Chapter 18 Chapter 15 Two Bombs

The three of them chatted all night, until the blue and white misty Beijing morning could be seen from the big floating window of Dingshang International Club on the 68th floor. Ding Xiwu began to confide what he knew and felt after being silent for a long time.And Jiang Xia and Ye Guangting were relieved accordingly, and they also developed some trust in him.In the end, the three wine glasses were able to touch each other, and the deep red color of the wine gradually climbed onto their cheeks.Aged wine is always more intoxicating.The Bordeaux Lafite, which has been cellared for 60 years, made the three people who were not strong enough to drink enter the bliss early, and decided to go home after only drinking two-thirds.

"I just drank a Fukang car tonight." Ye Guangting said contentedly, licking his lower gums with his tongue.His eyes were bright, and he seemed to be infused with a lot of French civilization. Coming out of the club, there are already many vehicles leaving early on the main and auxiliary roads of the third ring road.The three agreed to meet here at night, and then go to No. 1 Tukang Road together. Ding Xiwu took a taxi and left alone.Ye Guangting's valet for a drunkard has not yet arrived.After getting on Ye Guangting's Audi, Jiang Xia let out a long yawn. "Just now when you described Faina being followed, I had a strange feeling," Ye Guangting lay on the steering wheel and turned to look at Jiang Xia, "You said that you almost burst into tears because you sympathized with little Faina's situation, I can't see it all..."

"How to say?" "Have you ever thought about it, those tears may really belong to Faina!" Jiang Xia smacked her lips, seeming to understand: "You mean?" "The person who followed Faina was Pat! And Faina knew about it! The baby specimen she put into the 'iron lung' without making a fuss was probably a fake! But Faina was still young after all, she When she learned that her beloved was by her side again, but she still wanted to know the whereabouts of the baby specimen... She cried, but she had no choice, she could only walk at her own will. Tears flow wantonly, and I can't even wipe them off!"

Jiang Xia stared straight at the excited Ye Guangting, unable to say a word.When Faina was removing the customs seal of the "Iron Lung" in the warehouse, she did hear a sound outside the door.She impromptuly changed her plan at that moment and put in a fake specimen. "When have you ever been so sentimental? Tears of sympathy! I'll go!" Ye Guangting finished his speech, feeling very satisfied. Jiang Xia looked at Ye Guangting appreciatively, thinking that this kid's analysis is not bad at all.I do have a bit of affection for Faina, but it really can't reach the point where I cry for it.

In this way, the fate of the baby specimen becomes unclear again.In 1939, little Faina wanted to send the specimen away, but she changed her mind when she discovered Pat.In 1997, the old Faina said to herself that the specimen was in Goldstein, Spain, but she made a fork with her fingers and shook it under the quilt... That's right!The specimen is not in Spain, let alone in Goldstein's custody.Faina kept bewildering her opponent, and maybe the stuffed baby never left her side. "So the baby specimen may still be in Faina's hands." Jiang Xia said in a low voice. Ye Guangting obviously agreed.But he hesitated for a while, and asked again: "But if Faina is still alive today, she must be almost ninety, right? If she is no longer alive, is it possible that the little baby should be brought into the coffin as well?" "

Jiang Xia has no answer, he only knows that Faina is not trying to hide the secret of the baby, but to ensure that it does not fall into the hands of certain people.Then Jiang Xia's heart lightened up: Ninety years old is not an impossible age.Faina may indeed still be alive.At least...he secretly had a plan, and he must visit the old house where Faina lived in Boston. After entering the house, Jiang Xia lazily took off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack.A pair of exquisite women's shoes belonged to Qingzi neatly fitted on it.This made Jiang Xia's heart inexplicably warm.The windows in the room are bright and clean, and even the tile floor in the bathroom is scrubbed to a bright spot.There was a faint scent of lavender in the air, which made Jiang Xia's nerves relax after a day of tension, and her eyelids could hardly be opened.

The curtains of Jiang Xia's bedroom were closed tightly, not a ray of light could penetrate.He knew that Qingzi was always used to making all the preparations when he was sleeping.She wrapped the quilt tightly, and even tucked in the corners meticulously.The small face without makeup looks so peaceful and peaceful. Jiang Xia leaned against the door frame and looked at Qingzi quietly, feeling very uncomfortable.He loved this girl, then and now.Every look in her eyes, every movement, every leap of joy, every time she grinned and looked at him with a silly smile... Jiang Xia found that everything about Qingzi had already been deeply integrated into every corner of her body. Can't give up.

After a long talk with Ding Xiwu all night, he knew that Qingzi had been secretly helping him, a madman who had great ambitions but almost lost his humanity.Isn't it enough that at least they're still together no matter what happened? Isn't that enough? Gently pulling the curtains, the room was flooded with the brightest sunlight in the morning, and Jiang Xia's heart was also illuminated.He tiptoed to the bed, knelt down on one leg, and kissed the sleeping girl gently on the cheek.Qingzi woke up, but did not open his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a happy smile.

This is enough.Jiang Xia thought. "Why is it so long today?" Qingzi's voice was still a little lazy, but he still managed to free up a large bed. Jiang Xia agreed, lay down next to Qingzi, and didn't speak any more. "You go to sleep for a while, shall I make you something to eat?" Qingzi asked. Jiang Xia shook her head, reached into the quilt and grabbed Qingzi's warm hand. "I just ate it not long ago." "Then I'll save trouble, who will I eat with? Mr. Ye?" "There is someone else besides him." "Male and female?" Qingzi smiled, her closed eyes bent into crescents.

