The days when real wine kidnapped the model worker in the winery

Shasla led Kuisawa Zhen and Qiu Tingye into the old man's ward.

The layout of the ward is very fresh and pleasant. The nursing home is different from the hospital. The ward of the hospital is dead white, which usually reminds people of something that is easy to feel depressed.

Montreux is originally a holy place for recuperation, and the unique scenery characteristics of Montreux were also followed when arranging the wards.The fresh and pleasant environment will make people feel happy, and the natural scenery will make people relax.

This nursing home in the suburbs has perfect privacy. Each patient has a small yard of his own. Some flowers are planted outside. Green vines are wrapped around the fence of the flowers. The medical staff will wear ordinary clothes to decorate the flowers .

It seemed very ordinary.

The ceiling in the ward is carved with elegant patterns, lifelike flowers are clustered together, or one or two sporadic ones are hidden in the green leaves, and the crystal chandelier in the center also has unique delicate patterns.

The walls are not painted white, but are pasted with pleasant and relaxing wallpapers. The windows are wide open, and the sunlight pours in after the wind and rain, illuminating the whole room, and making the place feel more like the sun.

The decorations in the room are all full of vitality and greenness. The green plants on the balcony stretch freely under the sun. There is still a little dew after the rain on the plants, which are crystal clear and slip off the green leaves accidentally. Come down, fall into the dirt.

It's like a well-furnished cabin, not a ward.

The old man was lying peacefully on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was covered with wrinkles, but his face was calm and serene, under the sunlight hanging in from outside the window, it seemed as if he was about to fly to heaven in the next second.

Qiu Tingye's face darkened slightly, his time was running out.

As if noticing that someone had come in, the old man opened his eyes. Under the ravages of time, his eyes were weathered.

When Qiu Tingye asked people to investigate him, he also investigated his past experience by the way. His past is really not good.

His bad luck is like Conan's halo of death, but he chooses to be a lonely person, without any relatives and friends, alone in this world.

However, when he was dying and dying, there was a kind light in his eyes, as if he had forgotten the misfortune of the past, and regarded the past as a challenge given by God, but he failed to complete the challenge of God.

The old man's eyes watched them.

"You are here." The old man said without any surprise.

"Well, do you want to tell us something?" Qiu Tingye asked softly, and pulled Heisawa to sit down in the chair in the ward.

His face was very calm, and some endings were already predestined.

Humans can never resist death, and neither can he.

In today's era, everything has its end, and there is no eternal existence.

The old man lying on the hospital bed slightly, his eyes fixed on the whitewashed and carved ceiling and the crystal chandelier shining brightly in the sunlight.

"I wanted to end that secret with me, and end the curse with my generation."

While the audience listened quietly, the old man told about the long past:

"My ancestor did a wrong thing. He stole the notes of Doctor Paracelsus, betrayed his once staunch ally, and even tried to report on his former companion."

"Perhaps it was the curse of the dead Doctor Paracelsus. My ancestor returned home excitedly, told his wife and children about it, and wanted to take them away from this place."

"Although his wife and children did not agree with such an approach, they agreed at the insistence of the husband. The ancestor accidentally fell into the railway tracks and was run over by the train when he was leaving Switzerland by train."

"After grief, the wife and children chose to go home and took the notebook with them, hoping to wait for those people to come back and take the notebook away."

"But they never came back."

"The child grew up and got married and had children. One day, out of curiosity, he opened the diary."

"Perhaps that diary is also a Pandora's box. When the child tried to restore some experiments in the diary, the nightmare began from this moment."

"There was an explosion in the laboratory, and he was killed. The originally happy family was torn apart, and his whole life was displaced. Unfortunately, all the tragedies and bad luck gathered on the descendants of the ancestors."

"Every generation since then has lived a life of tragedy. If someone opened that notebook, they would die suddenly after they have a new generation."

"We started to fear that notebook, and even wanted to throw it away, but there would always be various reasons for that notebook to come back to us, like a ghost story."

The old man laughed at himself and smiled in relief. Thinking about it, he also tried to throw away the notebook, but it didn't work either.

"We also tried to leave Switzerland immediately after throwing away the notes, but the people who left also died in inexplicable accidents."

