Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

It may be a little crazy, but there is no way to stop it. I put myself in a gamble that included more than five lives.My dance on the tip of the knife is getting more and more gorgeous, I can't control the growing vine in my heart, maybe it will eventually pull me to an unknown future, but I don't intend to let go. Because the current Major Portman looks like an incomprehensible modern oil painting to my eyes, and the many colors make him a little strange.When the cruel executioner gradually turned around in front of me, I was surprised to find that his face was riddled with holes... In this way, I couldn't simply destroy him, not to mention that I still had something from him. Things that need to be heard urgently.

So five days later, for the first time in my life, I sent an invitation to the person I hated the most. "Perhaps you would like to have a cup of coffee with me on Montmartre during the day, Major." I said to him on the phone, "It's more romantic than the night, can you take this as a necessary 'return' ?” He laughed softly on the other end, with the usual teasing in his tone: "Your invitation method is really impolite, Lord Earl. It seems that I have no reason not to go?" "Then tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will wait for you at 'Bluebell'."

"Be sure to be there on time." There is already a threatening cold in the air in early winter, coupled with the downturn in the world, even in the daytime, this row of exquisite cafes is deserted.Most of the guests stayed indoors, so there were many empty seats on the open-air seats facing the street, and there were not many people at a glance. I was alone outside "Hyacinth" tasting coffee that was much bitterer than before. The boss I knew said to me with some guilt: "Sugar and milk are both in short supply, Lord Earl, you also understand..." I tolerantly smiled at the apologetic middle-aged man, and told him it was nothing, I thought it was delicious.The consequences of war have always been borne by the people, but they must live tenaciously no matter what.A year ago, I probably didn't think of anything outside the circle of life at all, and I even ridiculed the superficiality and over-romanticity of the French, but now I find that my compatriots are actually far stronger and lovelier than I imagined.

I declined the boss's invitation to "sit inside" politely, because I was afraid that if that person appeared in a German military uniform, he would create an amazing effect in the crowd; maybe even my back would be burnt with contempt and hatred. Bar. So when I saw his plain casual clothes from a distance, I was vaguely happy. "It's exactly three o'clock, exactly." I opened my pocket watch, "The Germans are really punctual." "Oh, it's a good habit." Major Portman sat down opposite me and ordered a cup of black coffee without sugar.

He didn't wear a hat for the first time, and let his blond hair hang down on his forehead in a fluffy way. He simply put on a dark blue suit and white trousers. Except for the colorful square scarf exposed at the collar of his shirt, there was almost nothing conspicuous. .But I know that even so, some women still stare at him with ambiguous eyes. This man is like a luminous body, and he will attract people's attention no matter what. And Major Portman looked at me as if nothing had happened so naturally, as if the sudden visit in the middle of the night a few days ago was my hallucination.

"It's an honor to receive your invitation, Mr. Earl, can you tell me what you plan to talk to me?" He was very direct. I sat up slightly: "Do you still remember what I said four days ago?" "Alcohol is not a good thing, I seem to have said a lot." "You said, it wasn't you who killed Marisa..." He slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Don't tell me you forgot," I felt the need to remind him, "you told me yourself when you drove me home." "Yes." He admitted, but there was a sly gleam in his eyes, "However, my lord, I have never done such a vicious thing, and you insisted that I am a murderer!"

"I found your hair on Marisa! She's clutching it tight!" "So what? Am I the only blonde in the world?" "But you are the only blond man in the world who has ever had trouble with me, not to mention you have never justified yourself!" "Would you believe me in that state?" My heart suddenly swelled because of his words, and I raised my voice: "You promised to rescue Marisa, you have this ability! Who in the detention center would dare to attack a prisoner whom the major is particularly concerned about! Anyone who can hurt her, besides you Who?"

The major's face was a bit ugly, as if he was about to get angry, but he endured it forcefully, and the soft cigarette twisted into three sections between his fingers. "What a harsh trial, my lord." He threw the cigarette on the ground, "So you still don't believe me." "If we don't believe you, is it possible for us to sit here?" "Then what do you want?" I took out banknotes and pressed them under the cup: "Will you walk with me?" After crossing George V Road and Basino Road, we walked slowly from Galileo Road, Shanglinyuan Road and Pressburg Road to Star Plaza.Major Portman and I chatted calmly and restrainedly. Because of certain concerns, we couldn't regard each other as a suitable communication partner, but it was also much more tactful than before.

