Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Even in the dark, the Count of Monte Cristo followed exactly the path that the governess had brought him in earlier, and brought Andrea to the garden of the Tanglars' house.

"You have really good eyesight."

Andrea, who seemed to be walking on a picnic road, spoke with a smile behind the count.

"I was in a dark cell for a while when I was doing hard labor in Toulon. When I first came out of the dark cell, I also had a pair of good eyes that could see everything in the dark. Now I can't do it, it's absolutely inferior you……"

The earl kept walking in front of him, saying nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

Pushing open a door, the count took Andrea to the garden of the Tanglar mansion.

The Tanglar mansion just sits on a corner, the garden borders the street on both sides, and is separated from the street by a beautifully decorated wrought-iron fence.

Only here is away from the main entrance of the mansion.

Andrea looked left and right cleverly, and saw that there were no gendarmes here.

"Thank you, Count."

"I didn't mean to offend you in front of Eugenie just now, I really just had a little suspicion."

"However, since you say you don't believe in the judiciary and the police, I will believe you too!"

Under the reflection of the lights of the mansion behind him, the count of Monte Cristo turned a little blue. He probably never expected that the young man in front of him had such a cheerful, cheerful, and credulous character.

Andrea bid farewell to the count: "The first time you introduced me to the Parisian social circle, you introduced a guy like me. Someone will definitely laugh at your vision in the future."

"I can't help you with this, you have to figure out a way to get this matter over with in the future!"

"See you, see you later, I'm not Andrea, I'll be—idealist, Benedetto."

The young man took off his groom's coat and the conspicuous pair of snow-white gloves. He stretched out his hands and crumpled his shirt a little. He grabbed the iron fence by the garden and climbed up like an agile ape.

The Count of Monte Cristo looked around and saw a gendarme a few steps away, with his back turned to Andrea.

As long as the count yelled at this moment, the gendarme turned around and saw Andrea slipping out.

But for some reason, the count didn't say a word, watching Andrea in silence as he jumped out of the wall smoothly, and landed on the ground vigorously and soundlessly like a civet cat.

Andrea successfully pulled out of Tanglar's mansion. There were military police behind him, so he had to leave here quickly and quietly.

At the moment when he got up to leave, a person suddenly came in front of him.

When Andrea saw the man with the "red square" handkerchief tied on his head, he was overjoyed, and immediately went up to meet him, while gesturing to ask him not to speak, and not to say his name all at once.

It was Caderousse who met him.

When he saw Andrea, he looked happy, stepped up to meet him, and hugged the young man vigorously.

"Benedetto, I'm sorry!"

Caderousse whispered in his ear.

"Come on, come on, this is Benedetto!"

Caderousse, hugging Andrea, cried out loudly.

The gendarmes were immediately alarmed, and several people rushed over at the same time.

While struggling, Andrea yelled, "Friend, did you recognize the wrong person?"

The Count of Monte Cristo was now on the other side of the fence.Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, as if he was lamenting Andrea's innocence—at this moment, he was still thinking about protecting the person who had already betrayed him.

Andrea was hugged by Caderousse and immediately struggled.

But he suddenly felt that there was an extra sharp weapon in the opponent's hand, and it was sent towards his waist and abdomen.

In pain, Andrea struggled to resist, and suddenly twisted Caderousse's wrist - at this moment he finally realized that the other party not only wanted the gendarme to catch him, but also wanted his life.

The two wrestled, Caderousse, tall and thin, nearly half a head taller than Andrea, who was younger and stronger.

Suddenly Caderousse's movements froze, and he looked down at the extra handle between his chest and abdomen - it was clearly the dagger he brought, and it was now stuck in his chest.

Caderousse collapsed little by little in despair.

Andrea's hands were covered with blood, and he covered the shallow wound on his body with one hand, facing the sudden change in front of him in astonishment.

A gendarme who rushed up yelled, "Killer!"

Two other gendarmes rushed up and grabbed Andrea's arm.The latter did not realize until then that he was in the hands of the gendarme and that even his best efforts were useless, and he cried out:

"Doctor, doctor...is there a doctor here?"

The Count of Monte Cristo had rushed out of the Tanglar mansion at this time, and he reported himself to the blocking gendarme: "I know first aid, and I can be regarded as half a doctor."

After being let go, the count came to Caderousse and examined his wounds.

He took out a small olfactory bottle from his pocket, opened the cap, and put two drops on Caderousse's lips.

Caderousse seemed to be refreshed all of a sudden, and stared at the count with wide eyes.

"Doctor, save me!"

Caderousse looked at the hilt of the dagger on his breast, and was so frightened that he couldn't help crying and begging.