"The diary was passed on to me, and I decided to end this cursed nightmare in my generation and not let the tragedy continue."

"Maybe the doctor also thinks that this punishment is enough. My life is still unfortunate, but I am much better than my grandparents."

"I'm much happier than them."

Qiu Tingye actually admired him quite a bit, not everyone has such awareness.

"The notebook is under the fireplace in my old house in Lucerne."

The old man turned his head slightly and watched the two of them.

"I'm real, I'm much happier." The old man looked out of the window. From his position, he could see the most beautiful scenery outside the window.

A rainbow was reflected on the hill not far away, empty and illusory, yet extremely beautiful, the hill was dark green, and white birds were flying freely.

"The rainbow after the wind and rain is the most beautiful." The old man smiled lightly, propped his thin hands under his body, and seemed to want to sit up, but after trying a little, he gave up in relief.

His eyes began to become cloudy, and his body was as rotten as a dead tree, like a candle before the wind, flickering weakly.

"I haven't read that notebook, and I don't know what great secrets are hidden in it, but you may want to know the secrets hidden in that notebook."

The old man looked at Qiu Tingye expectantly, his eyes glowed with hope:

"I hope that such a curse will not continue."

Afterwards, his eyes dimmed again, and life was withdrawn from his body bit by bit.

"But, there's nothing I can do..."

The last light of life goes out.

He died, and death was his long-awaited long-cherished wish, with the wish to end everything.

There are golden dust floating in the sun, his soul left, and with the wind, maybe he will fly to heaven.

Qiu Tingye pulled up the quilt and covered his face as a sacrifice.

He is very similar to a human king in Qiu Tingye's memory, they have the same temperament.

The king said to him:

"They are my people, I cannot abandon them, even if I lose everything, I am willing."

"My mission is to protect them. Even if I violate the demeanor that a king should have and do something like a villain, I will die in battle."

Although not long after, the king died in battle, with his due glory, his country, and his people, returning to dust.

After the passage of time, no one can remember him, his country, everything he has done, let alone the people he gave everything for.

But Qiu Tingye still remembered him, the injury on his finger was caused by this king, even though it was just an ordinary king.

He admires the awareness of this type of people, because he will never be able to do so.

The two walked out of the ward, and Shasla was waiting outside.

Qiu Tingye asked: "Have you found out the identities of those people?"

Shasla nodded: "Those people are more cautious in their actions, but because this has always been their stronghold, sometimes some animal names appear."

Qiu Tingye smiled lightly: "You're lucky."

Although Shasla was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions.

"Give me all the information you have investigated later."

"Yes."

Shasla left temporarily, and Kurosawa pondered: "There should be a heavyweight hidden here."

He could feel that some armed guards near this sanatorium were also well defended.

If it weren't for the normal business of this nursing home, it would be a little troublesome for them to come in.

If you attack...

"It's better to leave the good show behind. I have a good idea to let them deliver it to their door."

Kurosawa: "..." Is this for fun?

Although a bit helpless, but if you want to play, it is not impossible.

"Even if you want to play, you have to get that notebook first, I don't know what it is, it sounds weird." Kurosawa said helplessly.

Qiu Tingye bent his eyes and pecked his lips, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, there will be no problem."

Kurosawa Zhen: "..."

He sighed slightly, kissed back again, and retracted his observing gaze from a distance.

Shasla passed all the collected information to Qiu Tingye, and she basically figured out the defenses of those people.

After reading the information, Qiu Tingye sent her an email:

[Take care of the funeral and then evacuate. — Glenfiddich]

Finally, under the obvious prying eyes, the two left here calmly.

The observers in the dark did not find anything unusual, and after reporting to the other end of the headset, they continued to guard their posts.

Light rain began to fall on the road in Montreux again, and the sun was blocked by dark clouds after it hadn't been clear for a long time.

The ever-changing weather made them a little helpless. Under normal circumstances, Qiu Tingye doesn't like to be exposed to rain, and he doesn't want to encounter any rain.

Walking along the street with rain eaves for a while, the rain did not get smaller, but started to get heavier.

So when passing by a gazebo, two people walked in.

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