated." He pointed to the couch next to him: "Would you like something, wine or coffee?" ”

"Then the coffee is ready." She said.

The official-looking man left the living room to make coffee in the kitchen. Mr. Kridinska looked at me silently with an intriguing look.

She felt a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't think of how to ask first, so she was silent.

The old man broke the silence between the two and said, "Before the formal conversation." I hope you can show me the butterfly logo. ”

Qi Luoling laughed to herself, then nodded.

She is accustomed to this kind of plot, it seems that in the eyes of everyone, this butterfly symbol is the most important, only it can determine her identity, except for it, it seems that she herself seems insignificant.

She did as he asked to place her right arm on the coffee table in front of her again. The old man moved his wheelchair to the coffee table and looked at the birthmark from the side.

"You don't mind if I touch it with my hand, do you?" The old man asked cautiously.

Qi Luoling nodded.

So, he stretched out his right hand and gently touched the butterfly birthmark as if he had solved the scene of a criminal, as if he wanted to find some evidence on it. After touching, he was expressionless and did not speak.

Qi Luoling withdrew her right hand, and he glanced at her hands again.

"Your hands are born to play the piano." He approving.

Qi Luoling was silent for a while and asked the old man, "Why are you seeing me?" ”

"Because you have some connection to me, no, it's you who have some connection to my family. Actually, it's not very accurate to say this, and the really accurate description is that your family has some kind of connection with my family. ”

"My family and your family?"

"Yes. You've already seen the photos, right? ”

"Yes, I've seen it."

"I guess you know who he is, right?"

"Well, I've seen him, I've seen him in a dream."

He smiled with satisfaction.

"Do you know who he is?"

"He said he was the messenger of the devil, carrying the message of the devil's music, and at the same time protecting my safety."

"Yes, that's right. This is the mission of his soul. ”

"You mean he's no longer alive?"

"Of course, you've seen a picture of him, he was the head of the SS security service during World War II. He died in 1939. ”

Qi Luoling suddenly remembered that she had read the devil's sorrow at the work meeting.

"What's his name?"

"Heydrich."

"Who is he?"

"He's my uncle."

"He's your uncle?"

"Yes. The portraits you just saw on the walls are all portraits of my ancestors. ”

"Oh, but I've seen his death file at the time. He didn't commit suicide to the sad music of the devil and then be judged to death by the devil's fire, did he? ”

"Yes."

"Then how did he become a messenger of devil's music?"