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In a spacious and bright doctor's office, Merkel sat in front of a chair and looked at Schiller, who was writing his medical records. He frowned and said:

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

"That's right, now, can you be specific about what's going on?"

Merkel frowned, the young butler who always looked mature and steady, but his temperament was very different at this time.

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

But now, when he frowned and narrowed his eyes, a sharp temperament spread from him, and it was hard not to think of some occupations related to agents or soldiers.

"If I don't say it, can't I get out of here?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, you can't stay here for too long. If a person falls into a dream for too long, the body's functions will be affected, just like a vegetative person who has been sleeping for many years, the muscles will atrophy."

"I mean you, will you let me out of here?"

Schiller nodded again, he looked into Merkel's eyes, and then 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 wasn't at home, you rummaged through my things, which led you to come here, so please don't say like I imprisoned you, it's all your own fault, and I'm the victim ."

Merkel looked like she was going to say something, but Schiller continued before he could speak:

"I don't care what political stance you have or what other purpose you are doing this job, but I paid you to hire you in the hope that you can do your job well."

"I hope I don't need to help you recall how much you screwed up during this time."

Merkel frowned all the time, and Schiller looked at him completely dumbfounded, 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 newsboys, ironed two newspapers, lost a button on a custom suit, and almost broke it. The decorations on my desk, and the deep scar on the corner of the sandalwood bookshelf with the cart, are more than three times your commission."

"I want you to think about it, why didn't I fire you when I knew you were a Soviet spy and clumsy?"

Merkel's eyes widened, and he actually wanted to ask why.

If according to what Schiller said, when he got off the train, Schiller already found out that something was wrong, then why did he hire him? Even when his job is not going well, he hasn't been fired.

It is the winter of 1988. Those familiar with history may know that the situation during the Cold War was very severe. During this period, no normal American was willing to have a relationship with the Soviet Union.

"Are you speaking to me?" Merkel asked.

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly. He said, "I guess you haven't been in training for a long time.

"Let me not mention that, in front of a cigarette boy, you use the usual spy's method to handle cigarette butts."

"You don't have to care. After you came to my manor, you didn't do anything for a long time because you didn't dare to take risks."

"You don't even have to mention that you chose to open my private correspondence without judgment, so that you didn't get any important information."

"When you are in this situation, you still adopt a radical attitude and ask me to say everything clearly, it will not increase my pressure, it will only expose your guilty conscience."

Schiller sighed and said, "I guess, you should be a pure Englishman, but because you have received a certain kind of education, you are involved in some business."

"Right now, ideals and struggles still take up the majority of your mind. I can't say this is wrong, but obviously, you seem to think things too simply."

Merkel frowned. He stared at Schiller and said: "No matter how much you slander, I will not shake my attitude."

"Okay, let's change the subject, what mission are you here to perform?"

Merkel was silent.

Schiller propped his face with his fingers, raised his head slightly, stared into Merkel's eyes, and said:

"Before, when you were in the manor, you didn't like looking directly into my eyes. In fact, you should know that this is not out of politeness, but something in your eyes cannot be hidden."

"It's actually a very interesting phenomenon. All the Marxists I know have different eyes from others."

"Do you know any other Marxists?" Merkel finally couldn't help but say.

Schiller suddenly changed the subject, saying:

"Since you came to my dream at this time, it means that you should start from the third floor of the manor, all the way down, and finally touch the wine bottle on the bookshelf. Besides, have you found anything else?"

"Have you anything to discover?"

Schiller showed a rather helpless expression, he said: "Your thinking is so immersed in the work of the agent that you don't even realize how blunt the use of those words is."

"You have to figure out one thing, Merkel, now you must have more doubts than me, you must know more than me, and you must ask more questions than me."

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

Merkel stared silently into Schiller's eyes, as if to confirm whether this was another trap, but in the end, he said, "I don't promise to answer every question."

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

Schiller, fiddling with the pen in his hand, asked, "Have you found anything in my estate?"

Merkel paused, and the expression on his face became a little wonderful, as if recalling something not very good, he said:

"I can understand that you lock every door of the manor for security reasons, well, if it is for security, then you can also understand that you have a different lock for each door, It also makes sense that different locks correspond to different keys..."

"But why do 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 passwords, In order to obtain these codes, go to the library and look through a few 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 trying to figure it out. Damn puzzle."

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

"what?"

"No, it's nothing, have you figured it out?

Merkel looked at Schiller with a very resentful look and said:

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

"Don't be sad, I just recently updated the puzzle library in the room on the second floor because someone recently sent me a pretty good hardcover set of Sherlock Holmes.

"If you open the door in order from south to north, then you should at least read the first two episodes. I think that's the most amazing part, how about you?"

"Is this the second question?

"Please, don't be so boring, this is just an ordinary chat." Schiller waved the pen in his hand, looked down at his medical record and said:

"You're always at every critical juncture, trying to use a strong attitude to gain the initiative, which may be because you're in a vulnerable position and feel insecure right now."

"Look, every behavior and expression of yours will reveal a lot of information. You can't deal with me just by showing a cold face."

Merkel's eyes kept staring at 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, or even somewhat fearful. During the time he worked at Schiller Manor, he and Schiller got along day and night, so he knew exactly what he was. kind of person.

Merkel has not studied psychology, so he does not know the terminology of certain diseases. He can only feel that Schiller is a bit neurotic, with many stubborn and rigid habits, and his temper is also a little bit incomprehensible.

He would put a lot of energy and time into something weird and useless, like putting a different lock on each door, and then arranging hundreds of puzzles to protect the keys, or spending a lot of money Time to wipe down the quirky collectibles like umbrellas, globes, telescopes, glasses, and more.

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

I feel very resistant to breaking the routine of work and rest, but often go out in the middle of the night.

When he speaks, he always hits the nail on the head, he basically doesn't consider the feelings of the listener, and he makes a big fuss about some very common communication, deliberately letting people know that he has seen through the essence of his heart.

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

And now the 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. From what he knew, his mysterious employer would not have the patience to listen to the interrogations of his agents. Common vocabulary.

Merkel also does not know how long she can persist in this kind of communication.

Originally, his expectation was that, no matter whether he could leave here alive or not, as long as he didn't reveal the secret in his heart, it would be a success. He didn't expect that he would still have room for bargaining.

There is absolutely no logical basis for Schiller's change, so Merkel only thinks that it may be that Schiller is in a good mood now, so he also relaxes a little, and wants to take advantage of this time to give himself more chances to survive, Better get a little more information.

"Well, it looks like you don't have much interest in chatting right now, so you can ask your first question."

Merkel swallowed. He gradually relaxed his body and focused on his thinking. He looked into Schiller's eyes and asked:

"How on earth did you do it?"