Chapter 452: The Beginning of the Confrontation (Part 2)

"What do you mean?"

"This dream."

Merkel looked around. This was a clean and tidy doctor's office. The reason why it was a doctor's office was not only because Schiller in front of him was wearing a white coat, but also because of the many medical records placed next to Schiller, the anatomical diagrams hanging on the wall, and a treatment bed next to the room.

This place was really very real, exactly the same as the offices used by most doctors that Merkel had seen. The images and texts on the anatomical diagrams were clearly visible, and the reflection of the metal legs of the treatment bed reflected the color of the floor tiles. All the details here were real and impeccable, not like a dream at all.

Just now, Merkel witnessed the absurd scene in the banquet hall, and saw the terrifying black tide and dazzling light. Merkel was a firm materialist. His common sense told him that such a thing would not happen in reality, so there might only be one dream.

The only question is, how did Schiller create such a real but absurd dream, and how did he pull people into this dream?

Merkel felt that figuring out this problem now was much more important than his original mission goal, because as far as he knew, human beings' research on brain consciousness and dreams was still superficial, and this would be a very important intelligence.

"Haven't you experienced it?"

"Are you referring to the bottle of wine?"

Schiller nodded, and then continued: "Of course, the problem is still here."

He pointed to his head, and then said to Merkel: "You should understand that consciousness and dreams are the products of the human brain. You must have a smart enough brain to have enough capacity to run a huge and real dream."

"... Brain development?" Merkel obviously thought of something.

"It seems that you are not just a low-level agent who unilaterally provides intelligence to the Soviet Union. You should also know some intelligence from the Soviet Union."

Merkel immediately shut up, and at the same time, he was a little annoyed in his heart, as if he was being tricked by Schiller.

Schiller shook his head and said, "You don't have to be nervous. I know better than you how far this topic has been studied and how far it can be studied in the future."

"...What level?"

"To the point where there is no progress."

Merkel moved his lips, as if he wanted to refute, but he was worried that he would leak more information, so he said to Schiller, "You don't seem to have answered my question."

"I answered, the answer is the bottle of wine plus my brain, nothing else."

"I know you are thinking about how to take the bottle of wine, or how to take my brain..."

"But I advise you not to do that. Any of these two things being studied alone may become a disaster."

"We are not afraid of any disaster."

Schiller opened his mouth and found that he really had no way to answer Merkel's answer, so he could only say:

"Now it's my turn to ask the second question. What is your mission goal?"

Merkel frowned, as if he didn't expect Schiller to be so straightforward. He thought that the two would have to test each other for at least two more rounds.

But this made him feel more relieved. It seemed that his previous feeling that Schiller's personality had changed was just his illusion.

"I'm tracking down an agent."

"Who is he?"

"This is our internal matter."

"Why are you tracking him down?"

"Because he has been out of contact for a long time."

Schiller turned the pen in his hand, looked at Merkel and said, "What you said is the truth, but only part of the truth."

"You want to find the person who may have taken away the Philby List, right?"

Merkel's pupils shrank suddenly, he frowned deeply, and tried to stay calm. He wanted to deny it, but his reason told him that since Schiller had said the name "Philby List", it proved that he knew a lot.

"How did you know this name?"

"Is this your next question?"

"...Yes."

"Right now, my body is in the mayor's mansion of the metropolis. An accident just happened here. I won't say what it is, but in short, a group of agents blocked this place."

"Just now, the leader among them announced something in the banquet hall. He claimed that among the participants of the banquet, there was a Soviet spy who took the Philby list, and the agents would not let us leave until the spy was found."

Merkel's face suddenly sank. He could hardly control his facial expression. His inner anxiety was written on his face.

"Who is he? Where is he now?"

"I don't know." After Schiller gave his answer, Merkel still stared at him. Schiller tapped the table with the tip of his pen and said, "How can I know something that even CIA agents are not sure about?"

"Okay, I'll ask you one last question, answer your doubts one last time, and then I'll put your consciousness back into your body."

Schiller looked into Merkel's eyes and asked:

"Why is the Philby List so important?"

Merkel pursed his lips. He was hesitating whether to tell Schiller this question. If he was really an enemy, after understanding the importance of the list, he might help the CIA agent kill the Soviet agent who had the list.

