In a spacious and bright doctor's office, Merkel sat in front of a chair and looked at Schiller opposite, who was engrossed in writing medical records. He frowned and said:
"...So, you mean, I am in your dream now?"
"That's right. Now, can you tell me specifically what's going on?"
Merkel frowned. This young butler who always looked mature and steady had a completely different temperament at this time.
When serving Schiller at the manor, he looked calm and honest. He talked about the weather with everyone and had a unique British humor. In short, as soon as you see him, you can think of the most typical British butler.
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But now, when he frowned and narrowed his eyes, a sharp temperament spread from him, making it difficult not to think of certain professions related to agents or soldiers.
"If I don't say it, can't I leave here?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "No, you can't stay here for too long. If a person falls asleep 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 mean you, will you let me leave here?"
Schiller nodded again, looked into Merkel's eyes, and said: "I hope you can figure out one thing. I spent money and time, hoping to find someone who can take care of the manor for me."
housekeeper."
"But when I was not at home, you rummaged through my things, which led you to come here, so please don't say it like I imprisoned you. This is entirely your own mistake, and I am the victim.
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Merkel looked like she wanted to say something, but Schiller continued before she could say anything:
"I don't care what political stance you have or what other purposes you have for doing this job, but I paid to hire you because I hope you can do your job well."
"I hope you don't need me to help you recall how many things you messed up during this period of time."
Merkel kept frowning. Schiller looked at him and looked completely confused, so he could only say:
"Merkel, you have not been here long, but during this time, you forgot to bring food to the newsboy, ironed two newspapers, took off the buttons of a custom-made suit, and almost damaged it.
The decorations on my desk and the corner of the sandalwood bookshelf were scratched deeply with a cart. These losses are more than three times your commission."
"I want you to think about it, why didn't I fire you even though I knew you were a Soviet spy and that you were clumsy?"
Merkel's eyes widened, and he actually wanted to ask why.
If, as Schiller said, Schiller had already discovered something was wrong when he got off the train, then why did he still hire him? Even when his work was not going well, he didn't fire him.
It is the winter of 1988. People who are familiar with history may know that the situation during the Cold War was very serious. During this period, no normal American was willing to have anything to do with the Soviet Union.
"Are you making a statement to me?" Merkel asked.
Schiller covered his forehead helplessly, and said: "I guess you haven't been training for a long time, or you just came from a wild background."…
"Let me not mention it for now. In front of a cigarette boy, you used a spy's usual method to dispose of cigarette butts."
"It doesn't matter. After you came to my manor, you did nothing for a long time because you didn't dare to take risks."
"You can't even mention it. You chose to open my personal letters without judgment, so that you didn't get any important information."
"When you still adopt a radical attitude under such circumstances and ask me to say everything clearly, this will not increase my pressure, but will only expose your guilty conscience."
Schiller sighed and said: "I guess you are a pure Englishman, but you are involved in some causes because you have received a certain ideological education."
"Now, ideals and struggles still occupy most of your mind. I can't say that this is wrong, but obviously, you seem to think of things too simply."
Merkel frowned, stared at Schiller and said: "No matter how you slander, I will never waver in my attitude."
"Okay, let's change the topic. What mission do you want to perform here?"
Merkel remained silent.
Schiller put his face on his fingers, raised his head slightly, stared into Merkel's eyes, and said:
"Before, when we were in the manor, you didn't like to look directly into my eyes. In fact, you should know that this is not out of politeness, but because there is something in your eyes that cannot be hidden."
"This is actually a very interesting phenomenon. All the Marxists I know have eyes that are different from others."
"Do you know other Marxists?" Merkel finally couldn't help but ask.
Schiller suddenly changed the topic again and said:
"Since you came to my dream at this time, it means that you should have started checking from the third floor of the manor, all the way down, and finally touched the wine bottle on the bookshelf. In addition,
Besides, did you find anything else?"
"Do you have anything to discover?"
Schiller showed a rather helpless expression and said: "Your thoughts are completely immersed in the work of the agent, so much so that you don't even realize how blunt your use of those words is."