The man next to him became even more difficult to deal with after putting on the mask again, and the answers I wanted to know did not come out of his mouth as I hoped.He is like a brilliant magician, deftly using language tools to resist my interrogation one by one, hiding the truth in the hat behind him.And he and I seem to be in a kind of contest at any time, even including every look and movement. The only exception is that at the gate of a small park in the middle of the street, a few boys dressed as "cavalry" made us turn our faces at the same time. Their laughter is the happiest melody in the autumn wind, which makes people feel happy.

"It's really a nostalgic game," the major said with a smile. "I was a good 'cavalryman' too! You probably don't have such an experience, my lord, your status does not allow you to fight with wild boys on the street. hang out." "Oh, it's just that the place to play is different." I could hear a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "I also had many friends in my childhood, otherwise I would have become a lonely child. My parents Realize that what a man experiences as a child shapes his character throughout his life." The major didn't speak, but just raised his eyebrows—he was smart, of course he could hear my implication.

Just as we were competing with each other, an inconspicuous black figure rushed out from behind a row of half-height young cypress trees and hit me.I felt a movement in my pocket, and then the dark figure ran quickly across the road. "Oops!" I took out my wallet and it was gone. "Hey, stop!" I ran after him in desperation. Before Major Portman could stop me, I had already reached the other side of the road, and I was keeping a close eye on that guy. Avoiding the sparse pedestrians, a thief wearing an old felt hat crawled around in the narrow alley like a nimble mouse. Major Portman following behind kept calling my name, but I had no time to answer. He kept running forward.About five minutes later, the little man turned a quiet corner. With his back against the wall, panting heavily, he smiled at me.The sweat on my forehead wet my hair, but I didn't bother to wipe it off. I just shrunk my body to the edge of the corner as much as possible and took out my pistol. The familiar call and footsteps were getting closer, and when that handsome face appeared in front of my eyes, I pointed the gun at his head without missing a second. "Stay still, Major." For a while, in the silent alley, only the breathing of the three of us could be heard spreading among the gray-red walls.Major Portman's facial expression slowly turned from surprise to calm, and then he smiled: "I really didn't expect you to use such a method, Lord Earl." "No way, I need to use my brain to deal with you." "What if I don't catch up?" "Do you think you could stand there and wait for me to go back?" He tilted his head and answered honestly in the negative. "Very well, Major. Now, then, I must humiliate you for a while." I hit him hard on the back of the head with the butt of the gun. This is the most favorable time I have had with Major Portman since I met him, and I am at an absolute advantage.Although he still looks full of danger, I know he understands his situation-handcuffed to the back of the chair, with a drape over his eyes, and three pistols pointed in the room- No matter how you look at it, he will not do stupid things. I nodded to François, who stepped forward and untied the captive's eyes. "How do you feel, Major?" "Oh, it's terrible." He moved his neck lazily, "My headache is killing me! It turns out that people who play the piano are so energetic." "I'm sorry," I said dryly, "because you're dangerous and I'm afraid you'll hurt someone." "May I take that as a compliment?" "I don't want to play tricks on you." He was indeed a difficult guy, "You should worry more about your own safety." "I guess you didn't mean to shoot me, or there would have been enough time just now." "You're smart." I admitted it frankly. "We don't set up a hypocritical 'kangaroo court' before killing people like you. We don't kill you because we believe you can make a wise choice here." "I would like to hear more details." He spoke casually as if he was talking to me about a neighbor's garden.François and Daisy looked skeptical, as if worried about my proposal. "Okay." I sat down in front of him. "What is your position in the SS branch, Major." "You already understand that my job is to catch you and hang you." "anything else?" He frowned. I took out two stamped ID cards and passports from my pocket: "As far as I know, a certain detail in this is also within the scope of your authority, it is a..." I turned around and looked carefully, " Oh, by the way, a joint SS and security police signature certifying someone as 'non-hostile'. Very useful stuff!" "You want me to forge documents?" "It's not that complicated." I shrugged. "It's a chore. We just want your signature, Major. There's going to be a lot of people who will need this in the future—oh, and maybe using some of your little ones now and then." privilege." "It seems that the French underground escape network is larger than I imagined. Have you accepted the assistance of the British Special Operations Command?" I heard a gasp behind me, which made Major Portman smile.He didn't have the consciousness of being a prisoner, and his tone was too rational: "Actually, don't you think this action is a bit stupid, Lord Earl. Why do you think I will listen to you? If I insist on not cooperating with you, you can only kill me, otherwise your underground network will be