In a spacious and bright doctor's office, Merkel sat in front of a chair, looked at Schiller, who was buried in writing medical records opposite, and frowned and said:

“…… So, you mean, now I'm in your dreams? ”

"That's right, now, you can tell me exactly what's going on, right?"

Merkel frowned, this young butler who always seemed mature and steady, but his temperament at this time was very different.

When serving Schiller in the manor, he seems to be calm and honest, talking about the weather when he meets people, with a characteristic English humor, in short, as soon as you see him, you can think of the most typical English butler.

But now, as he frowned and narrowed his eyes, a sharp aura spread over him, and it was hard not to think of some profession associated with being a secret agent or a soldier.

"Can't I get out of here if I don't say it?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, you can't stay here for too long, if a person sleeps for too long, the body's functions will be affected, just like a vegetative person who has been sleeping for many years, and his muscles will atrophy." ”

"I'm referring to you, will you get me out of here?"

Schiller nodded again, he looked Merkel in the eye, and said: "I hope you can figure out one thing, I spent money and time to find a housekeeper who can take care of the estate for me." ”

"But when I wasn't at home, you rummaged through my things and led you here, so please don't say like I imprisoned you, it's all your own mistake, and I'm the victim."

Merkel looked like she wanted to say something, but Schiller went on to say before he could speak:

"I don't care what kind of political stance you have, or what other purpose you have in order to do this job, but I paid you to hire you in the hope that you can do your job well."

"I hope you don't need me to help you remember how much you messed up during this time."

Merkel always frowned, and Schiller looked at him as completely unenlightened, so he could only say:

"Merkel, you've not been here for long, but you've lost more than three times your commission by forgetting to deliver food to the newsboy, ironing two newspapers, breaking the buttons of a custom-made suit, nearly breaking the ornaments on my desk, and scratching the corner of the sandalwood bookshelf with a wheelbarrow."

"I want you to think about why I didn't fire you even when I knew you were a Soviet spy and were clumsy?"

Merkel's eyes widened, and he was actually tempted to ask why.

If, as Schiller said, Schiller had already discovered something was wrong when he got off the train, then why did he hire him? Even when his work was not going well, he was not fired.

It's the winter of 1988, and those who are familiar with history may know that the situation during the Cold War was very serious, and during this time, no normal American wanted to be involved with the Soviet Union.

"Are you speaking to me?" Merkel asked.

Schiller covered his forehead a little helplessly, and said, "I guess, you shouldn't have been training for a long time, or rather, you are simply from a wild road." ”

"I won't mention it first, you used the usual methods of a spy to dispose of cigarette butts in front of a tobacco boy."

"You don't care, after you came to my manor, you didn't dare to take risks, and you didn't do anything for a long time."

"You even chose to open my personal correspondence without judgment without even mentioning it, so that you didn't get any important information."

"When you still adopt a radical attitude in this situation, asking me to make everything clear, it will not add to my pressure, it will only expose your weakness."

Schiller sighed and said, "I guess you should be a pure Englishman, but because you have been educated in a certain idea, and you are involved in some causes." ”

"Now, most of the weight in your mind is still ideals and struggles, I can't say that this is wrong, but obviously, you seem to think things too simply."

Merkel frowned, he stared at Schiller and said: "No matter how much you slander, I will not shake my attitude." ”

"Okay, let's change the subject, what are you here for?"

Merkel was silent.

Schiller supported his face with his fingers, he tilted his head slightly, stared into Merkel's eyes, and said:

"Before, when you were in the manor, you didn't like to look me in the eye, in fact, you yourself should know that this is not out of politeness, but something in your eyes cannot be hidden."

"It's actually a very interesting phenomenon, all the Marxists I know have different looks in their eyes than other people."

"Do you know any other Marxists?" Merkel finally couldn't help but speak.

Schiller suddenly changed the subject, saying:

"Since you came to my dream at this time, it means that you should have started from the third floor of the manor, all the way down, and finally touched the wine bottle on the shelf, what else did you find?"

"Do you have anything to discover?"

Schiller gave a rather frustrated look as he said, "Your mind is so engrossed in the work of an agent that you don't even realize how blunt the use of those words is. ”

"You have to figure out one thing, Merkel, now you must have more doubts than I have, you must want to know more things than I do, and you must have more questions than I do."