"Men." Jiang Xia turned her head to face Qingzi when she said these two words. Qingzi opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Xia hesitantly, the smile on his face was still there, but he froze. After a long time, Qingzi turned to look at the ceiling. Jiang Xia's heart sank.He felt that Lepton's hand was getting cold little by little.He flipped his wrist, five fingers tightly intertwined with Lepton's. The faint chirping of birds and magpies came from outside the window.In the room, neither of them spoke.Jiang Xia's heart was filled with an unprecedented level of steadfastness and stability.He didn't even try to guess what Qingzi beside him was thinking.He only knew that his hand was holding her, and her hand was holding him.

Qingzi stayed with Jiang Xia in the room for a day like this.Talk for a while, sleep for a while, eat for a while.Talk again, sleep again, eat again... "Did you gain anything last night? Besides meeting new friends?" Qingzi asked. "Well, not bad. It turns out that I can see several memories once I go in." Jiang Xia's eyelids were sore, and her upper abdomen seemed to be pressed by something, making her uncomfortable. "Uncomfortable again?" Qingzi squeezed his hand, "Is this a side effect of loading Faina's memory? Do you want to accompany you to the hospital tomorrow?" Jiang Xia agreed perfunctorily. "Come with me to Tukang Road to meet our new friends at night?" Qingzi was taken aback for a moment, blinked his eyes, and then smiled.She shook her head: "It's time to go home and stay with my parents today. You'd better not go there a few times in this state." She turned around and hugged Jiang Xia gently: "I will worry about you." Jiang Xia didn't respond much, but he could feel that Qingzi was sincere.After the two found a lively hot pot restaurant and had dinner, they came to Dingshang International to meet Ye and Ding alone. Ye Guangting drove his precious Maserati.Ding Xiwu got into the car early and closed his eyes to rest.Jiang Xia was in a good mood, circling around the car, squatting down to look carefully at the huge Poseidon's big sea fork on the front of the car, and let out "tsk tsk" admiration from time to time.This made Ye Guangting a little uncomfortable, and urged him to get in the car quickly.Then the three of them went to No. 1 Tukang Road together. Along the way, Jiang Xia still couldn't restrain her excitement, and touched the solid seats made of whole cowhide and the log interior of iron knife wood.Seeing Jiang Xia's envious look, Ye Guangting couldn't help being aroused a little vanity in his heart, and stepped on the accelerator a few times to let the monster eject.Maserati's eight-cylinder red-headed engine let out a sharp roar, pressing Jiang Xia's heart heavily on the seat back.When he was finally able to catch his breath, he stroked his chest and said lightly: "I hate it! I hate it!" The dense branches and leaves all over the eyes were scorched yellow by the poisonous sunlight, and the whole body was unbearably hot and humid.The smell of dead weeds in the air mixed with the stench of animal excrement made Jiang Xia feel breathless for a while. In front of me was a dilapidated, large house made of planks, the wood was rotten, and it was full of water and rust stains washed by the rain.The side gables are very tall, with uneven boards and different colors.There seems to be an attic structure on the top, but there are no windows in the whole body, so Jiang Xia has no way of knowing what it looks like inside.The distance is very empty, and there are a few brown and black wooden poles with dejected cables.The large tracts of farmland seem to be seldom taken care of, and there are a few sparse trees next to the weeds.A dirt road meanders past the wooden house from a distance, and fine crushed gravel is evenly spread on it.The edge of the dirt road was rutted by muddy water and wheels. The wooden house is surrounded by weeds that have not been taken care of for a long time.An old-fashioned Chevrolet pickup was parked on it, the paint leather was no longer shiny, and even mottled and peeled off.The house number is written on the tin mailbox in front of the house, and below the number is probably the owner's surname: Pietro. In front of the big house, there is the back of a thin man sitting, and the old radio beside him is playing Pat Boone's song Love Letters in the Sand.This is a song from the 1950s. Jiang Xia is familiar with the melody, but he can only infer this. The melodious male voice chanted affectionately: What seemed a bit out of place with the whole scene was that Jiang Xia saw a pair of hands in front of him sharpening a surgical lancet very carefully! The scalpel is divided into two parts, the handle and the blade.The blades are disposable, and they are replaced when they are used up, and few people will sharpen them.Moreover, this knife has