exposed. No matter how you look at it, this is extremely risky!" "Of course you will agree to us." I bent down towards him confidently, "Because you definitely don't want to be imprisoned in Dachau Concentration Camp." "Oh?" I didn't answer, but François waved, led everyone out of the room, and closed the door. A little confusion flashed in the major's blue eyes, but he was immediately alert. I unbuttoned his clothes with the gentlest movement. The muscles with distinct textures extend from the chest to the lower abdomen. There are some faint scars on the skin, which seem to be the relics left over from various frictions. I think maybe what he said is true : As an illegitimate child, he did have a too bad childhood. The major's breathing suddenly became heavier: "Although this is something I've been longing for for a long time, Sir Earl, you can't start hastily under such conditions. How about I suggest a different place and time?" He might have had a premonition, but it was too late—I bit his neck fiercely, and at the same time, my nails drew five deep bloodstains on the side of my waist! His strong muscles tightened immediately, and there was a muffled sound in his throat. I stepped back and looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction.Major Portman gritted his teeth and stared at me with a terrifying look: "It hurts, Shalt..." I licked my lips, and a strong smell of blood spread from between my teeth: "Listen to me, Major, I need three passports to Portugal within this week, otherwise the Paris Gestapo headquarters and various branches of the SS will A complaint will be received alleging that 'a certain' high-ranking SS officer has behaved inappropriately towards a person of the same sex and has been marked on his body by the other party..." He narrowed his eyes: "...that's really good." "You have always hated homosexuality, and you are so sensitive to this kind of thing! If it is your own boss, you can cover it up, but if it is spread by 'interested people', it will affect the face of the entire occupying army, and it will be very troublesome, no It doesn't make sense to deal with it. Oh, by the way, Major, I heard that General Steelpnagel (Note: Supreme Commander of the German Army in France) did not have a good relationship with your father. Do you think he will be here? How about helping you with something?" Major Portman's beautiful blond hair fell down, perhaps the pain made him frown, and then he remained silent, but the expression on his face changed drastically. After about a minute, he raised his head: "Okay, I also don't think it's necessary to make things difficult for myself." He gave in! In fact, he didn't know, and I was always uneasy, because this move was too risky, and the method was too inferior. If it was a year ago, even I would have spurned it. "Will you put on my clothes for me, my lord." The major's tone became more relaxed.I didn't refuse, and silently extended my hand. "Tell me, my lord, how could you come up with such a dirty idea? I always thought you were a noble person." He opened his mouth next to my face, and brushed his warm breath against my ear. "War changes everything." "I once frankly admitted that I had a desire for you. At that moment, I was sincere, and you took advantage of my sincerity. You are too despicable..." "It's nothing compared to some of your actions." "You will regret it." I didn't answer, just finished the work at hand more quickly, and then called François and the others to come in. "Okay, Major Portman." I avoided his sharp eyes, "You can go back now, but please remember our cooperation." "Of course." He said coldly, "But don't you plan to use this time to figure out another thing you want to know? Maybe our transaction can go deeper!" "No, thank you." I knew he would use Marisa's matter as a threat, but I absolutely couldn't give him this chance, "Sooner or later I will know the truth." "Don't you think her so important now?" I was stunned, not knowing what to say.After being stunned for two seconds, I waved my hand and walked out of the room. François and they will blindfold him and take him to the original intersection again.Then I will arrange someone to monitor him day and night until the passport is in hand.He is too scheming, and I dare not relax my vigilance. Although he has a handle in my hands now, I know that he has revenge. I must start the next step in the next few days. Even if a wolf falls into a trap, it is still dangerous work to tame it into a hound. Watching the backs of these men disappearing down the spiral staircase by the door, I suddenly sat down a bit tiredly: The Major was right, I was mean indeed! I knew that it would be naive to persuade the major to join our camp simply based on his emotional weakness, so I designed this trap, but it will also make the other party very disgusted to a certain extent. Maybe I can condemn the Nazis for being cruel and low-level, and I can also convince myself that this matter is as reasonable as the "eye for an eye" advocated by the Jews, and even simply think that such a method is absolutely necessary in times of war, but in my case Deep down in my heart, I understand that I can't lower my personality because of other people's badness. In this matter, I have violated my previous principles!In order to achieve my goal, I have temporarily abandoned both integrity and conscience! Is war really so powerful? I feel a sudden headache... Forget it, now that I have come to this point, I have to consider throwing away the pistol I just used before, and use a soft olive branch to soothe the major's anger.