What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Twenty-Five)
Different world, fictional background!
The characters and worldview are privately designed and have nothing to do with real history.
System Document
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
What exactly does this image mean? It's the same placement, the same paper material, and it must have been sent to you by Philippe Albert. But this time, the secrecy has been significantly increased. What happened?
I’m so hungry, I’ll think about it after I finish eating.
You sit at the dining table, eating a sandwich and briefly flipping through the Paris Morning Post, which has the announcement of the execution on the front page.
This is not the first time you have seen this kind of announcement, but the names listed this time are really too long, with 13 people in total, most of whom are students in their prime.
It seems that the agreement that the headquarters forced the students to sign has come in handy...
After Emma finished her meal, you took her for a walk in the back garden and then returned to the nursery. She played by herself while you sat on the carpet, watching her and thinking about the message conveyed by the note.
You think about it over and over, but can't figure out what the rope and the snail mean. You look at the picture carefully and notice that the lines on the left and right ropes are different from the rest of the rope.
It looks like two numbers, "22"? Does this refer to the date, or the time? The meeting time you've been scheduled for is always 4 o'clock, and those two 2s add up to exactly 4...
It can't be, 4pm on the 22nd, right? Ina, this shouldn't be an over-interpretation, right? Let's just assume that for now. So where is the location? What is a snail?
Emma was very brave. She held onto the edge of the bed, kicked her legs out step by step, stumbled towards you, and babbled, "Dad."
"Emma, your father won't be back for a few days."
You tried to explain to Emma, but she just tilted her head and looked at you, still insisting on calling her daddy. You had no choice but to pick her up and take her to Fiennes' study.
"Dad's not home, Emma. Mom didn't lie to you."
Emma finally believed you and started patting your face with her little hands again, pressing her warm little face against yours in a rather flattering manner, "Aiya, Mommy——"
You feel more and more that this child has been mischievous since she was young. It is said that a child's character can be seen from childhood. I don't know whether Emma's character will be good or bad in the future.
As you were about to leave with Emma in your arms, you caught a glimpse of the Paris district map hanging on the study wall and stopped.
If Berlin's blocks are like a crisscrossing chessboard, then Paris's streets are winding like ribbons due to the existence of the Seine River. The two are completely different.
The Left Bank of the Seine has six districts, and the Right Bank has fourteen. The four districts in the center of the Right Bank form a closed loop, and then four more districts surround it. The square continues to expand outward, eventually forming a spiral. It's like...
It's like a snail lying across the middle of the Seine, dividing the heart of Paris into two banks!
Oh my goodness! The rope represents the Seine River, and the snail represents Paris.
You quickly held Emma in one hand and used your other hand to pull the slip of paper from your pocket, repeatedly comparing it to the area chart. The little one had gained a lot of weight recently, and you were having a hard time, so she clung to your neck.
You notice that the pattern on the note highlights the eighth, ninth, tenth and eleventh areas, and a small cross symbol is drawn on the ninth area.
The cross symbol is the landmark of the Paris Opera House.
So, you guess that the meaning of this note should be, 4 pm on the 22nd, Paris Opera House.
You were overjoyed and started playing with Emma by gently touching your forehead against hers, saying, "Emma, you are such a blessing to me! I don't know what I would do without you."
"Puff puff..." Emma opened her blue eyes and started calling Dad again, as if to say that the credit was not hers, but you automatically ignored this meaning.
…
The next day, you planned to keep the appointment and refused the guard's request to accompany you. You asked your driver Modi to take you to the Peace Cafe on Kapusin Avenue and told him to pick you up in two hours.
You entered the Café de la Paix and watched from the window as the Mercedes-Benz gradually drove out of sight, then walked out again, across the square, and towards the Paris Opera House across the street.
You walk in the Opera Square, where there are very few pedestrians. Occasionally a car passes by, and behind you, the gaze of history follows closely.
Arriving at the designated location at the agreed time, you see Albert wearing a long black trench coat, a dark gray scarf around his neck, standing at the street intersection with a gentle smile on his face and holding a red rose bud.
You naturally trot up to him, hug him, kiss him, shyly take the rose, put your arm around his, walk close to him, and talk intimately, like a superb actress, playing the role of a confidant who meets her lover.
"We thought you wouldn't come," he said, lowering his voice.