rust, obviously it has not been used for a long time.But this man worked hard, constantly scraping the edge of the knife with the ball of his thumb to test its sharpness.Jiang Xia was afraid that he would commit suicide, although he wasn't the one who was hurt, but it would hurt for a while. This person is obviously not Faina, which can be seen from Jiang Xia when she first came in. This is where?The Chevrolet trucks showed that this was still America, and the hot and humid weather was rare in northern areas like Boston. With so many questions, Jiang Xia continued his observation. The man's arms are extremely thin, and the flesh hangs loosely over the bones.The golden hairs lie on top of the dripping sweat, lifeless. Suddenly, a few exquisite small characters engraved on the handle of the scalpel caught Jiang Xia's attention. FKD This is Faina's scalpel! Jiang Xia clearly remembered that Faina said that she was born in the Soviet Union, and her father gave her a Russian surname, Dolgolukaya, which is the origin of the letter D. The F is undoubtedly Faina, and the K in the middle is obviously Candington's initials.This once again confirmed Jiang Xia's judgment: on the surface, Faina is a little nurse and an old landlord who plays the piano all day long, but in fact she is a highly talented surgeon.Maybe the handle was a gift from Faina's grandmother, but how did it end up in this person's hands? Just thinking about it, the man's hand stopped.He rolled over his right arm, swinging the blade up with his left hand.Jiang Xia gasped, and when he was at his wit's end, he swiped lightly with his left hand. He didn't feel any pain, but a cut that was an inch long was split on his right arm, blood gushed out, and the pink flesh turned out from the wound, Jiang Xia almost fainted from seeing it.The man was very calm, allowing the blood to flow from the wound to his elbow and then drip to the ground.He took out a surgical needle bent into a semicircle, inserted the silk thread into the eye of the needle, clamped it with a needle holder, and quickly sewed up the cut flesh, tying a knot with each needle.Only then did Jiang Xia feel the pain, and her entire right arm became powerless due to blood loss and pain. How do you meet a self-harming person?Jiang Xia gritted her teeth and cursed bitterly. The man got six stitches and stopped.The bleeding had stopped, and the incision was closed very smoothly. This is also a master, Jiang Xia thought.First of all, he can accurately judge the thin distribution of nerves on the arm and cut the knife decisively, and then he can quickly sew up the wound with one hand, and the wound is perfectly stitched, but why do he suffer the crime of the knife and needle? The man stood up, opened a screen door, entered the room, turned on the light, and drank a glass of water.Walking around seems boring.The room was even hotter and stuffier, but the furniture was in order. The floor was clean and tidy, and there was a dirty toy puppy on it. Jiang Xia was very disturbed in her heart, and her arms began to ache.But he knew that this trouble was not his, but in this person's heart. There was some noise upstairs, like a child crying.Jiang Xia suddenly felt that his heart was burning up, and his head became hot all of a sudden.He slammed the scalpel in his hand against the wall!The blade is thin and shatters to pieces.The handle of the knife with Faina's name engraved on it bounced far away and disappeared. Running upstairs quickly, the wooden stairs were trampled, shaking off a lot of dust.The man suddenly pushed open the door of the attic room, and Jiang Xia saw two almost identical children sitting on the floor in the room, about one year old or so.Someone's impassioned speech was playing on an old tape recorder.The children were stunned when they saw the door open all of a sudden.One of the children held a piece of paper in his small hand and was putting it into his mouth, but he stopped and did not dare to move. The man rushed forward and roughly snatched the piece of paper that had been bitten off from the child's hand.Jiang Xia could see clearly that the hooked cross with the swastika was clearly painted on it! The child stared fixedly, and cried out with his mouth deflated.The twin brother next to him was not in a hurry, watching all this with a smile. The man smoothed the paper with the party emblem on the table, then turned around and squatted down, grabbing the shoulder of the crying child and shaking it, yelling something. Jiang Xia felt that the child's shoulders were crooked, and the skeleton was somewhat deformed.And in the corner of his eye was a very tender little lump, about one millimeter in diameter, it would be hard to see if it wasn't so close.This made Jiang Xia suddenly think of Qingzi's description of her twin sister Lin Jiayun's small sarcoma in the corner of the eye. Could it be... These