"Your wound is too deep, there is no way to save it."

"Do not……"

"Benedetto, he killed me, he...he will pay for it!"

The dying are not reconciled.

"Prosecutor, where is the prosecutor?"

"Prosecutor?"

The Count of Monte Cristo looked up with a cold face, just in time to see the sallow and cold face of the prosecutor right in front of him.

M. de Villefort bent down, looked at Caderousse, and asked without emotion: "To die?"

"The charge of 'homicide' will be added to the public prosecution."

He straightened up, ignored Caderousse again, and turned away.

"Oh, what happened?"

Caderousse suddenly had tears in his eyes.

"I killed Benedetto, little Benedetto killed me—"

The count, who at this moment had understood all the affairs between Caderousse and M. de Villefort, sneered, approached Caderousse's face, and said in a low voice:

"You're being clever—"

"You coveted the bounty and reported on your friends."

"But you are afraid that he will tell you about your past."

"So you brought the gendarmes here, so that you could kill the young man in front of them, pretending that he resisted your arrest."

"As a result, man is not as good as God. He gave you this knife in self-defense."

The count touched Caderousse's arms, took out a bloody invitation card, and asked, "What is this?"

"This……"

Caderousse had lost the strength to answer.

"Andrea knows that you crave respect, especially from Tanglar, who used to be as poor as you. So he invited you to his wedding ceremony."

"Cadrousse, Andrea never owed you anything."

"And you, Caderousse, look at yourself, what have you done?"

"Oh, oh, my God, you mean priest..."

Caderousse blurted out,

"No, no, I was mistaken...you are not a priest...you are...the Count of Monte Cristo."

"Yes, I am the Count of Monte Cristo."

The brilliant lights of the Tangral mansion, shining from behind the count's short hair, fell on Caderousse's face.

"No, you are not the Count of Monte Cristo... You seem to be someone from the back of my memory—someone who is no longer in this world..."

"Think about it, think about it deep in your memory..."

The count reminded Caderousse again.

Caderousse, on the other hand, suddenly opened his eyes wide, grabbed the count by the collar of his coat, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Bring him to Paris, throw him into this fancy world, Isn’t it precisely because you want to see young people unable to withstand temptation, willing to fall?”

The "he" in Caderousse's mouth is obviously Andrea, whom Caderousse was clamoring for just now to pay for his life.

"You and I are the same person, the same, with... good intentions!"

These were the last words Caderousse left.

The effect of the potion is over.The dying man loosened his hands suddenly, and immediately fell to the side of the road on Mont Blanc Street, with the back of his head on the ground, stirring up a little dust.

Even if the count wanted to refute, facing a dead person, he didn't need to refute.

The count knelt before Caderousse, still speaking softly.

"You are wrong, that young man... has withstood the temptation and did not fall willingly..."

"It's you, Caderousse..."

"You never know what kind of gift God has given you."

He stood up and turned around just in time to see Miss Tanglar standing on the balcony, looking at all this awe-inspiringly.

He turned his head again and saw the chaotic scene outside the Tanglar mansion:

Prosecutor de Villefort is confronting the arrested Andrea;

The captain of the gendarmerie shouted loudly, "The prisoner is captured, and the team is closed!"

The military police and the police all expressed their feelings: "From tomorrow on, do you no longer have to go out to work?"

At this time, the prosecutor Villefort turned his head and said coldly: "When there is no more crime in the world, we will not be needed."

At the end of this terrible night, the Count of Monte Cristo couldn't help but feel like laughing: —When there is no more crime in the world?

Prosecutors are so reckless, I am afraid it is because they know that crime can never be eradicated.Some evils are always hidden in places where the sun cannot be seen.

"Outside the number, outside the number!"

"The Bank of Tanglars is out of business!"

"Baron Danglars ran off with the ballerina!"

"Miss Tanglars auctioned off her debts at the mansion in the Rue Mont Blanc!"

Roland almost laughed when he heard the children on the streets of Paris shouting loudly to solicit business.

She hoped that the children would not yell out words like "twenty-one and twenty francs all"-after all, the Danglars still had a lot of valuables.

Yes, Baron Danglars "run away".

Just after his "good son-in-law" was confirmed to be a fugitive hard labor convict, the news that his asset situation had deteriorated was leaked immediately.Several banks refused to pay the notes issued by Tanglar Bank at the same time, and depositors came to ask for withdrawals.

So, Baron Tanglar took the ballerina with him... No, Tanglar ran alone. How could he be willing to bring an extra person and an extra expense for such a shrewd person?

"Ballerina" does exist, but it is only borrowed by Roland now to create a poor image of the remaining two women in the Tanglar family.

