Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

After a vicious murder, it is so strange for the investigator and the suspect to have such a conversation in the room! I coughed twice unnaturally, paying attention to keep a little distance from this person.But as soon as his body retreated a little to the side, he wrapped himself up like a snake, and the Iron Cross hanging on his chest touched my shirt, and his warm breath made me feel a little panicked. "Don't you think you're getting too close, Major?" I frowned and tried to push him away. The slight touch was just a hint, but he didn't seem to realize my disgust, instead he looked at me intently, and whispered very softly in my ear: "I really hate you! Why do you always keep it?" What about the noble expression? Even though you hate me so much, you are still polite."

"Then should I punch you a few times and kill you with a knife?" I sneered; this man was talking nonsense. "Oh, that's not bad... well, you know? Actually, I'd rather see you angry, you lose control, and you yell! This is a normal reaction to the enemy, and you're like this—" He The big rough hand suddenly caressed my face, and slowly slid along the bridge of the nose to my lips, "—You look so hypocritical that it makes people sick." My skin felt numb as if ants had crawled over it! If it was a year ago, I might have responded immediately like he said, but now I know what to do with such a malicious provocation——

"Then, honorable Mr. Major, get away from me before you vomit!" The cold tone made the fingers on my lips stiff, and I slowly retracted them. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then a strong hug firmly embedded me into that person's arms.My heart sank suddenly... Major Portman put his hand on the back of my head and forced me to look at him, those blue eyes seemed to be on fire! "Chart, Chart" he lowered his voice and called my name, "You know what? Sometimes your expression just drives me crazy!" Yes, I see it! His ambiguous posture made me faintly feel a kind of oppression, and a certain emotion was burning in the air, and I could smell the sensuality from his expression!Does he want to throw off all the husks of civilization, does he not intend to hide his beast instincts at all?This out-and-out lunatic!

I pushed him hard, but it didn't help!He pressed down on me, his hot lips fell on my face, covered my mouth, and bit me with the force of a carnivore!My stomach convulsed violently, almost suffocating!When his other hand started pulling at my clothes, I lifted my leg and kicked him hard! "Hmm..." He snorted, but pressed me to the ground even harder, "Excellent! Your Excellency Earl! Excellent! I like you like this!" His bloodthirsty blue eyes were burning, and I'm only now realizing how well he'd concealed his true colors before! "You'd better stop me! Mr. Major!" I fumbled for the knife on the inside of my wrist, and began to threaten through gritted teeth, "What will happen if I yell now? The soldiers outside the door will rush in immediately and find their officer lying on the ground. On a man! Then you will spend the rest of your life in prison!"

"Good idea!" he laughed. "Then let your friends know that you were raped by a Nazi! It won't hurt you!" "To force me to bow my head, I reluctantly asked you to do this kind of thing. I am so wronged!" "I'm going to really enjoy the process!" "Then you must be careful not to let me bite off your tongue!" "Oh, oh!" He smiled even more happily, then quickly kissed me on the face, and suddenly let go of me and stood up! I froze in astonishment, and my fingers stopped on the sharp blade I just touched! "You are still the cutest at this time." Major Portman patted the dust off his uniform and looked at me, "Look at your expression, you are so full of energy!"

I sneered; his whim game almost made me poke his eyes out! Major Portman tidied up his disorganized appearance in front of the vanity mirror, then picked up his hat and put it on. "Okay, my lord earl." He changed back into that handsome military officer again, "I hope you don't take the joke just now to your heart." I stood up and ignored him, just straightened my crooked tie: Huh, I was bitten by a mad dog once, and I have been immune to it for a long time! He didn't mind the sarcasm on my face, and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Oh, it seems that my worries are unnecessary. Your recovery ability is stronger than I imagined."

"Thank you for your tempering!" I turned my head towards the door a little tiredly: "Mr. Major, if you have nothing else to do, I want to stay alone for a while." "Of course." He raised his hands and smiled, "I've had enough, thank you very much." He slowly opened the door with dramatic and graceful movements, and then turned back to me and winked his left eye mischievously: "Anyway, Lord Earl, you seem to have changed a lot, and I am very happy to stand with you." Let’s compete on the same starting line.” Scoundrel! The moment the door closed, I grabbed a glass and slammed it on top.

Damn it, this person is really pervasive, affecting my mood anytime and anywhere.I turned around and looked at my red and swollen lips in the mirror, took out a towel and wiped them vigorously a few times, but I still felt extremely sick, and every pore in my body was uncomfortable.I'll have to take a good shower and brush my teeth when I get back tonight. "Shalt, are you there?" A voice from outside the door interrupted my rude treatment of the lips, and I hastily put the towel back in my pocket. "Yes, I'm in. Simon? Come in." My friend was holding a briefcase in his hand, and there were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. He glanced outside and walked in quickly: "The Germans called us here, saying that there was a murder in the theater!"