You wondered why you wouldn't come. Were they worried that you wouldn't be able to understand the note? "Why not? The organization has a mission. I'll come no matter what."
Albert took you to a building after many twists and turns. You went up to the third floor, and after regular knocks on the door, Sally opened the door from the inside.
When we met again, there was no joy of the previous reunion, but instead there was an indescribable meaning.
As soon as you came in, the five or six people who were originally sitting in the room all stood up and looked at you. Their eyes were not filled with joy at seeing a comrade, but with vigilance as if they were an enemy.
Just like the way Ravik and Jenny looked at you when Joseph brought you to the base.
"S...Sally, you're all okay, that's great. I was so worried about everyone..." You noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, your voice became lower, and you swallowed the second half of your reminiscing.
"Ina, come with me."
Sally pulled you into a bedroom. She didn't say anything and just looked at you indifferently.
You wore high-waisted pants with a turtleneck sweater that was not a new style but still looked well-made, and of course, a windbreaker on the outside.
Her blonde hair fell softly behind her, she wore no makeup, but her face had a natural glow. When she looked at others, her eyelashes were still long and straight, as if they were coated with mascara, like a real Parisian girl.
On the other hand, the Sally in front of you no longer has the glamorous look you saw at the Castle of Senever. Her short hair that was once ear-length has now grown to her shoulders. She is wearing an ill-fitting dark tweed jacket, which makes her face look even paler and she looks malnourished.
You suddenly feel very embarrassed. Dressing shabbily should be the norm, but now you have become an outsider.
You were about to speak when you heard Sally say, "Ina, someone leaked the address of the Pasteur base. The organization suffered heavy casualties, and Elliot was killed."
Etelius was murdered...
Albert said Na was sacrificed before, so it seems that Na is Elliot's code name...
You bit your lip slightly and analyzed it in your mind. After confirming the accuracy of your thoughts, you turned your attention back to Sally, only to find that her gaze had changed its meaning - scrutiny.
You were shocked. Could it be that she suspected you were the informer?
No, wait, Ina, calm down. If they really suspected it was you, they wouldn't have brought you to this new base.
"Au, I feel heartbroken about Na's matter," you explained sincerely, using the organization's code name.
"It's not that I haven't been in contact with the organization during this period. It's just that, firstly, I don't know how to contact them, and secondly, I've been in solitary confinement and my movements are limited to the Earl's Mansion. There's no way I can get any intelligence. I'm very sorry."
Sally didn't say much about this matter, and asked directly: "Zn, please recite the oath you took when you joined the organization."
Oh my God, you really want to cry for help. You are blind, blind! How could you know the oath Yvette made at that time...
System, what is the oath...
【Zizizi... (electrical sound)】
"I don't understand what you mean, Au, are you doubting me? I have never betrayed the organization, I have never betrayed my comrades," you asked back righteously and firmly, but in fact you felt very guilty inside.
Although Sally didn't ask about the oath, she didn't tell you any substantive information afterwards. This meeting seemed to be arranged specifically for this conversation, just to get an answer from you.
After you left Opera Street, the base resumed its state of arguing. Sally put her hands on the table, leaned forward, and the people around her gathered around.
"I reiterate that no one is allowed to act privately again. The casualties of other organizations serve as a warning. Continuing with the previous failed strategy will only result in even greater retaliation. I have decided not to inform Zn of any subsequent actions."
Sally raised her glass, using tea instead of wine, "For justice, for resistance!"
"For justice, for resistance!"
Everyone raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank them all in one gulp, just like finishing a liquor, with their hearts full of passion, ready to be poured out.
…
March passed in the blink of an eye, and Feinz still hadn't returned. You were worried for a while. If you hadn't asked the system about his current safety status, you would have thought something had happened to him on the way.
Emma is sleeping in the baby room, and you are kneeling on the carpet to put away her toys. She has grown a little bit, and it is time to change her toys to some educational ones. You are worried because the shortage of supplies has caused too much inconvenience in all aspects.
You packed up and left, closing the door gently. Just as you returned to the bedroom to take a nap, you met Feints who had hurried back. Before you could call him, he suddenly hugged you and pushed you against the wall for a kiss.
The deep French kiss with lips and tongues intertwined, accompanied by hot breath, will make you tremble all over.