two children are Zhou Qingzi and Lin Jiayun, right?God! impossible!Jiang Xia immediately overthrew this horrific assumption that almost made him collapse.These two obviously look like foreign children, with blue eyes and curly hair.If they really became Zhou Qingzi and Lin Jiayun later, it would be hell!As a result, his mood immediately calmed down a lot. After shaking it a few times, the child cried even louder.The man reached into the child's open mouth and took out a fragment of the swastika, and then he was relieved and let go of the child. What a faithful Nazi!Jiang Xia secretly sighed, he glanced at another child who seemed to turn a blind eye to all this, this little thing is not simple!I'm afraid when he grows up, he will be as indifferent and heartless as this grown-up.Jiang Xia couldn't help feeling a little worried. The man was still angry, took the party emblem on the table, slammed the door and left. His face was reflected in the hallway mirror.Jiang Xia's heart skipped a beat when she saw it!He will never forget this face no matter what, it is undoubtedly Pat!It's just that at this time he is much older than when we first met in 1935, and he is already in his sixties.Then more than 20 years should have passed, and now it is the late 1950s, Jiang Xia calculated in his heart.But isn't Pat a professor of biology?How could they fall into such a miserable situation?And how to leave Boston and come to such a big village where birds don't lay eggs? Jiang Xia understood that the reason why he could see Pat's memory was because Faina gave Jenquis the metal tube that collected Pat's brain cells during the concert.Faina told FBI agents that she last saw Pat in 1964.Perhaps it was at that time that Faina took Pat's brain cells. Pat went downstairs, found some glue and began to carefully patch up his party emblem.After only a while, the wound on the arm oozes blood.With his hands on his forehead, he burst into tears.Jiang Xia really felt the resentment in Pat's heart, and an indescribable anxiety and depression pressed tightly on his chest. After more than twenty years, Pat is now living alone with a pair of twins.Whose children are they?Is it Meghan's?That sister who cheated Faina should be about forty now, right?She might have already left Pat, a man who has no feelings but only knows how to use him.But why not take the child with him?Jiang Xia thought about it again, can a sixty-year-old man still have children?And Pat was so rude to them, how could it be like treating his own flesh and blood?More and more, he felt that there were major doubts about the origin of these two children. In Faina's memory, Jiang Xia saw Pat only twice.Once in 1935, when he tricked Faina into stealing baby specimens and taking brain cells.The second time was in 1939, on the eve of Faina's preparation to mix the baby specimens into the "iron lung" and send them to Spain.The last meeting Faina said she had with Pat in 1964 did not appear in her memory.If Ye Guangting's analysis is good, then Pat followed Faina for the baby specimens.What can a biologist do with the brain cells of a dead child?Is it to read the memory of the child before death?But what memory can a baby who dies after only a few days have? clone.Jiang Xia thought of cloning. The body and even the cells of the specimen are naturally dead, but the genes or DNA that determine all the characteristics of the whole person are not so easy to lose their activity.Didn't it mean that in theory, DNA can be extracted from dinosaur fossils to replicate dinosaurs?Then Pat's purpose of extracting DNA from the baby sample is most likely to copy that child.But how could this unresolved problem of the 21st century be tackled in the 1950s by Pat, a bad old man? And, if this extrapolation is correct, could this baby be as valuable as a dinosaur?Of course, for parents, the value of their children is much greater than that of birds and dinosaurs.If the baby specimen is Pat's son, it would be understandable for him to use cloning technology to reproduce a son because of the pain of losing his son.Just based on the date marked on the specimen bottle on May 26, 1889, Pat is the child of the baby specimen... Pat was so distressed that his crying became long and short and irregular.Jiang Xia couldn't tell what he was doing for, or for whom.I just felt that the depression and regret that had accumulated for a long time broke out in an instant.From his trembling hand clutching the swastika, Jiang Xia always felt that both Pat's grief and these two children were inextricably linked to that evil party. Gradually, Pat's mood calmed down.He looked around, hesitantly picked up the toy dog ​​on the coffee table, and went back upstairs to the twins' room. The child has long since stopped crying and doing other things.The one who was gloating just now was still tearing off his toes happily. This is