"Hello, this is the veteran online bidding center, if you need to bid, please press the 0 button."

Without hesitation, I pressed the "0" button, and then the voice of the other party came from the other side of the phone. He said, "Sir, please provide ......?"

I rudely interrupted the other party's words and said, "I'm Wan Lin, pick up Ni Zhentian for me!" ”

The customer service was stunned for a moment, seemed to be a little surprised, and said: "We are only responsible for bidding here, not for transfer, if you have any questions, you can call the company." ”

"I said, pick up Ni Zhentian for me! I am the Great Grandmaster of the Northeast Demon Vein, Wan Lin! ”

I was a little anxious, and my tone became less friendly.

At this time, there was a "bee......p" sound on the other side of the phone, and a relatively gloomy man's voice came from the phone: "Wanlin Pavilion, the leader is taking a nap, can you wait for an hour." ”

"What do you say?"

I asked rhetorically. About two or three minutes later, Ni Zhentian's voice came from the phone, and he could indeed hear that he had just woken up, his nasal voice was very strong, but he was still very polite, and said: "Wan Linge, I'm so old, I'm a little sleepy at noon, have you arrived in Paris?" Is everything going well? ”

"If it had gone well, I wouldn't have come to you. I found the person I was looking for at the address you gave me, but his memory was altered. It seems that something big is going on in the whole of Paris, and I have too little information here, and there is no way to know a lot of things, so you should have an intelligence network over there. Check it out for me. What the hell is going on. ”нéi Уāп Gê

I'm in a disadvantaged position. On the one hand, Rochette was hostile to me, and he completely restrained me, and the other party was in the dark, I was in the light, and now I was completely passive.

"Okay, I'll let the person in front of me check it. In addition, we have some local branches in France that are ready to help you. ”

After hanging up the phone, I was a Chinese kid who couldn't even speak French and could only be regarded as a second-rate English, standing in a foreign country, and suddenly had a feeling of falling into a trap, Rochette actually had the opportunity to kill me every time, but every time he didn't kill me, why? Who has the ability to tamper with Rochette's memories, a man who has a great deal of control over dreams. How can it be toyed with? Between the palms. Everything doesn't make sense and makes people feel wrong.

I got out of the phone booth and sat in the hotel for about thirty minutes, when a few Chinese walked in outside, looked around and saw me, walked over quickly, and said: "Wanlin Ge, we are the liaison officers sent by the old army headquarters, and we just received the order and rushed over." ”

I nodded and said, "I think you all know about the situation, but now I want to know what the hell Rochette is doing?" ”

There were three people who came, all of them men, two of them looked like they were in their early twenties, and the one who took the lead was about thirty years old, with short hair, quite tall, and well-proportioned body, and after hearing my words, he first introduced himself: "We still want to introduce ourselves, I am the head of the intelligence branch of the old army in Paris, with the rank of major, codenamed Lynx, and behind this are three ensigns, codenamed Typhoon, Forest and Cowboy. We've been keeping a close eye on Rochet's movements, but from the moment your plane arrived in Paris, his whereabouts began to drift away, especially after the incident at the Little Theater, when he completely disappeared from our sight. At the moment, we are also in a state of loss. ”

I frowned, then said, "Is there a way to find him?" There is no intelligence network here? ”

After thinking about it, Bobcat said: "Yes, there is, but after all, it is not domestic, and we can't use many means." So, you come with us, and we find a way to find Rochette through our means. ”

Out of the hotel, all the way to the drive off, to the Concorde near the place, the car stopped on the side of a winding road, there are rows of plane trees on the side of the road, the house does not look big, but it exudes a European atmosphere, it is obviously a modern metropolis, but it reveals elegance and aristocratic temperament in every place.

There were some tourists taking pictures on the side of the road, and a few people painting not far ahead, and the four of us walked into the path ahead and walked into a small three-story attic, which was very dark and could hear the sound of a piano, which is not unusual in Paris, and many times the sound of pianos and violins could be heard from unknown places.

All the way up to the third floor, Bobcat turned back to me and said, "The pattern in Europe is not as good as we imagined, and many intelligence networks are not willing to do business with us Chinese." Some of the information flowing on the black market is not always true, and the price is terrifying. But after so many years here, we have developed some way of our own, and there lives an old witch here, about two or three hundred years old, who is an old immortal anyway. Witchcraft is not too powerful, but it is very good at divination, and it is very clear about a lot of secret information. We usually take care of her business, so she is familiar with us and doesn't ask for too much money. ”

After saying that, the lynx walked to the door, knocked lightly on the door, and said with a deliberate smile, "Is Granny Sophia here?" ”

It was quiet inside, and at this moment a pure black, green-eyed cat landed on the handrail of the stairs behind us, scrutinizing us, and those eyes seemed to be mixed with human emotion.

"Squeak......

The door was gently opened, and we rushed in, a small room with a skeleton hanging from the wall, a few dead insects, rats and snakes on the table, and a whole bunch of props used in Western European black magic. Behind a black cloth, you can vaguely see the figure of an old woman, the whole room is very poorly lit, even if it is daylight, it still gives people a gloomy feeling.

Lifting the black cloth, I saw the old witch sitting behind the table with her head bowed, her face wrinkled and her eyes couldn't be opened, she was very thin, her skin drooped, and she looked like she had put a layer of skin on her body. She was dressed in a black plaid tunic that was supposed to be woollen, she didn't speak, she didn't move much, the nails on her hands were long, and her fingers were like dry sticks.

"Sophia Witch, wake up."

The lynx gently clasped the table, and the black cat that had been watching us before walked in softly, landed on the table, and then let out a cat meow, and Sophia Witch came to her senses, raised her head and looked at us with cloudy eyes, and said, "It's you, why did you come to me at this time and disturb my good dreams." ”

I was a little surprised that she was speaking English and not French. Lynx sat down and said, "Of course I'm here to do business with you, after all, you're still alive, and I'm a customer who will send you money." ”

"Yes, yes, every time I have to press my price, it's the first time for a customer to see such a slamming door. Okay, tell me, what news do you want to buy from me this time? Or do you want me to help you divinate the results of this operation. Oh? Today came a new guest, a young, aristocratic Chinese teenager with a mixture of earthy taste. ”

She looked at me, but I asked, confused, "Can you see that?" ”

She smiled, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Just because my eyes aren't so bright doesn't mean I'm blind." It's like a rising sun, a majesty above the demon god, young man, you're a dangerous person. ”

I didn't continue to interject, whether it was a witch or a goddess, they were all pretending to be gods and ghosts, and they were mainly bluffing. But what she said just now played a lot of side balls, and what she said seemed to be quite accurate.

"Paris has been very unpeaceful lately, do you know something?"

The bobcat asked, vaguely.

Sophia Witch smiled and said, "Of course it's not peaceful, the young man from the east stirred up a muddy water. I know what you're trying to ask, the little theater is full of corpses, the man who controls the nightmare is smiling in the dark, his memories changing, he can't remember who he is, but he knows his name. The person you want to ask should be Rochette......"

This old witch really knows something!