After passing through four streets and five alleys, Edmundo led Geng Chaozhong to the outside of a chess and card club with a signboard of "Strutman Chess and Cards Club". This club is only a stone's throw away from the most prosperous 8th arrondissement in Paris.
It looks like it has been established for a long time, and the neon signboard is even covered with dark red rust.
"Your Excellency Edmundo, thank you for your trust." Geng Chaozhong said gratefully.
"Haha, there is no trust or distrust, we are just a bunch of abandoned trash," Edmundo pushed open the double doors with all kinds of gaudy posters on them, "This place has been open for at least ten years.
Almost all of our younger generation grew up here.”
The first floor was a dark hall. There were several long-haired young men sitting next to the green card table, waving the cards in their hands boredly. When they saw Edmundo coming in, they all raised their hands to say hello. Edmundo smiled.
After a while, he asked: "Has Bledsoe been here?"
"No, Edmundo," a red-haired young man laughed, "Edmundo, you'd better watch out, Bledsoe is not a good woman."
Edmundo shook his head, with a look of indifference in his eyes after the result was confirmed.
Passing through a narrow staircase, Edmundo led Geng Chaozhong into a private room on the second floor, then huddled into the old-fashioned sofa in the corner of the room, muttering to himself: "It seems that Bledsoe is
I can’t come back..." Then he pointed to the wine cabinet in the corner: "There is wine in the cabinet, you can pour it yourself!"
Geng Chaozhong walked to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of wine for Edmundo and himself, sat across from him, and whispered: "Edmundo, what are your plans?"
"What are your plans?" Edmundo smiled meaninglessly, "Of course I will continue to play cards, dance, and occasionally go to the Black Cat Tavern to have fun."
"But Bledsoe is dead, don't you want to escape?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Escape? Escape to where?" Edmundo seemed to have seen through everything. "We can sneak back to Moscow and wait for an opportunity to overthrow those brutal guys!" Geng Chaozhong suggested tentatively.
"Haha," Edmundo sang with a mocking smile on his face: "Hey, little apple, where are you going? If you roll into the courtyard of the Anti-Revolutionary Committee, you won't be able to get out!"
Familiar songs...
Geng Chaozhong once heard some captured Belarusian officers sing in Vladivostok...
"Forget it, Charles," Edmundo shook his head in frustration, "Did you know? Since my father's generation, countless people have returned to Moscow, but none of them have come back. I don't want everyone to
Life is wasted on this meaningless goal, no matter how noble and just it may be."
"Your Excellency Edmundo, you don't have to be decadent. Maybe we can rely on the strength of foreigners, such as the French and Germans..." Geng Chaozhong said.
"Charles, please don't raise this issue again, okay? We have thought of all the ways we can think of, but there are fewer and fewer people supporting us. The French? You know, the Soviet Union and France are about to sign a contract.
The Germans? I’m afraid they won’t be able to pass the Polish test! Come on, Charles, alcohol and women are our final destination!” Edmundo suddenly raised his glass, touched it to Geng Chaozhong casually, and drank it in one gulp.
All.
"Okay, Sir Edmundo, can I come to you often in the future?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Of course, you are Yanzi's friend and Bledsoe's friend..." Edmundo's voice began to grow deeper.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a sound of banging on the door downstairs, followed immediately by a burst of footsteps followed by a loud shout:
"Paris Internal Affairs Police! Everyone stand up and stand against the wall!"
Geng Chaozhong's eyelids twitched fiercely, he stood up and was about to walk out, but Edmundo in front of him was very indifferent, pointed to the wine cabinet on the side and said: "Move away, go from there."
"Um?"
Geng Chaozhong turned his attention to the wine cabinet. This wine cabinet was two meters high and filled with all kinds of fine wines. It was very heavy at a glance. Just as he was about to stand up, Edmundo shook his head and left in person.
He went over and reached out to a handle on the side of the wine cabinet. He gently pulled and pulled it, and the wine cabinet moved away instantly, and a deep dark passage on the ground suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Let's go, I won't tell anyone that you were here." Edmundo pointed to the secret.
"You?" Geng Chaozhong stepped into the secret passage and looked back at Edmundo.
"I have nothing to lose." Edmundo shook his head.
Geng Chaozhong stopped talking and rushed down the secret passage. Behind him came the rumble of the wine cabinet closing, and the last trace of light slowly disappeared.
There was no light in the dark passage. Geng Chaozhong held the wall with his hands and walked slowly down. After walking a few steps, a cold wind came in front of him. The passage gradually became calmer. After walking two or three meters further, he suddenly saw a colorful scene in front of him.
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It turned out to be the neon sign of the chess and card club I saw just now.
Geng Chaozhong stood behind the sign and looked down. There were four or five plainclothes policemen on the ground guarding the door. Figures flickered in the distance, probably looking at the back door of the chess and card room.
It seems we can only wait for now.
Geng Chaozhong slowly retracted his body and returned to the entrance of the secret passage again.
From Edmundo's luxurious box, a rapid and stern voice came:
"Edmundo, who is Bledsoe to you?"
"lover."
"Do you know her whereabouts?"
"have no idea."
"Who did you bring here just now?"
"A friend I just met has left long ago."
"Edmondo," the stern voice began to soothe, "You have lived in Paris for more than twenty years. Starting from your parents' generation, the Paris police have provided you with protection. Our previous cooperation was also very pleasant. Don't you
Is there anything to hide from us?"
"Dear Inspector Locke, we are just a group of homeless wanderers, and all our money has been exhausted in restorations. If you like this place, take it!" Ed
Mundo's indifferent voice came.
"Edmundo, please don't insult my character," Inspector Locke sighed, seeming to sympathize with Edmundo's situation, "But have you ever thought about how many years your father and brothers have gone through over the past ten years?"
We kept going back to Moscow, but why didn’t anyone come back?”
"Cheka, Dzerzhinsky, Berzin, they are the cruelest demons in the world!" Edmundo became excited.
"Yes, they are demons, but I want to tell you that maybe your royalists have been under the control of Cheka from beginning to end. I'm afraid you haven't thought of this, have you?" came the voice of Inspector Locke.
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fishing?
A ridiculous idea suddenly came to Geng Chaozhong's mind.