a pleasing little guy.Jiang Xia thought. Seeing Pat come in, the two brothers stopped what they were doing.The eyes of the one eating the swastika as a toy are even more frightened. Pat paused for a moment, sighed, and knelt down in front of the child.The corner of the little thing's mouth twitched as if he was about to cry again.Pat offered the toy dog ​​and shook it stiffly, kindly.Jiang Xia kept looking at the faces of the two children, he suddenly felt that the eyebrows and eyes of the two children looked like someone he knew!In a certain area of ​​his mind, Jiang Xia seemed to understand Pat's intentions, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't grasp the seemingly invisible clue. "I'm sorry," Pat said, "it wasn't your fault. Blame me for never being her match..." Jiang Xia knew exactly who this "she" was referring to. "The first time was twenty-two years ago. She was just a teenage girl, but she took a fake baby sample and asked me to take brain cells." Pat Ming knew that the two were under one year old. The child in the house couldn't understand anything at all, and still kept talking to himself.I think these words have been suppressed for too long, and if I don't utter them, I will be really depressed. "It's not that I haven't been suspicious, but she is so young after all, and she loves me so sincerely after all. Besides, what reason does she have to lie to me? Adair, who was born on 'Channel 3', was born in Boston Children's The hospital, it's at the Children's Hospital...why didn't she give it to me?" "The third station"? Jiang Xia's heart shuddered, isn't the "third station" a surgical clinic run by Faina's grandfather, Dr. Candington?After the accident closed, many things were absorbed into Boston Children's Hospital.The so-called "Adair" is probably the baby specimen that Pat has been searching for for decades but has never been able to get it.It seems that Pat has not been able to understand the relationship between Candington and Faina until today. "In the years since I got the specimen, I have been secretly watching her every move. I must make sure that the specimen belongs to Adair himself. Until later, I discovered that she was planning to smuggle a baby specimen to Spain. At that moment, I almost went crazy! No matter what she wants to do, she must have something to do with that specimen! So I took the brain cells of that specimen again." Pat looked down at the ground and was silent for a moment. "It turns out that the genes of the two brain cells are exactly the same. I foolishly thought that she didn't lie to me... Even if she had something to do with Adair, even if she had tried to lie to me, then the secretly transported Specimens are always real! Hehehe, look! Now it’s like this!” "She is the only person I have ever loved in this life. But we have no common beliefs, which makes me have to leave her. Twenty-two years, when she was a teenage girl. She is so simple, but Take a fake Adair and fool me twice! It took me twenty years to clone two fake Adairs! You are not Adairs, never! Not one-tenth of it! Hahaha! Fake, all fake! You are not Adair, never will be! You are not even one percent of Adair, let alone Adolf! You are completely worthless Useful, hahaha!" Pat laughed bitterly, sending chills down Jiang Xia's back. "She actually found another baby specimen, cut off half of the body, and changed the label to pretend to be Adair and lied to me for twenty years! What is she going to do, what is she going to do? I can't think of it for twenty years Understood! Why did she ask me to make you two useless things!" Jiang Xia's heart felt chills after hearing this.Even though Faina had excellent surgical skills since she was a child, how much courage would it take for a teenage girl to cut off half of a baby specimen?What a terrifying scene this is! "No, no, why is it useless?" After a long silence, Pat shook his head like a drunk, "All the people I created are useful! We are all followers of Adair! Let them be real , Great brothers live forever! One day, one day, they will still rule the world!" Jiang Xia felt that Pat stretched out his right arm straightly and slowly, the muscles on his face twitched, and his eyes fixedly looked out from the direction pointed by his right hand, as if that was the holy place where brothers Adair and Adolf were buried forever .The speech on the tape recorder ended with thunderous and prolonged applause, and then the Nazi party anthem "Horst Wiesel Song" began.Pat's lips move, as if singing along. If the guess is correct, Adolf is naturally Adolf Hitler known as "Shimo".It is not known whether Hitler had a brother Jiang Xia, and it is even less clear who Adair is.However, Pat's words were so convincing that it was almost crazy, but people couldn't help but believe it. A picture gradually formed in Jiang Xia's mind: Hitler once had a brother named Adair