After a while, you were both out of breath, and you buried your head in his chest, gasping for breath like a dying person. He seemed to be suppressing something, lifting your head, then lowering your heads to touch yours, your eyes meeting.
"Yina, I'm sorry I'm back late. Did you take your medicine properly? Does your head still hurt?"
You nodded, then shook your head.
He continued, "Is Emma asleep? Our Emma is so obedient. She knows how to give time to mom and dad."
Your cheeks are stained with a blush.
What? All talk and no action. He said he'd be gone for a few days, but ended up being gone for nearly half a month. And when he came back, he didn't do anything serious...
"Brother, why, why did you come back so late..."
When he saw the rippling in your eyes, he knew that you were complaining in your heart again, so he bent down again, slightly increasing the pressure on your forehead, pursed his lips, and started to explain to you. There was even a hint of grievance in his voice.
"My brother wanted to come back soon, but he was left behind to catch frogs for a few days."
"Wha...what?" Catching frogs? Did you hear that right?
Oh, wait, is he… is he trying to be a spoiled brat to you… why do you suddenly feel so creepy…
"Yeah, catching frogs. Do you think your brother is miserable?"
It was truly speechless and somewhat amusing, his unfortunate nature making him seem like a successful example. You couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Yina, you still dare to laugh?" He tightened his grip around your waist, and your body instantly hung in the air, carried to the bed by him. You pushed him, asking him to take a shower, and he rubbed against you like a big dog, then obediently went.
…
You asked Mandy to take care of Emma, then changed your clothes and prepared to go to the music festival.
A beige skirt was altered by the tailor shop owner to fit your waist perfectly, and a black leather belt tied in the middle further highlights your slender waist.
You didn't bring the new Cartier necklace that Feinz gave you. It had four layers of diamonds on it, which was really too exaggerated. Instead, you brought the rose necklace, his first birthday gift to you.
He was waiting for you downstairs after returning from the headquarters, holding a small bouquet of lily of the valley. When he saw you coming down, he walked over and pinned the lily of the valley to your skirt, the stems of the flowers pressed against your chest, bringing a slight coolness.
"Lily of the Valley?"
He hooked his hand around the necklace on your neck, "Well, it's not as pretty as the roses."
You tilted your head and glanced at him, bewildered. If roses weren't as pretty, why would he give you lilies of the valley? He was acting up again...
After leaving the mansion, you saw Yuri, whom you hadn't seen for a long time. You were very happy to see that he was in good spirits. After getting in the car, you talked to him for a few words and asked about the reason for his hospitalization, but Yuri didn't say much.
The Mercedes-Benz drove into the Place de l'Opéra and stopped at the Paris Opera, located between two corner buildings.
Outside the theater, the black dome was covered with stars, just like the sparkling fairy dust on the wings of elves in fairy tales.
Inside the theater, the dark curtains were drawn, letting in the bright lights. The crystal chandeliers overhead illuminated the marble floor so brightly that it looked as if it were coated with a thin layer of wax.
You didn't go to the box immediately. According to social etiquette, Fiennes introduced you to some people. The Duke of La Rochelle came with the Duchess and their two children to greet you.
The Duke of La Rochelle wore a suit and a bowler hat, was portly and paunchy, and spoke in a smooth and flattering manner. The Duchess wore typical French clothing, her hair styled in a vintage Western wave, and a waist-cinching dress.
"Achille, Madeline, come and say hello to the commander and his wife."
"Hello, kids." The two children were a little reserved, so you took the initiative to bend down and get close to them.
You see Madeleine and Achille also have a small lily of the valley pinned to their chests. Eh? Does this lily of the valley have any meaning?
Madeline shrank behind Ashier, revealing her little head. Like her brother, she said to you, "Hello, Madam. Hello, sir."
As soon as you arrived at the box, you collapsed on a gorgeous Baroque-style double black leather sofa. You were so tired from socializing that you could hardly keep your eyes open.
With the war situation on the front lines so tense, how on earth are these people in the mood to attend a music festival?
"Yina, are you tired already? You're so delicate."
Feintz took off his coat, folded it in half and draped it over the back of the chair, then drew the crimson velvet curtain in front of the box. The light suddenly dimmed, creating a gloomy, dark hue.
What is he doing? How can he watch the show with the curtains drawn?
"elder brother?"
"I'm tired of Wagner's operas. Besides, the Bamberg Philharmonic Orchestra can't match its quality. There's nothing good to see. Ina, why don't we do something else?"
