"Sir, do you have any more questions?"

The German who was watching the door, or von Wald, stood in the center of the door and said to him.

As you can tell him by his name, he was an old German Junker aristocrat, but he was stripped of his nobility because of some political incorrectness, and then exiled. There's no way to know what exactly it did.

"Wald, can you give me some clear information?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have any information, I'm gone, okay."

Wald stepped out the door, and the front door was closed, leaving the room dark.

Vasa didn't bother to work, so he wandered around for a while and then fell asleep in bed.

The next day, he was woken up by a phone call, and when he got out of bed, he heard a familiar voice.

"Sir, we've found out."

On the other end of the phone, a man in a suit with a double-breasted shirt, a gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and a cigar in his mouth, looked like a successful person, which attracted the envy of the people around him and did not dare to approach.

But if you look closely, you can see that his suit doesn't fit at all, his glasses look large, and he doesn't smoke at all, and he coughs a few times when he puffs a cigar.

"Ahem! Mr. Dayan, it is no longer possible for Akinson to die from the shooting carried out in the newspapers. ”

"It's up to you to say that!"

Vasarai's eyes widened, and the anger in his pupils was faintly visible.

"Looks like you're not fully recovered, ahem! Akinson died a terrible death, he was pushed into the steelmaking furnace, and his ashes were not left. ”

"Shhh Vasalai took a deep breath and then asked with interest:

"So how do you know for sure? Or rather, who is the one who pushed him down? ”

"I stole some documents from the steel mill last night that said 'Akinson was sued for 50,000 kroner for mismanipulation of the machine for causing an accident'. It's funny, they ask for money from the dead. ”

"Impossible! He has been engaged in metallurgy for more than 20 years, how can he be mistaken! Obviously someone else made it. ”

Vasalai stood up sharply and said in no doubt.

"If nothing is wrong, the mastermind behind it should be the Skoda factory, and they worked with the government to cause the 'accident'."

"How?"

"In our spare time, we casually infiltrated the Skoda cannon factory. There was a fool in there who was willing to work overtime for others, and then we killed him. ”

As he spoke, he also tinkered with the decorations on his body:

"He's quite rich, and it's hard to imagine that this is a worker's wealth, even though that's what he deserves. Until I found an IOU in his pocket, hahaha! But there's one more thing about him that you should be interested in. ”

"Huh?"

"He had a letter on him about Akinson."

"Hmm!"

"But he was not directly involved in the assassination."

"Hmm~"

Vasalai was a little happy in his heart, but he still asked angrily:

"Are you kidding me?"

"Aren't you asking me why I'm sure Skoda is behind it, that's why."

"Uh... Well, let's get the value out and stop beating around the bush. ”

"We've recorded a lot of things that we can't say for a while, and Skoda has a key figure, so we will definitely take precautions. So, see you in the afternoon, sir. ”

"Hmm..."

Vasa hung up, sighed, and then lay down in bed for a nap.

As for the group of spies in Slovenia, they may have broken their word, because they did not take the train, but on foot.

Vasalai didn't wake up until noon, seeing the bright sunlight outside the cracks in the wall, but he couldn't do anything, and there was some indescribable sadness in his heart.

There is no way, blind one eye and one arm is broken, such a feature is so obvious that there is no second one in the whole of Vienna.

Look, Vasalai had been reading books all day, and he could barely read a word before.

But there was no other way but to pass the time and at the same time absorb some advanced military knowledge from his father's summary of the art of war.

"Sir, here they are."

There was a sudden knock on the door, which alarmed Vasala, who was still reading by candlelight.

He looked up, and found that it was dark and could barely see anything, so he put the stacked books back on the shelves, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"Let them in, Wald."

Some years the door slowly opened, and a group of people carefully bypassed the door that looked like it was about to collapse, and then poured in, and soon the living room of the cottage was filled again.

The leader presented a stack of white paper, and the pen on it was densely written, but the words were quite beautiful, and Vasa actually enjoyed reading them.

"It must have been written by a rich man. I guess," Vasa said, touching his chin and meditating for a moment.

"The boss of the Skoda company?"

"Yes and no."

Vasalai looked up at the man, frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Can you please tell me what your name is, I'm sorry I don't know your name. Remember not to beat around the bush next time you speak. ”

"Idrant, I'll put other people's names on a piece of paper in the future."

Idrant took off his black bowler hat, turned his index finger around and buckled it on the table, and said with a slight smile:

"Would you turn a gun on your father? That's what we're doing, and we'd have gone to see God long ago if we weren't careful, hahaha! ”

"It's a bit of a joke, okay, I won't ask for anything, but please speak more clearly in the future."

With a smile still on his face, Idrant pulled out some more paper from the pouch around his waist.

Vasalai had just stood up and was about to take it, but Idrant suddenly took a few steps back, and pointed at Vasa with his hand holding the paper:

"You haven't finished reading that one yet? Don't get distracted! ”

In the face of his rebuke, Vasalai reluctantly returned to his seat, anxious and could only briefly sweep the black letters one after another with his eyes.

After flipping the paper back and forth to confirm that he had read it, he said with some surprise:

"The assassin was a Hungarian? It seems that his motives are simply pure faith, which is too extreme. ”

"Hmmm! Let's take a look. ”

Satisfied with Idrant, he tossed the rest of the paper to Vasa's side.

After another careful reading, Vasa looked at the crumbling ceiling, his eyes full of incredulity:

"Didn't that guy get fired by Skoda! Why are you willing to come back and do things for him? ”

"Being fired doesn't mean that you won't give people a job, not to mention that your father hurt him badly, how can you not seek revenge with a grudge."

Vasa came and nodded, his eyes were a little glazed, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly smiled bitterly:

"It's really a narrow road! But I'm going to have to wipe my dad's ass. ”