"Yes, it happened during the performance." I turned my face slightly, "The commissioner from Berlin died, and Pierre Bernie was injured." Simon's face was very ugly: "Shalt, don't you..." I shrugged: "I don't know anything, what's going on depends on their investigation results." Simon closed his mouth and rolled his eyes: "Oh... oh... yes, it should be. Then are you okay, I saw soldiers questioning actors outside!" "I also just went through a 'terrible' interrogation!" I spread my hands helplessly, "They will probably be in the middle of the night tonight, if you and Lafont are allowed to leave, go, tell my mother today I may not be going back for a while."

Simon nodded, and worriedly told me not to have a head-on confrontation with the Germans. "Thank you for your concern, I will." I took out a piece of paper and wrote a note, "By the way, can you take this to old Philip, the concierge, for me? I have to ask him to reschedule tomorrow's actor reception gone." "Of course." He put the note in his wallet and said goodbye to me. The room was quiet again, and I'm glad Simon was tactful enough not to tell me about my "little trick".He took his worries to the bottom of his heart, which made me very sorry.But his arrival also made me a little calmer than before. I stroked my sore lips and thought of the "confrontation" with the blond man before.I roughly recalled every sentence he said, and I seem to be able to discover a lot of new things from it, so I smiled involuntarily——

Major Rostock von Portmann, maybe I really need to get to know you better. The Germans got no useful clues from us.They spent a lot of time questioning the people at the theatre, but no one was suspicious, so we were just informed that Madame de Valencia was closed and that we couldn't leave Paris anytime soon.As for those who were taken away due to lack of documents, they were released after a few days of detention; because "someone" quickly revealed the incident in the theater to the newspaper, the Gestapo and the SS wanted to use innocent people Punishment would obviously arouse public outrage.So they stepped up the investigation of the resistance organization, but at the same time, the prepared fighters stuck to their secret posts like vigilant moles, preventing them from grasping more clues than before. I dutifully stayed at home, watching developments with interest. The Germans were so angry that they ran around the streets like headless chickens. The number of patrolling soldiers increased a lot, and there were also plainclothes policemen.I watched their every move with a cup of coffee by the window of the piano room, and was pleased to find that their scouting skills hadn't improved much from before. "Chart, are you inside?" A soft and pleasant voice came from the door. I quickly put down the glass and opened the door: "What's the matter, Mom." Mother was standing outside holding a small plate of snacks, her pale golden hair glowing beautifully in the sunlight: "A gentleman is looking for you, just downstairs." "That's it... But you can ask Andre to talk about it, and you don't need to make a special trip." "Oh, I just baked some cream pies, I thought you might like to try them." She smiled and showed off her masterpiece. "I love you so much, Mom." I kissed her on the cheek and couldn't wait to grab a piece and put it in my mouth. "You know, every time I eat something you make, I thank God from the bottom of my heart for making me your child." "I'm also grateful, my dear." She stroked my face and raised her chin downstairs, "Go, it seems to be a very important thing." I took the plate of warm snacks from her and went to the living room. The gray-haired doorman was waiting for me on the sofa. His honest face and the simple but neat coat reminded me of the etiquette and etiquette that belonged to the past. demeanor. "Good morning, Monsieur Earl." He stood up, took off his hat and saluted me, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have done what you ordered last time." "Thank you, Philip," I gestured cheerfully to him. "Come, let's talk in the study, and I'll recommend you my mother's cream pie." He quickly looked in the direction of the stairs, smiled and nodded. After closing the door, I gently pulled down the anti-lock iron bolt, and then put the plate on the desk: "Okay, Philip, now you can talk." "Here are all the things you want to investigate." He took out a few small folded papers from his close pocket, "Mr. René said that there is only so much he can find, and I hope it can help you. " "Thank you very much." I quickly took it over, "Please be sure to convey my thanks, I understand that it is very difficult to see the personnel files inside the Nazis, and it really troubled him." Philip assured that he would bring the message, and at the same time asked me about the past two days: "I don't know if the Germans will come to trouble you in the past few days. If you find any clues, you will be very dangerous!" "Please tell everyone not to worry. They haven't produced any evidence so far. I guess there is nothing new." "But the dead are from Germany, they will definitely take it very seriously!" "That's why I stopped the recent big actions. It's better to lie dormant for a while. It's a pity that I couldn't get rid of Pierre Bernie that day. It seems that I will have to work hard again in the future!" I used a relaxed The tone said, "Philip, you and the others should be natural, don't be nervous. Except for the interrogation that night, the Germans didn't come to the door again, which shows that they didn't target the people in the theater with suspicion. This is why we It's planned." "I believe you." He smiled. "Then I'll go first. Mr. Daisy still needs me to send a message." I complimented him on being a hardworking horse and offered him the whole plate of pie, which he happily accepted.Just as we stood up and were about to go out, Miss Dorio knocked on the door of the study: "My lord, are you there? Major Rostock von Portman is visiting..." damn it! I froze for a few seconds, and quickly hid the few sheets of paper in the bookshelf, signaling Philip not to panic: "You are here to tell me the reception