who died young.His infant body was preserved at the "Third Unit" surgical clinic and later admitted to Boston Children's Hospital.Pat spends his whole life trying to extract material from Adair's brain cells to replicate another Hitler, so that the Nazis' ethnic cleansing will continue.Pat, an old man, has discovered Hitler's extraordinary ambition and talent since the 1930s, so he planned to create more "Xiemo", and he really dared to think and do it!It's just... What Jiang Xia still can't figure out is that Adair is just Hitler's brother after all. Even if they are somewhat similar in genes, it is really far-fetched to use Adair's genes to copy Hitler.Moreover, why is Adair only half body? Pat put down his right arm that was already bleeding from excitement, withdrew his longing eyes, stayed on the twins' terrified faces, and stopped talking.A scorching anger slowly receded from his chest. Jiang Xia stared at the child in front of her eyes intently, and the hairs all over her body stood up one by one. Isn't this child, or the twin brother next to him, the eyebrows, the shape of the mouth, the young Schweil? Jiang Xia felt dizzy for a while. Schwell is Pat's son? ... ... ... Schwell is Pat's son! To be precise, he was created by Pat using gene cloning technology!And Schweil's genes all come from a fake "Adair". Due to Faina's subcontracting, Pat finally did not create Hitler, but created Schweil, his own mentor, or two!Jiang Xia almost laughed out loud, this is really a fucking good show! Little Schweil's eyes were so innocent, as if many tears were about to come out.The other one was fine and went to look elsewhere.This made Jiang Xia can't help thinking: according to the character of her mentor, maybe the little guy next to him who seems to be calm about everything and has no sarcoma in the corner of his eye is Schweil.So who is this in front of you?Where is he now?But no matter what, Schweil's identity is basically clear. He probably became Pat's tool, taking over the work of "father" and "lurking" beside Faina to discover her memory.And their purpose is only one: to find the whereabouts of "Adair"! Apparently, Schwell eventually became a neurobiologist under Pat's training.When he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he returned to Boston and came to Faina's house and became her tenant.In this way, he will have the opportunity to find out the news of the baby specimen.However, he didn't seem to succeed, so he moved to New York. Although he left Faina on the surface, Schweil has been secretly watching her every move, every word and deed, waiting for an opportunity. Pat was so exhausted that he lay down on the spot.Jiang Xia saw that the entire ceiling was covered with Nazi logos and photos of Hitler.What kind of sadness is it that two little lives are surrounded by such an environment from birth? "You don't have Adair's genes," Pat murmured as if to himself, "you don't have Adolf's genes...but you have to be loyal to the great German nation. You have no choice until Adolf is reborn the day..." The two little guys naturally didn't understand what he was talking about, and went to play separately. Jiang Xia's heart felt cold, and she became worried about their fate.Schwell became a famous professor, but what about the other?Did both brothers become Nazis hiding in the New World? I remember Faina once said something nonsensical to Jenquis: "Pat has two bombs. When the first one doesn't go off, he will destroy it. Then replace it with the second one." Could this person refer to Pat?Two bombs, the two Schweil brothers? The bones found by FBI detectives in the aged walls of the children's hospital are likely to be one of the twin brothers.Although Faina closed her eyes, with her surgical talent and understanding of the human skeletal system, she must have found important clues.Only then did she entrust the remaining tasks to Jenquis with confidence, and she gave Pat's brain cells to him when she met Jenquis at the concert. Jiang Xia was inexplicably excited.The missing links in the original main line of work are slowly being connected.The most likely scenario seems to be this: Pat can only change tactics after discovering that Adolf Hitler has not been cloned.He knew that he was not Faina's opponent at all, and he could no longer fight in person, so he asked his twin "son" to approach her under the pseudonym Schweil.As Faina judged, Pat first sent one of his brothers to Harvard, rented Faina's room, and met Jenques.But this man didn't do what Pat wanted.When Pat smelled a crisis and betrayal, he ordered the second "Schwell" to come to Harvard secretly.He killed his twin brother, stuffed his body into a cement wall at Boston Children's Hospital, and returned to the Faina house to pose as Schwaer. Jenquis obviously didn't realize that Schwell had been replaced.And with Faina's keenness, she must have