He walked over and sat next to you, deliberately leaning forward to whisper in your ear. Seeing your silly expression, he couldn't help but hold your face and kiss your red lips affectionately.
Please, please, he's tired of seeing it, but you haven't seen it yet!
Before you could get angry, he laid you down again and let you rest your head on his legs. "Yina, I was just teasing you. Go get some sleep. Aren't you tired?"
?
This is so shocking. After he started acting like a spoiled child with you, now he's even learned to joke with you... It's really weird...
You climbed up from him, holding his head with both hands and looking left and right.
His eyes were still so beautiful, like the sea, like the starry sky, like the blue distance described by the romantic poet Novalis, and like the cornflowers blooming all over the mountains in Berlin in April.
"Finz von Kármán!"
"Hmm," he raised his eyebrows, leaning back on the sofa, waiting for your next words, wanting to see what his Ina was going to do next.
"When is Emma's birthday?"
"April 16."
"What was that dessert we had for Christmas two years ago!"
"Germanic alphabet cookies."
"Wedding anniversary!"
"January 7th."
“My favorite flower!”
"Ina," Feinz was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, feeling quite helpless. This question was too simple.
You were surprised and looked at him in confusion. No way, he couldn't even answer this question?
"Roses, roses, my baby Ina loves roses the most."
He took away your hand that was holding his face, held it in his hand, and looked into your eyes that were as clear and innocent as the morning light. His heart suddenly became agitated, and he kissed your lips again. Then he forced himself to restrain the urge to continue kissing you, pressed you into his arms, and didn't dare to look at you again.
"Ina, have you asked enough questions? Your little head has started to wander again. When will you change this bad habit?"
"I'm not imagining anything."
How can this be called random thinking! You, the time traveler, are clearly here. You're really afraid that he'll be possessed by some psychopathic system when he returns. However, he should still be himself.
【Zizizi... (electrical sound)】
The system said it was offended.
Soon, a group of people came onto the stage, some men dressed as women. Some wore sleeveless short tops with black long skirts with emerald green stripes, some wore puff-sleeved cardigans, and some wore red petticoats with patterned mesh skirts.
A silent pantomime was being performed on the stage, but the audience burst into laughter, as if through the funny performance they saw the country far to the east making a fool of itself in front of them.
You pulled the curtain outwards, stood in front of the railing and rubbed your eyes, afraid that you had seen it wrong.
Is this... is this a Wagner opera?
You turned to look at Feints. He nonchalantly lit a cigarette and puffed slowly, leaning back on the sofa, his expression lazy yet stern. "This is the appetizer."
You don't understand.
He casually shook the ash into the ashtray beside him, and the grayish-white ash bloomed and fell on the crystal surface. "Yina, this is politics. You need to learn to adapt."
Oh my god, this is ridiculous... It's really ridiculous! They are still talking about so-called politics!
This child is incorrigible! This child is incorrigible! You are really going to be pissed off!
"Brother! My stomach hurts, I need to go to the bathroom! Don't come to me!"
"Be careful on the road," Feintz raised his hand and pressed his forehead. He was getting bolder and bolder. Now he would start to throw a tantrum when things didn't go his way.
He shouted at your departing back, "Yina, this mime won't last more than twenty minutes. The opera is about to begin."
"knew!"
…
You washed your hands in the bathroom and were about to leave when someone suddenly covered your mouth from behind and pressed your back against a broad chest. At the same time, a dagger was pressed against your throat.
"Quiet," a poorly spoken word.
You nodded, promising not to make a sound.
Because time was too precious, the person behind you seemed to have no time to maintain a stalemate. The hand covering your mouth slowly loosened, and you turned around and saw his face clearly.
His clean and sharp facial lines were like a sculpture. There was a shallow bluish-white scar on his right cheek, but it was harmless and instead added to his handsomeness. His blue eyes flashed with a cold light like a glacier. His blond hair, the color of fresh butter, was a little messy, like a bunch of weeds, but it unexpectedly revealed an inappropriate casualness.
His attire was strange. The temperature had clearly warmed up considerably today, but he was still wearing a leather jacket.
Perhaps...British?
"Hello?"
You tentatively said hello in English, and you saw the man in front of you twitch his lips and the vein on his forehead twitched suddenly.