He recalled some details of his time with Schiller in his mind. He had to admit that Schiller was a very strange person. He was very different from ordinary Americans, even from the British and even Europeans. He was not a normal person, and his thinking was incomprehensible to normal people.

Facing such a person, it is difficult for you to judge his ideology, and even what he believes in.

If it was in the past, Merkel would feel that he was not doing a good job and did not collect enough intelligence, but now, it gave him a self-deceiving illusion. Perhaps Schiller would not completely turn to the CIA, and there might be a possibility of seeking help.

Finally, he spoke:

"Perhaps you should have heard on the radio that Philby had been investigated a lot before he left Britain, that is, between 1962 and 1963. That period was extremely dangerous. Even though Philby had been in a high position, he was not sure that he could get out of it unscathed."

"Philby was an important staff member of the Fifth Section of the British MI6 and the head of the Ninth Section of the Soviet Intelligence Work. I think you should also know what this means."

"The Ninth Section is responsible for intelligence work on the Soviet Union, and their head is our man."

"During this career, Philby obtained a lot of intelligence. At the same time, he was also responsible for tracking down spies that the Soviet Union might have buried in other countries. Using his position, he protected many of our comrades and ensured their work. can proceed smoothly. "

"At the same time, he also knew that many countries had agents and spies buried in the Soviet Union. If you have learned about espionage work, you should know that sending spies is mutual. It is not the case that only the Soviet Union is doing espionage work as the Western countries say."

"When Philby arrived at his position, the information he had was very scary, and the most important information was the identities of Soviet spies and spies from other countries."

"When facing an important investigation, Philby was not sure that he could return to the Soviet Union safely. Even so, he hoped that the information he had could be transmitted back to the Soviet Union."

"But at that time, his every move was closely monitored. The people responsible for investigating him wanted to find evidence of his guilt from his behavior. Philby knew that he could not contact Moscow directly, and he had to take A more euphemistic approach. "

"So, there was the Philby List."

Merkel sighed, put his hands on the table, clasped them together, and said: "It records the identity information of all Soviet spies and spies from other countries that Philby could obtain with his ability."

"I think you should know how important this is."

"So, the CIA wants to get this list, because it may also record the list of spies they have planted. Although decades have passed, as long as the identities of some people can be confirmed, they can follow the clues."

"All intelligence agencies think so. They don't want any of their opponents or even teammates to get this list, which may cause a devastating blow to their intelligence network in a certain area."

"What you said, turn it around What is the way to move this list is more euphemistic, what is it? "The words have been said, Merkel does not need to cover up again. He said:" It is the oldest method. Find a trustworthy person and give him to Moscow. Sco, those information in his mind. "" So, the Soviet Union had the information? "Merkel sighed and said," Because of this, other countries want to find this list because they are already weak. In the years when Philby returned to Moscow, Western countries can be said to have repeatedly defeated in intelligence work, which also comes from the influence of Philby. "Do they want to point to this list?" Merkel shook his head and said, "Actually not, they just need one thing to make a mess." He stretched out one hand and tied it out, saying, "The information recorded in the mind in the head of the mind should be very different. "

"If they can get hold of the Philby list and prove that the information on it is very detailed and can cause great damage, then they can blame Philby and those who failed to try him for the failure of intelligence work over the years. "

Schiller immediately understood that what Merkel meant was that this group of people were trying so hard to find this list, in fact, to show that the opponent was too strong, not that they were too weak.

Once they found this list, which contained very detailed spy information, they could say that we were playing an open card, so how could we beat the opponent? In this way, the failure of intelligence work over the years could be written off.

"But why is it now?" Schiller asked again.

Merkel shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, but Schiller could understand that if the CIA wanted to pass the buck, would it have to choose the right time? Or in other words, passing the buck is their main business.

"Okay, you can ask me one last question, and then this dream can end."

Merkel was silent for a long time. Just when Schiller wanted to remind him, he looked into Schiller's eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"Have you read The Communist Manifesto?"

Schiller was silent for a long time, then he stood up, walked to the window, looked at the empty scenery outside the window, and whispered:

"Do you know? The CIA agent is outside my door. I just need to wake up immediately and tell him that if you ask me this question, you will not survive this winter."

"I know..."

Schiller looked back and saw that there was a light in Merkel's eyes, brighter than the sun that had descended on the top of the tower before.

"But I don't care."

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