been vigilant, but she suffered from no evidence until she received a call from the FBI twenty years later and touched the first Schweil's body.It was not until that moment, after twenty years of waiting, that she decided who would carry out her plan—Jenquis. Jiang Xia looked at these two brothers who looked exactly the same, their eyes were so innocent, I really don't know which one would become so cruel and terrifying after more than ten years.However, if such inferences are correct, one thing is certain: his dear mentor was that cruel and terrible man! Pat thought about it, and stopped clamoring.He sat limply on the ground, with his back against the wall and his legs spread apart, watching the two children sitting or crawling and playing.He is contemplating his next plan.It will take more than ten years for this plan to be implemented.Of course, these two twin "sons" have to be educated into loyal Nazi party members in the past ten years, and secondly, they must have a sufficient level to enter Harvard.More importantly, they have to get close to Faina for themselves, and master the technology of extracting and restoring memories... because only in this way can Faina's truths and falsehoods be in vain, and he can know exactly where she is hiding her. Dyer place. The more Pat thought about it, the more frustrated he felt. It was an impossible task.Looking at the photo of Hitler saluting in his hand, he wanted to cry again.That was his god, his spiritual leader. Jiang Xia was not interested in crying with Pat, his eyes began to wander.There are few things to keep a child entertained in a small baby's room.The walls were painted red and black, with wooden carvings of swastika flags.An old-fashioned electric fan in the corner is blowing hard, making an annoying "clang bang" sound, but it can also drive away some stuffy heat.A bottle of wine randomly placed next to the fan made Jiang Xia very uncomfortable.Although the bottle was covered with dust, he could still make out the words on the label: Château Lafite Rothschild, 1949. Isn't this bottle of wine just drunk with Guangting and the others?Lafite of this vintage was rare and expensive even in the 1950s.It will be even rarer if they can stay until 2010.Within two days, Jiang Xia saw the same famous wine in the same packaging in the same year twice. With his intuition, he couldn't eliminate the connection between them.And this wine may have another mystery. Ouch!Jiang Xia couldn't help fighting a cold war!liquor!This is the wine that Faina mentioned!It turns out that the wine is here with Pat!She expected that Schwaer could get it easily, so she used the opportunity of Schweil to eavesdrop in the room to reveal this information to him.The purpose is to ask Schweil to go to his father to get the wine, and then hand it over to Goldstein in Spain.There must be a message in this wine that Faina wants to convey to herself. Pat was lost in thought, his vision blurred by helpless tears in his eyes.Jiang Xia focused on the bottle body of the red wine.As usual, there is a piece of bright red wax seal on the bottle cap.The bottle he drank belonged to Zhao Cheng, so his initials "ZC" were branded on it. Pat sat low enough to see what was written on the wax from this angle.This annoyed Jiang Xia.But according to the reasoning, this bottle is nothing more than Pat's name, right?It's just that it's hard to think about how it got into Zhao Cheng's hands.The most direct thing is that Goldstein met Zhao Cheng and gave him the wine at the same time. Jiang Xia felt his eyeballs tremble twice, and the wine bottle he had been staring at was slowly dizzy as if it was reflected on the slightly rippling water.This memory from Pat might be coming to an end, he looked around for fear of missing something.The two Schweil brothers were looking at themselves, wondering if they saw their students decades later in Pat's eyes. But this look still made Jiang Xia dizzy. "I want to go back to America." Jiang Xia threw out this sentence in a daze. Ye Guangting looked up at him, but didn't speak. Ding Xiwu seemed very tired, leaning on the chair and looking at the ceiling. This was the second time for the three of them to discuss matters at the Dingshang International Club, and Sister Qin didn't give anything more.Ye Guangting ordered three cups of coffee and two desserts. Seeing that no one responded, Jiang Xia was very disappointed, so he waved to the waiter to invite Sister Qin to come over. "Sister Qin, I didn't finish the wine yesterday, let's take it out again today, we are going to kill them all!" Sister Qin smiled slightly: "Wait a moment." “呃——你们帮客人藏酒应该有记录吧？今天喝完了就销户结账。”江夏补充了一句。秦姐点了下头，扭着屁股去了。叶广庭依例扭过头目送。 江夏从旁边桌拉了把椅子过来。叶广庭不知道他要干什么，但也配合地往边上挪了挪。 秦姐带了一位司酒师捧着那瓶酒过来，江夏伸出手直接把酒瓶接了过来并示意司酒师离开。那二十来岁的小伙子看看江夏又望望秦姐。秦姐迟疑片刻便朝他点点头。 司酒师离去后，秦姐把留给她的椅子拉开坐下来，探身轻声问道：“有什么问题吗丞哥？” 江夏对“丞哥”这个称谓还不习惯，但是他硬生生拿住了范儿，端起酒瓶来看：“今天这酒就要寿终正寝了，你帮我查查这瓶酒在你们这里请出来几回？” 