Is his pronunciation really that bad?
His reaction was all caught in your eyes, your heart began to beat rapidly, and you quickly peeked out of the bathroom to observe.
Why is there an Englishman here? Is he crazy? He actually came to the gathering place. Is he planning to fight a hundred people alone and kill them all?
Maxwell thought you were going to run away and call for help, so he quickly pulled you back, covering your mouth with one hand and pressing the dagger to your throat again with the other, "Miss, you need to cooperate."
Cooperate, cooperate.
"French?" Maxwell was a little unsure about your nationality because you spoke English. Nationality was very important to him; he needed it to judge your position.
"French." To avoid unnecessary explanations and wasting time, you replied firmly in English and said a few words in French to show your loyalty.
"Miss, I'm from the Royal Air Force. I was on a mission when the port engine of my plane exploded and I was forced to parachute out. I need your help now."
Help, RAF!
Oh my god, you definitely have to help him, but he's a foreigner and there's no way he knows the way. You need to give him a ride...
How many minutes did Feints say the mime show had left? Ah, twenty minutes... Twenty minutes should be enough to get him to the organization's base...
"I'm Lawrence Maxwell, Colonel of the Royal Air Force, Miss. It's an honor to meet you."
He lets go of his guard and formally introduces himself to you, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. You quickly pull back, "Brother, please, it's not too late to do these things after we escape!"
Time is limited, so you let Maxwell hide in the bathroom first, while you go backstage at the theater to find a piece of clothing that doesn't look so strange, and hide his leather jacket in the wooden box.
After he changed his clothes and tidied his messy hair, you took his arm and walked out of the theater through the back door in broad daylight.
System, how long will it take for the pantomime to end!
[Host, nine minutes left.]
The streets of Paris were as quiet as ever, the starlight was obscured by thick fog, and occasionally a ray of light flashed through the clouds, tearing through the fog of time. Only two people could be seen wandering in the thick night.
You pray in your heart that you won't run into patrolling soldiers, think about what to say if you do, and estimate the time, and unconsciously hold on to his arm tightly.
“Fortuna, don’t be afraid.” Maxwell’s hand covered yours.
Huh? What Fortuna? Your name is Ina! Seriously, how can this Englishman just make up a name for you? You really don't have time for that.
"Max... um... what's that? Um, well, on the third floor of the building in front, knock on the door like this. There's someone from the British and French organizations inside. Just tell them that Zn sent you there. I'm running out of time. I have to go back immediately. Be careful!"
You dropped him off at an intersection not far from the base, and after giving him your instructions, you hurried back to Opera Street. The lily of the valley pinned on your dress fell off and was crushed to pieces by the patrolling soldiers who followed.
system!
[Host, there is one minute left until the pantomime ends.]
Great, the timing was perfect, you're back.
Except for the bright lights on the stage, the entire opera house hall was dim. As you walked through the middle corridor and prepared to return to the box upstairs, you saw a familiar figure.
He stopped walking when he saw you and stood there. You knew you were in the wrong and just started to jog over when suddenly, there was a loud explosion from the stage, shaking the hall of the opera house. Then the explosions continued one after another, and the heat waves in the enclosed space instantly gathered into a continuous roar.
In a split second, Feinz turned around and grabbed you under his body. You could hear screams in your ears, see blazing flames in front of you, and the person on your body seemed to be bleeding.
You suddenly become unable to move, and all the life and death experiences, big and small, that you have experienced since traveling through time over the past three years seem to have completely materialized.
They are holding a sharp can opener to open a rusty iron can. Every time the handle is turned, the can is pried open a little bit. Every time it is pried open a little bit, the juice of memories inside seeps out, turns into tears, and slides down.
He half-stretched himself up and frantically touched your head and body to check if you were injured. His lips kept moving, but you couldn't hear what he was saying.
Yuri and the others pushed through the crowd and found you. He lifted you up and carried you away from the chaotic place, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
"Brother, you are bleeding."
You nestled in his arms, your gaze unfocused, reaching out to touch his jaw. The system's long-lost notification chime rang out, but this time, you didn't feel the joy of completing a task.
[Ding Dong——]
[Congratulations to the host, unlocking the hidden quest line, Falling Hurricane]
The edited version of the main text costs 7.5k, and the hidden ending of the gift can be unlocked to unlock the full version for 13,000~
No gift record
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