arrangements for the actors, it's no big deal." He nodded, put away the flash of panic, and walked out with me. "Miss Dorio, would you please take Mr. Philip out for me?" I ordered as casually as possible, and then walked towards the living room. The blond bastard was standing by the window with his hands behind his back admiring my mother's fresh daisies, while Sergeant Belken stood mechanically aside. "What can you do, Mr. Major?" I called rudely. "I don't remember inviting you." "Ah, good morning, Lord Earl." He turned around and responded to me with a smile, "I didn't expect to receive your invitation, although I look forward to it." At this moment Miss Doriot led Philip through the drawing-room and out by a side door at the other end. "It seems that you have other guests." He watched Philip's back keenly, "I think it looks familiar." "Of course, he is the concierge of the Valierette Theater." I replied calmly, "He came to tell me about the changes in the reception of the actors these days." "Really..." the major said lightly, and looked away. I asked him to sit down and asked him straight to the point why he was here. "Oh, we're investigating something around here, so we came here to see you." Should I be happy about it? "I thought you were coming to take me away again! Mr. Major, I don't think we are in the kind of relationship where we can visit each other." "Relationship? Well, maybe it should be improved." He smiled with beautifully curved lips. I hate chatting with him like this, but I can't send him away.This man doesn't come here for nothing, with an adjutant, but he's rambling so sleazy it's hard for me to come up with anything.I stared at him, watching him leaning on the opposite sofa very leisurely. "Chart," came the mother's voice suddenly on the stairs, "why don't you get some coffee for the guests?" This gentle questioning made us all raise our heads at the same time. I stood up with some worry, and watched the calm mother slowly go downstairs. "Mother……" "Hello, sir." She held out her hand to Major Portman. "I am Chartre's mother, Countess Marguerite de Nodois." "Good day, ma'am." The bastard immediately put on a polite face, and respectfully kissed his hands, "I must say, you are the most charming lady I have ever met." "thanks." "This is my lieutenant, Sergeant Belken." "Welcome." I frowned secretly; to be honest, I don't want my mother to have any contact with this person at all, who knows what kind of scheme he will come up with in his mind? "Mom, why did you get down?" I gently helped her sit down on the sofa, "This Major Portman just came to ask me something, don't worry." She patted my hand with a smile and looked at Major Portman: "Sir, I hope Shalt didn't cause you any trouble. He is just a law-abiding citizen." "Yes, it is." The blond man smiled slyly, "At least for now." My mother wasn't angry: "I know there was some friction between him and you last year, but it's been cleared up now. I don't think you are a person who is easy to hold a grudge, are you?" There was a look of surprise in Major Portman's eyes, and he spread his hands generously: "Of course, I'm even willing to be friends with the Earl." That is impossible, executioner! "Thank you very much." The mother smiled gracefully, "In this case, I am relieved. I will be very sad if anything happens to Chartres. But I also understand that my son is a very kind person. If no one Frame or bully him, he won't do anything out of the ordinary. And once that happens, you know, a mother will do whatever it takes to protect her child... I'm sure you understand that, Mr. Major. You won't let Am I disappointed?" "I will gladly obey your orders, madam." "Thank you." The mother stood up, "Please continue to chat, I made some snacks, I hope you like it." "It is my great honor, ma'am." So the three men in the living room stood up at the same time to watch her leave. When the dignified and kind figure disappeared at the other end of the corridor, Major Portman looked at me meaningfully: "You have an amazing mother. Ah, my lord count." "Yes." I smiled proudly, "I'm proud of it." The major's face was a little ugly, but he didn't have a fit, he just chatted with me about some irrelevant topics.I was surprised that he didn't mention the murder that night at all, but he was interested in some French folklore and customs, and then he was full of praise for my mother's pie.This relaxed atmosphere is no different from ordinary friends who usually come to visit. If we say that the one who is a little more normal is Sergeant Belken, who has been silent all the time. He has always maintained a gloomy expression and said nothing, as if his task is to be a perfect foil beside the major.I've always found his presence too odd, but it's hard to tell what's wrong. Fortunately, Major Portman decided to end the visit shortly thereafter. "Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am." He said goodbye to my mother politely at the door. "I wish I could have this kind of food again." "If you can become Chartres' friend, then I welcome you at any time." Major Portman turned his gaze to me: "It's up to you, Lord Earl." He offered to extend his hand, "Excuse me, goodbye." Reluctantly, I took his hand— A hard flake got stuck between my fingers. "Goodbye, I hope we can meet again soon." The blond officer put on his hat, turned and left with a smile, followed by the burgundy-haired adjutant. My mother watched them get into the car and drive away, and frowned at me: "This man was smiling all the time, including when I said those words on purpose. Schalte, he is not a good opponent. " "I understand, Mom." I told my mother that I would be careful and sent her back to her room. Now my heart is worrying about another thing, I can't wait to hide in the study, I take out the things that I secretly put in my pocket a few minutes ago—— What Major Portman stuffed into my hand before he left was a thin piece of paper, only a few centimeters long. After unfolding, there was beautiful French handwriting on it: "Antaeus is about to fall, don't underestimate the power of Hercules! Ergo tace! (Latin: Say it, don't tell it!)" What the hell does he mean?