After Tanglar "ran away", Miss Tanglar declared that she would bear all the external debts of the bank.

This news immediately appeased the poor depositors, and people were no longer impatient, and patiently waited for Miss Tanglar to "auction" to repay the debt-after all, everyone said that this lady had a dowry of at least 50 francs.

People generally have a certain respect for Miss Tanglar: it is definitely not an ordinary person who is willing to pay his father with a dowry.

There are quite a lot of works of art in the Tanglar mansion. Although Baron Tanglar's eyesight is poor, more than half of the ones he bought were fakes, but there were still one or two pieces of "pearls" mixed with "fish eyes", which were sold well in the auction. price.

In addition to the jewelry Mrs. Tanglar bought for her daughter in the past few years, they can still be sold for about [-] francs.

Within a few days, the [-] francs were returned one after another.

A large sign was immediately hung on the Tanglar mansion, which said "for sale".

The creditors who had originally paid each round were already worried, and when they saw this sign, they relaxed one by one.

—Miss Tanglars even sold the big house where she lived to pay off her debts.

This is really an honest and trustworthy girl. Compared with her bastard father, she is so much better.

"Eugénie, don't be stubborn."

Madame Tanglars persuaded her daughter.

"You are a girl, and you have no obligation to bear your father's debt at all."

"Although your father's run away has ruined our reputations—we still have money."

"You will always marry in the future, and if you marry someone else, you will have another surname"

"And the social world is forgetful. Let alone a few years, even a few months, they no longer remember the surname Tanglar at all."

Roland was sitting in front of her writing desk at the moment, with a thick pile of accounts in front of her—in fact, Mrs. Tanglar only knew that her daughter had learned to play the piano and sing in the boarding school, but she didn't know that she also knew how to read the account books.

Hearing this, she raised her head and looked at Mrs. Tanglar with a smile:

"I only know that the spirit of the contract needs to be abided by. I just help my father return the money he received from the depositors to the depositors."

Madame Tanglars went on to complain about her daughter:

"Mr. Tanglar owes several millions, how can you pay it back?"

Roland seemed to have been prepared for this situation.

"If you can't pay it, just pay it back slowly. With my ability, I will be able to pay off all my debts one day—just like those businessmen who are loyal to their credit."

"Crazy, crazy, this girl is completely crazy!"

Madame Tanglars walked up and down with her head in her arms.She had changed into her traveling clothes, wore a veil, and had several suitcases at her feet, ready to leave the Tanglars.

The current Mrs. Tanglar seems to have written all over her body: "Don't be stupid, run away with your father!"

"Mother, do you have a large share of money from Mr. Debray?"

Madame Tanglar trembled all over, and turned to look at Roland.

"Eugénie...you, where did you know that?"

Roland smiled and replied, "From Mr. Debray."

"Debray . . . did he come to propose to you?"

Madame Tanglar asked in a sour tone.

Roland found it even more funny: "No, Mom, he came to invite me to be his mistress."

"He thinks I'm pretty, smart, sensible, but notorious as the daughter of a bankrupt banker. I'm a better mistress than a wife."

Madame Danglars blushed and turned pale, knowing that Debray could say that.

"He also told me how much I gave you. He thought it was enough to get rid of you."

Mrs. Tanglar said silently: That is indeed the case.

But according to her daughter's character, if she didn't leave a five-fingerprint on Debray's face, it means that she has experienced the tempering of life recently and her temper has improved a lot.

"It's all right, mother, Mr. Debray put a hot towel on his face before leaving."

Madame Tanglar: Put a hot towel on your face...

What?Did he just slap someone?

"Mom, if you want to leave, I won't stop you with a single word."

Roland smiled and looked at Mrs. Tanglar, who was already depressed.

"But I hope you, at least take the money in your hands and don't depend on any man for the rest of your life, okay?"

Madame Tanglars breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Eugenie would ask her to use the money to pay off the debt.

"Yes, Eugenie!"

Madame Danglars replied timidly, a little in disbelief herself, that she should agree to this.

But it was not too late, she had to leave quickly, lest Eugenie repent.

Debray distributed 150 million francs to her.The daughter is right, she at least has enough financial resources, so she can spend the rest of her life without any man.

So, who should she spend the rest of her life with?

Mrs. Tanglar, who sneaked out from the back door of the mansion and got into the cab, was thinking in a trance in the carriage.

Holding the account book, Roland couldn't help laughing as he watched Mrs. Tanglar leave in a hurry.

Madame Danglars looked as if she was afraid that her daughter would take her money.

But in fact, Tanglar Bank's arrears have almost been repaid, and they can be repaid as soon as the mansion is sold.