秦姐似是松了口气，笑得很灿烂。 “丞哥您放心，酒寄存在我们这里，所有的记录都是齐全的，您看看，”她拍了拍手里黑色皮质封面的记录本，“这个大本就是为这瓶酒准备的。今天您销户，我再登上最后一笔就完璧归赵，连瓶子和这个本都奉送给您留念。” 江夏满意地点点头，就似他早以对藏酒一事了如指掌一般。 “你先帮我看看上次请这瓶酒是在什么时候，当时还有谁在场？” “您不是指昨天吧？”秦姐嫣然一笑，着实有几分妩媚。 江夏嘴角一扬，勉强笑了笑。 秦姐翻开本子低头查看。 “二○○八年八月八日。这日子真好彩啊！那天……您一共是两位。您和一位女士。记录上写，那次你们并没有开瓶来喝，您只是请出红酒给朋友欣赏了三十分钟。您二位是开了另外一瓶酒喝的。” 江夏扭头看看丁西武，问道：“没有他吗？” 秦姐报以歉意的一笑：“那天不是我当班，是我同事登记的。记录上显示男士只有您一位。” “你同事呢？” “不好意思她已经离职了。” “哦，是这样啊。你再帮我看看你这本上关于这瓶酒的第一条记录吧。” 秦姐只往前翻了一页就到本子的最前面，她笑了笑说道：“您这酒是二○○八年八月三号带来的，我为您做的记录。当时您有两位，您和一位外国人。酒是他送给您的，您随后让我们加盖了火漆印封代为保管了。这礼物可真是大手笔了。” 江夏皱了皱眉：“外国人？什么名字？长什么样？” 秦姐乐了：“客人的名字是托雷·冈萨雷斯。您朋友那么多，我可记不住长什么样子了！” It's him again!江夏和丁西武对视了一眼。 “行，那先这样，”江夏看秦姐优雅地站起身，“一会儿销户的时候再来啊。今天这两位一个姓叶，另一个姓丁，都帮我登记上。” 江夏是二○○八年八月下旬在美国醒转过来的，见到施韦尔，而后不久便加入其实验室成为哥伦比亚大学的一名博士生。按时间推算，也许八月八号那天江夏终于找到失踪了一个月的轻子，两人相约来这里品酒。可是不对！秦姐明明说那天他们并没有开瓶来喝酒的。他和轻子两个人难道只是来这里坐坐，拿出珍藏的酒来把玩吗？太无聊了吧？江夏盯着手里捧着的酒瓶，看久了似乎有一种穿越时空的历史感。他甚至有些后悔一时兴起干掉了这珍藏了近六十年的名酒。从法伊娜的手里到自己的肚中，这酒终究完成了它的使命，而且是按照法伊娜的设计，完成了它的使命。 “我听说古人钟情于酒，也不过是借酒抒意而已。”叶广庭前来打趣，“像你这样长时间地捧住不放手，似乎是与这酒本身陷入了一段不解之缘？” 江夏撇了撇嘴：“这瓶酒曾经属于帕特，就是那位一直想方设法从法伊娜那里打探死婴标本下落的生物学教授。” 丁西武侧过头来看着江夏。 叶广庭似乎也很惊讶，但他的表情却很是痛苦，嘴不断抿着，像是吃了苍蝇一般恶心。江夏明白他的意思，这份联想不是没有道理，帕特会不会把取出的死婴脑细胞也放到了这酒中？ 叶广庭独自恶心了一阵，似乎想起了什么，他探身过来用手拨弄着覆盖住瓶塞的火漆，说：“哥们儿听说有的藏酒是这么干的：每转手一次就在火漆上加上新主人的签封。也就是说，在赵丞的这层火漆下面可能有这酒以前的主人的名字。” 江夏来了兴致，赶紧去找第一层火漆的边角。 “我来吧，”叶广庭说，“这活儿我干过。” 江夏把酒瓶交了出去，叉起胳膊在一旁看着，奚落着：“这富二代也不是完全没用，什么名车名酒的道道儿，没你小子还真不行。” “该干吗干吗去！”叶广庭头也不抬，用小手指的指甲把火漆的漆皮一点点掀起来。江夏看到那下面确实有另一块已呈褐色的漆皮。叶广庭嘟嘟囔囔说道：“奇怪了，这里有个针孔……” 江夏凑脑袋过去，果然见到字母Z的右下方有一个不起眼儿的细小针眼儿。 “这像是用来吸取瓶中酒的，”江夏说，转过头对那边正在电脑前工作的秦姐喊道，“秦姐，你们加了我的火漆以后就收起来没动过吧？一直到八月八号？” “是的！”秦姐回答。 “看来他们还是喝了的，只是不知道为什么要这么个窝囊的喝法。”江夏对叶广庭说。 “喝是喝了，不过不是他们是你们。”叶广庭急于看下层的火漆，又继续撕开来，嘴里说道，“这酒里肯定有东西，这下我也喝了，还好咱没你那倒霉细胞，喝了也白喝，”他费力地咽口唾沫，“不过还是他妈的够恶心的……” 江夏看着独自忙活的叶广庭：“你也觉得这酒和我失忆有关系？” 叶广庭不住地咂巴着嘴，不置可否。 烙有“ZC”的漆皮被完好地掀开了。下层的火漆上面俨然是个草写的“P”。 “瞧吧，帕特！”江夏说道。 “丫这层有两个针孔！”叶广庭兴奋得像个孩子。他左右端详着瓶塞，忽然又像发现了新大陆一般捧起酒瓶来：“下面还有一层！没想到一瓶酒经历了这么多人！看看看看……”说着又认真地撕起来。 江夏已经不大吃惊了。 什么事都有个熟练和巧劲儿，叶广庭俨然已经成了撕火漆皮的专家。他用了十分钟便把所有的火漆印都除了下来，在桌上码成了一条线。正如江夏所料想的，法伊娜的烙印赫然在列。他清楚地知道，并非所有经手人的名字都会被以火漆加封，但是这瓶酒在它近六十年生命中的履历已经很清晰了。 “一个、两个、两个。”叶广庭数着每道火漆上的针孔。除了最上面赵丞的那一层有一个针孔外，帕特和法伊娜的都是两个。 “没了！”叶广庭仔细检查瓶塞和瓶身，“下面的火漆没有其他破损，也就是说这瓶酒在咱们喝之前没有被打开过。所有东西的进出都是通过这些针孔。” “照我看，两个针孔呢，一个是往酒里加东西，另一个是喝酒用的。”江夏一手托腮，失神地望着不知道什么地方，“咱们现在可以把这瓶酒分为后法伊娜时代，后帕特时代和后赵丞时代。” 叶广庭和丁西武饶有兴致地看着江夏，等着听他的高见。 “从针孔的数目来看，法伊娜没有往酒里加过东西，否则在她那一层应该是三个针孔，是不是？” 两个听众想了想，缓缓地点头。 江夏闭上眼睛，把自己刚才说的又想了一遍，接着说道：“排除了她，咱们再往酒的下一个主人说，帕特拿到这瓶酒之后才有人用针头将东西打了进去。这个人……我想应该不是帕特，而是高斯坦！” 高斯坦？叶、丁二人没法理解江夏的推断。 “其实我也是在看到这些针孔后想到的，”江夏狡黠地一笑，“法伊娜老太太在她迟暮之年曾经对我提到过这瓶酒。她叫我把酒给高斯坦。” “法伊娜叫你，把酒给高斯坦？” “她是假意对我说，实际上是说给偷听的施韦尔的。法伊娜说这番话的时候是一九九七年，这瓶酒当时应该就在帕特那里，而施韦尔是帕特克隆出来的儿子。这些事情法伊娜都已经分析出来了。她只躺在床上轻轻地说了一句话，施韦尔就乖乖地从帕特那里要来了酒，又巴巴儿地给高斯坦送到西班牙去……”江夏直起身子长舒口气，酣畅淋漓。 “这里面都什么乱七八糟的呀？施韦尔是帕特克隆的啊？”叶广庭十分讶异地笑了，但一点儿都不怀疑江夏的话。他眼里闪着光，被法伊娜气定神闲的运筹帷幄所折服。从帕特到施韦尔，几个顶尖的男人全部被一个小护士操控于股掌。 “问题就在酒里，”丁西武说道，“很明显这瓶一九四九年的拉菲就是老太太周密计划的传递媒介。二○○八年八月三号，托雷·冈萨雷斯，没准儿就是高斯坦的假名字，把注射了东西的酒送给你。几天之后的八月八号，轻子和你约在这里见面，假借欣赏酒的名义把拉菲请了出来，用针管吸出来让你喝了。之后你来到土炕路一号的实验室。神秘人恐怕已等在了这里，声波的能量与酒里的东西相作用，于是你之前三年的记忆尽失，同时法伊娜和帕特的记忆，当然还有托雷让我和嘉韵录制的那一小段录像，一同进入了你的大脑。就这么简单。” 江夏点点头，说道：“这恐怕就是为什么我脑子里一直有黑屋子的画面的原因。我在失去记忆的当晚来到实验室，等在那里的詹奎斯在背后叫了我一声'丞哥'，然后我们打了起来。这些都反映到我后来的记忆里了。没跑儿，后来我一定是被制服了，然后就任由詹奎斯摆布。这么说来，在那段时间，高斯坦和詹奎斯都在中国，他们的任务就是通过这酒把法伊娜的记忆输入到我的大脑里。” 叶广庭却翻了翻白眼，一直对丁西武的话颇有微词：“你说简单？一瓶酒横贯六十年，中间落在别人手里，最后还能准确无误地传给江夏，该加的东西也加了进去，该喝的人也按计划喝了。最困难的是，法伊娜完全是在遥控，这需要多大的智慧！” 丁西武听得出来叶广庭对他仍心怀芥蒂，于是不再说话。 “现在做点儿什么？”江夏问道。法伊娜费尽心思把记忆传递到他这里一定是要他帮着做一些事情，大事情。 “现在能确定高斯坦是法伊娜的人吗？”丁西武低着头吐出一句，“如果是的话，咱们能不能找到他，他应该知道法伊娜的意图。” 江夏摇了摇头：“我不这么看。高斯坦是在帮法伊娜，这一点应该可以肯定，但是他绝对不知道老太太想做什么。说得不好听点儿，他只是一个棋子。詹奎斯、我都是法伊娜的棋子。我们每个人都只是一根链条上的一个环节，但是每个人都看不到整个蓝图，每个人都不能单独成事。” “但是很显然，你是知道事情最多的一颗棋子。依我看，詹和高的任务都已经完成了。现在一切落在你这里，如果你都不知道下面该做什么，我们就更帮不上忙了。”叶广庭撇了撇嘴，“要么去获取更多的记忆片段，要么直接奔美国找法伊娜去算了，哥们儿陪你回去！另外，丁西武说的不错，轻子既然已经被卷了进来，你也不必刻意回避这件事。你说呢？” 江夏正在犹疑之间，一个女孩子的声音传了过来： “我也跟你回去。” 三个人同时向声音来处望去，见是轻子斜着身子靠在俱乐部的前台。服务员小姐见他们认识，脸上才露出轻松的表情。 叶广庭看看江夏，再看看周轻子。两个人都在掩饰心中的尴尬。 “我也是棋子，”周轻子从旁边桌拉过一把椅子坐在江夏身边，看了眼丁西武说，“到时候再跟你算账，害我哭了好几天！” “但我甘愿做这枚棋子，”轻子接着说，眼睛看向桌子上的酒瓶，“他们在做什么大事我不管，只要他们利用我做的事也正是我想做的就行了。谁说我不是在利用他们呢？暗中指导我做这些事的人对我说，法伊娜把她的脑细胞经过了特殊处理，并且加入酒中。拉菲红酒中有一种天然的酶，可以在相当长的时间内保存人脑细胞的活性。但是这种酶一经与大量空气接触就会失效，所以所有的操作都是通过针孔来进行的。我那天和江夏欣赏他新收到的名酒，同时开了另一瓶酒来喝。我趁他不注意的时候用针管吸了拉菲，又兑入喝的酒里。” “那你知道詹奎斯和高斯坦吗？”叶广庭问轻子。 轻子摇摇头：“詹奎斯和高斯坦的名字我都是从江夏那里听到的。我想他们之间也都互不相识吧。” 江夏重重地点头：“我们这些做棋子的啊，谁都不认识谁的……轻子，来，坐这儿。你知道著名的赵丞是谁吗？就是施韦尔让我回国来找的人，他的手机是你姐注册的，记得吗？”江夏拉住轻子的手，看着她的眼睛说道：“赵丞就是江夏！我就是赵丞！呵呵。但是，我不想做一颗安分的棋子。” 三个人把目光投向江夏。 “广庭，拉菲的酒标是什么样的？” 叶广庭被这突如其来的一问搞蒙了，想了想说：“好像就是拉菲庄园的插图吧？还有俩法国农民在地里扛活。” 江夏缓缓地把手中的酒瓶转过来让酒标对着众人：“你们看这栋房子像什么？” 几个人没有反应。 江夏转头冲秦姐大声说道：“秦姐，你们这儿的拉菲随便借一瓶给我行吗？” "Hold on." 叶广庭笑道：“你丫今儿晚上算是找着感觉了哈！秦姐给你一人儿服务得了。” 江夏把俱乐部的拉菲摆在自己那瓶的旁边说：“这就很清楚了吧！原本这酒标上面的房子两侧是有烟囱和一个尖塔的，现在却被什么人抠掉了！没了这两样东西，这根本就是法伊娜的住宅啊，是不是？” “我们哪见过她的住宅什么样啊？没你那特异功能！”叶广庭说。 “八扇窗户，上下两层，巨大的山墙，挑高的房梁以及屋檐上的装饰。”江夏不管他，“法伊娜之所以用拉菲作为传递脑细胞的媒介，不仅仅因为里面的酶，她还暗示我需要到她家里拜访一下！” 叶广庭和轻子伸手去抚摸酒标上的抠痕，似乎在与历史指指相触。他们都没有见过法伊娜的记忆，自然也没见过那房子，但他们认同江夏的说法。 “我去找法伊娜！不管她是不是在世，我至少要到她住过的老房子去看看，到她爷爷的'第三台'去看看！”江夏眼里放出光来，仿佛已经看到了那个保藏了百余年的秘密。