"You have to understand one thing, Merkel. You must have more doubts than me now, you must want to know more than me, and you must want to ask more questions than me."
"If you want to get the answers to these questions, you must answer my questions first. Do you think the answers you want to know are not worth revealing some information in exchange for them?"
Merkel stared silently into Schiller's eyes, seeming to confirm whether this was another trap, but in the end, he said: "I don't promise to answer every question."
"Okay, let's change one question to another. If you can't answer it, I'll change it to the next one."
Schiller fiddled with the writing pen in his hand and asked: "Did you find anything in my manor?"
Merkel paused, and the expression on her face became a little exciting, as if she was recalling something not so good, and she said:
"I can understand that for security reasons, you lock every door in the manor. Well, if it is for security, then you can also understand that you give each door a different lock.
It also makes sense that different locks correspond to different keys..."...
"But why on earth would you hide each key in a different location, 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 pieces of code?
In order to obtain these passwords, I have to go to the library and read several books..."
Merkel stretched out her fingers to cover her eyes, and her tone revealed deep helplessness: "That's why I came to your dream at this point in time. I spent most of the night trying to figure this out."
Damn puzzle."
"Is he...am I sick?" Schiller muttered in a confused voice.
"What?"
"No, it's nothing. Have you figured it out?
Merkel looked at Schiller with an extremely resentful look and said:
"It took me several hours to finally open the door, and the moment I touched the bottle, I came here."
"Don't be sad, I just updated the puzzle library in the second floor room recently, because someone recently gave me a pretty good hardcover set of "The Sherlock Holmes".
"If you open the door in order from south to north, then you should at least read the first two pieces. I think that is the most amazing part. What about you?"
"Is this the second question?
"Please, don't be so boring. This is just a normal chat." Schiller waved the pen in his hand, lowered his head and looked at his medical records and said:
"You always want to use a strong attitude to gain the initiative at every critical node. This may be because you are in a weak position and have no sense of security."
"Look, every one of your actions and expressions will reveal a lot of information. You can't deal with me just by putting on a cold face."
Merkel kept her eyes on 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 her current attitude cannot be said to be insecure, it can even be said to be a little fearful. During the time he was working at the Schiller Manor, he and Schiller got along day and night, so he knew very well what kind of person he was.
Such a person.
Merkel had never studied psychology, so he didn't know the professional terms for certain diseases. He just felt that Schiller was a bit neurotic, with many stubborn and rigid habits, and his temper was a bit unpredictable.
He would invest a lot of energy and time in some weird and useless things, such as installing a different lock on each door, and then arranging hundreds of puzzles to protect the keys, or spending a lot of money
Time to clean up those weird collectibles, such as umbrellas, globes, telescopes and glasses, etc.
But at the same time, he seems very impatient when it comes to many serious matters. For example, he reads the newspaper at breakfast every day without hesitation. If breakfast or the newspaper are delivered late, he will not start.
I feel very resistant to breaking my daily routine, but I often go out in the middle of the night.
When speaking, he is always to the point, without considering the feelings of the listener. He will also make a fuss about some very ordinary communication, deliberately letting people know that he has seen through the inner essence.
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This kind of temper, which is very different from ordinary people, makes Merkel think he is a little crazy.
And the Schiller in front of him now looks very normal, a bit too normal.
When Merkel decided to take a tough stance, he actually had no intention of leaving here alive. According to his understanding, his mysterious employer would not have the patience to listen to the interrogations of his agents.
Commonly used phrases.
Merkel doesn't know how long she can last in this kind of exchange.
Originally, his expectation was that regardless of whether he could leave here alive, as long as he did not expose the secret in his heart, it would be considered a success. He did not expect that he would still have room for bargaining.
Schiller's change has no logical basis at all. Therefore, Merkel only thought that Schiller might be in a good mood now, so he relaxed a little and wanted to take advantage of this time to gain more chances for himself to survive.
It would be best to get some more information.
"Well, it seems like you have no interest in chatting now, so you can ask your first question."
Merkel swallowed. He gradually relaxed his body and focused on his thoughts. He looked into Schiller's eyes and asked:
