The woman seemed satisfied with this reply, and then took her leave.

Seeing the woman and the CIA agents walking out of the apartment, Lindberg waved his hand to let his men go about the business at hand, and he continued to smoke in the room a little depressed.

In retrospect, this well-planned operation, the action was simply a fire for the Americans! The target person who had just been brought out of Germany was snatched from his hands like this, and he, the deputy director, could not do anything, which made him quite depressed.

After all, the importance of what that person has in his hands is incalculable.

Moments later, the convoy of CIA agents arrived at a building in downtown Fontainebleau, where the people who jumped out of the car gestured to their nearby companions, and then went up and knocked on the door to enter the house. Completely ignoring the ugly expressions of the Frenchmen present, they went straight to the room where the target was located, and then gave the professor a brief explanation of the situation.

“…… So, Professor, please leave with us now. ”

"......" The pale blue eyes rolled a few times, I don't know if it was the lack of trust of the Americans in front of him, or the fact that he was already silent, Professor Ringer was expressionless, just nodded to a few French agents standing aside.

Stepping out of the dimly lit room and onto the brightly lit street, the professor squinted his eyes and slowly walked towards the black station wagon. These Americans, where will they take him? Where is his assistant now?

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Sitting in the back of the station wagon with the dark windows, the professor was still clutching the suitcase in his hand. He knew in his heart that what was in it no longer belonged to him and his institute, nor to the German nation, ever since the Russians had forced him to flee. Still, the things that had accompanied him for most of his life quickly brought him back to memories of the past.

……

In the long river of human history, the Third Reich was just a splash of waves stirred up by endless flows. But for Ringer, for his lifelong research, it was a completely different place.

In addition to murderers like Adolf Eichmann, contemporaries of the Third Reich conducted a lot of less anti-human research during that crazy era. When the flames of war burned all over the sky, the authorities naturally pinned their hopes on those research directions that could turn the tide of the war; But there are also some scientific studies that may be considered by the Führer to be of epoch-making and far-reaching significance, and thus have also been supported by a certain amount of time.

Among them is the project led by Ringer's mentor, Professor Riebeck. Shortly after the outbreak of the war, he had been engaged in clandestine research in Berchtesgaden, a small Nazi place with a strong Nazi atmosphere, and had access to a limited amount of research funding as long as he provided a detailed report on time.

As a teenager at the time, Ringer would go to the institute every day as an assistant to test young people from all over Germany and even further afield.

Their research is about the phenomenon of ancient human legends, but there is almost no conclusive evidence:

Psychic.

Throughout the ages, accounts of man's ability to go beyond natural explanations, or even the unthinkable, can be found in any pamphlet documenting anecdotes. Rigorous scientists naturally do not look for their own research direction from these stories that are complete nonsense and wishful thinking; The so-called special function, which really caught Professor Ribbeck's attention, originated from that mysterious thing.

It came from the East.

In 1943, two years after the Supreme High Command launched the war against the Soviet Union, an SS contingent returning from the Eastern Front brought back such things from an unknown region of the Caucasus.

Mixed in with a large pile of artifacts from Orthodox churches, museums, and colleges and universities, or rather rags, although the appearance of the object is not very remarkable, Ribbeck discovered its mysterious function almost by chance, and partly verified the truth of the absurd legends of history.

Ringer vividly remembers that it was in the classroom on the second floor of the institute that he and his mentor Ribbeck witnessed the existence of the paranormal function for the first time. Right before their eyes, the phenomena that could not be revealed by science were presented in such a way that they could not be revealed by science; It is like a brilliant meteor in the night sky, suddenly crossing the unreachable distance between literature and reality.

Guessing what was written on the piece of paper just by touching the envelope didn't always succeed, but it made Ribbeck particularly happy. It was as if right in front of him, the door that locked the mystery was slowly opening, and even though it was only a faint light, it was enough for him to feel indescribable joy and amazement.

However, the war is destined to crush a qiē.

With the defeat of the Third Reich, the Soviet Red Army poured in from the east, and the Americans in the west were also pressing in, crossing the Rhine and Danube, and Berchtesgaden was about to become the territory of the adversary.

Throughout the years when Germany was about to accept the fate of a defeated country, Professor Riebeck interrupted his beloved research, secretly sealed all evidence and materials about the real Yàn, and left the young Ringer in charge of the institute, while he himself chose to go to South America, and was never heard from again.

In the most difficult years of the post-war period, although Ringer was in an embarrassing situation and had to deal with the double interrogation of the local government and the occupation forces, he never sold the institute, let alone exposed the content of his research. For many years, it was not known whether it was his deep curiosity or his dedication to exploring the strange that sustained him, and it was not until many years later, when the secret services of the Federal Republic of Germany came to his door, that he received limited support and was able to continue his unfinished business with his mentor under the noses of the two camps of the East and the West.

It's just a pity that in the long years that followed, there was no commendable progress in his research. Although he has witnessed miracles many times, it is clear that the vast majority of people are not able to reach their inner potential.

The pragmatic authorities have gradually reduced their investment in research, as if they have come to believe that the research here has little practical value.

The years of wear and tear, coupled with the frustration of research, made Ringer become silent and less willing to deal with the outside world.

In the dead of night, he also couldn't sleep for a long time, but sat silently in the real yàn room. In front of him, what seemed to be full of magical power would lie quietly on the table; That strange look seemed to be calling him, and it seemed to have its own breath of life.

But every time he came back to his senses and tried to seriously appreciate that feeling, he couldn't capture anything.

In this way, in addition to research, he can only hide this thing and the secrets of the research institute deeply. This is not only because there is no new progress in his research, but also because of pessimism about the future of research. Just being able to guess the pieces of paper in the envelope is amazing; But if he wanted to change the world, or what would help the German nation, he couldn't do anything to ask himself.

So, when the war came again without warning, in the face of the olive branch secretly extended by the French, he finally chose to accept it. Even if in the end they decide that this thing is useless, at least they can guarantee that it will not fall into the hands of the Russians; And if you get better research conditions, and you can really find something out of it, then it will be better.

Therefore, when he escaped through the thrilling air, landed on French soil, and was then reluctantly handed over to the CIA by the French, although he didn't know what the intentions of these people who came to escort him, Ringer didn't care too much.

For a researcher like him, who is like a dead water, it's not the same everywhere!

After all, his homeland no longer exists.

PS: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry, the automatic release is stuck? If you don't come up and take a look, you won't know what's going on. The manuscript is lying in the manuscript box, the time is correct, but it is not automatically released, dizzy......