Chapter 451: The Beginning of the Battle (Part 1)

In a spacious and bright doctor's office, Merkel sat in front of a chair, looking at Schiller who was writing medical records opposite him, and frowned and said:

"...So, you mean, I am in your dream now?"

"Yes, now, can you tell me what happened in detail?"

Merkel frowned, and the young butler who always looked mature and steady had a very different temperament at this time.

When serving Schiller in the manor, he looked calm and honest, talking about the weather with everyone he met, with a unique British humor. In short, as long as you see him, you can think of the most typical British butler.

But now, when he frowned and squinted his eyes, a sharp temperament spread from him, making it difficult for people not to think of some professions related to agents or soldiers.

"If I don't tell you, can't I leave here?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, you can't stay here for too long. If you sleep for too long, your 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 then said, "I hope you can understand one thing. I spent money and time to find a housekeeper who can take care of the estate for me."

"But when I was not at home, you rummaged through my things, which led to you coming here, so please don't say it as if I imprisoned you. This is entirely your own mistake, and I am the victim."

Merkel seemed to want to say something, but Schiller continued before he opened his mouth:

"I don't care what your political stance is, or what you bring. "I don't want you to do this job for any other purpose, but I paid you to do your job well."

"I hope I don't have to help you recall how many things you messed up during this time."

Merkel kept frowning, and Schiller saw that he looked completely clueless, so he could only say:

"Merkel, you haven't been here for a long time, but during this time, you forgot to deliver food to the newsboy, ironed two newspapers, knocked off the buttons of a custom-made suit, almost broke the decorations on my table, and scratched a deep scar on the corner of the sandalwood bookshelf with a cart. These losses are more than three times your commission."

"I hope you think about it. When I knew you were a Soviet spy and you were clumsy, why didn't I fire you?"

Merkel opened his eyes wide, and he actually wanted to ask why.

If, as Schiller said, Schiller had already found something wrong when he got off the train, 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 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 expressing your position to me?" Merkel asked.

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly and said, "I guess you haven't been trained for a long time, or you are just a wild person."

"I won't mention that you used the usual spy method to deal with cigarette butts in front of a smoking boy."

"You can also ignore that after you came to my manor, you did nothing for a long time because you didn't dare to take risks."

"You can even ignore that you chose to open my private letters without judgment, so that you didn't get any important information."

"When you still adopt a radical attitude in this situation and ask me to say everything clearly, it won't add My pressure will only expose your guilty conscience. "Schiller sighed and said," I guess, you should be a pure British, but he participated in some career because he received some kind of thought education. "" Now, it is still ideal and struggle in your head. "Merkel frowned, he stared at Schiller and said," No matter how you slander, I won't shake my attitude. " Seeing my eyes, in fact, you should also know that this is not polite, but that something in your eyes cannot be hidden. "" This is actually a very interesting phenomenon. All Marxists I know are different from others. Schiller suddenly changed the subject and said:

"Since you came into my dream at this time, it means that you should have started from the third floor of the manor, went all the way down, and finally touched the wine bottle on the bookshelf. In addition to this, did you find anything else?"

"Do you have anything to be discovered?"

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 stiff the 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 things than me, and you must have more questions than me."

"If you want to get the answers to these questions, you must answer my questions first. Do you think that the answers you want to know are not worth revealing some information in exchange?"

Merkel stared at Schiller's eyes silently, as if to confirm whether this was another trap, but in the end, he still said: "I don't guarantee that I will answer every question."

"Okay, one question for another, if you can't answer it, I'll change to the next one."

Schiller fiddled with the writing pen in his hand, and he asked: "Did you find anything in my manor?"

Merkel Kerr paused, his expression became a little interesting, as if he recalled something not so good, he said:

"I can understand that for security reasons, you locked every door of the manor. Well, if it is for security, then you can equip each door with a different lock, which is understandable, and it makes sense that different locks correspond to different keys..."

"But why do you hide each key in a different place, and 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 codes, and in order to get these codes, you have to go to the library to read several books..."

Merkel stretched out his fingers to cover his eyes, and his tone revealed deep helplessness: "That's why I came to your dream at this time, and I spent most of the night solving these damn puzzles."

"He... am I sick?" Schiller muttered in a puzzled voice.

"What?"

"No, nothing, did you figure it out?

Merkel looked at Schiller with an extremely resentful look and said:

"It took me several hours to finally open the door, and then the moment I touched the bottle, I came here."

"Don't be sad, I just updated the puzzle library of the second-floor room recently, because someone recently gave me a very good hardcover edition of "Sherlock Holmes".

"If you open the door in order from south to north, then you should at least have read the first two cases. 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 very ordinary 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 take the initiative at every critical node. This may be because you are in a weak position and feel insecure now."

"Look, every behavior and expression of yours will reveal a lot of information. You can't just be strong and put on a cold face to deal with me. "

Merkel kept his 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 knew that his current attitude could not be said to be insecure, and it could even be said to be a little fearful. During the time he worked at Schiller's manor, he and Schiller were together day and night, so he knew very well what kind of person he was.

Merkel had not studied psychology, so he did not know the professional terms for certain diseases. He just felt that Schiller was a bit neurotic, with many stubborn and rigid habits, and a bit unpredictable temper.

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 time wiping those strange collections, such as umbrellas, globes, telescopes and glasses.

But at the same time, in many serious matters, he He seems very impatient. For example, he reads the newspaper at breakfast every day. If either breakfast or newspaper is delivered late, he will not start.

He is very resistant to breaking the routine, but he often goes out in the middle of the night.

He always speaks directly, and basically does not consider the feelings of the listener. He also makes a fuss about some very ordinary communication, deliberately letting people know that he has seen through the essence of the heart.

This temper, which is very different from that of ordinary people, makes Merkel think he is a little crazy.

And now Schiller in front of him looks very normal, a little 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 such great patience to listen to the common words used by his agents in interrogation.

Merkel also didn't know how long he could last in this kind of communication.

Originally, he expected that no matter whether he could leave here alive or not, as long as he didn't reveal the secret in his heart, he would be considered successful. He didn't expect that he would have room for bargaining.

Schiller's change had no logical basis at all, so Merkel just thought that Schiller might be in a good mood now, so he relaxed a little and wanted to take advantage of this time to give himself more chances to survive, and it would be best to get some more information.

"Okay, it seems that you are not interested in chatting now, so you can ask your first question."

Merkel swallowed his saliva, he gradually relaxed his body, focused on his thinking, he looked into Schiller's eyes and asked:

"How did you do it?"