"If you want to get answers to these questions, you must first answer my questions, do you think that the answers you want to know are not worth revealing some information in exchange?"

Merkel stared silently into Schiller's eyes, as if to confirm whether this was another trap, but in the end, he said: "I don't promise to answer every question." ”

"Okay, one question for another, and if you can't answer it, I'll change it to the next one."

Schiller, fiddling with his writing pen, asked, "Did you find anything in my estate?" ”

Merkel paused, the expression on her face became a little wonderful, as if recalling something not so good, she said:

"I can understand that you locked every door of the manor for security, well, if it is for security, then you put a different lock on each door, and you can understand, different locks correspond to different keys......"

"But why the hell do you hide each key in a different place, and then design a puzzle for each key, and then arrange several clues for this puzzle, and then in order to get this clue, you have to decipher several passwords, and in order to get these passwords, you have to go to the library and read several books......"

Merkel stretched out her finger to cover her eyes, and her tone revealed deep helplessness: "That's why I came to your dream at this point in time, and I spent most of the night solving these damn puzzles." ”

He ...... Am I sick? Schiller muttered in a bewildered whisper.

"What?"

"No, it's nothing, have you figured it out?

Merkel looked at Schiller with an extremely resentful look and said:

"It took me a couple of hours to finally open the door, and the moment I touched the bottle, I was here."

"Don't be sad, I just recently updated the puzzle library in the room on the second floor, because someone recently gave me a pretty good hardcover copy of Sherlock Holmes.

"If you open the door in order from south to north, then you should have at least read the first two pieces, which I think are the most amazing part, what about you?"

"Is that the second question?

"Please, don't be so boring, it's just a normal chat." Schiller waved the pen in his hand, looked down at his medical records, and said:

"You're always at every critical juncture, and you want to use a strong attitude to take the initiative, probably because you're in a weak position right now and insecure."

"You see, every one of your demeanors and expressions will reveal a lot of information, and it's not just a strong and cold face that can deal with me."

Merkel's eyes kept staring at Schiller, in fact, he felt a little strange, because the Schiller in front of him was a little too patient.

In fact, Merkel knows that his current attitude cannot be said to be insecure, and can even be said to be a little fearful, and during the time he worked at the Schiller estate, he spent time with Schiller, so he knew very well what kind of person he was.

Merkel did not study psychology, so he did not know the technical terms of certain diseases, he could just feel that Schiller was a bit of a nervous person, with a lot of stubborn and rigid habits, and a bit of a temper.

He would put a lot of energy and time into some strange and useless things, such as installing a different lock on each door, then laying out hundreds of puzzles to protect the key, or spending a lot of time wiping down strange collectibles such as umbrellas, globes, binoculars, and glasses.

But at the same time, he seems very impatient in many serious matters, such as reading the newspaper at breakfast every day, and if either of the breakfast or the newspaper is delivered late, he will not start.

I feel very resistant to breaking the routine, but I often go out in the middle of the night.

When he speaks, he always hits the nail on the head, basically does not consider the feelings of the listener, and will make a big fuss about some very ordinary communication, deliberately letting people know that he has seen through the essence of his heart.

This temper, which is very different from ordinary people, makes Merkel think he is a little crazy.

And now the Schiller in front of him looks very normal, a little too normal.

By the time Merkel decided to take a tough stance, he had no intention of getting out alive, and from what he knew, his mysterious employer wouldn't have the patience to listen to what his agents used to say during interrogation.

Merkel also doesn't know how long she'll be able to last through that exchange.

Originally, his expectation was that no matter whether he could get out of here alive or not, as long as he didn't expose the secrets in his heart, even if he succeeded, he didn't expect that he would still have room for bargaining.

Schiller's change has no logical basis at all, so Merkel only thinks that it may be that Schiller is in a good mood now, so he is also a little relaxed, wanting to take advantage of this time to give himself more chances to live, and it is better to get a little more information.

"Well, it looks like you're not interested in chatting right now, so you can ask your first question."

Merkel swallowed his saliva, he gradually relaxed his body, focused on his thoughts, he looked into Schiller's eyes and asked:

"How the hell did you do that?"