above the point of the knife

Chapter 4 Papa Anthony (please collect, please recommend tickets!)

A Chashik saber.

Put it on the knife rack.

Brass-covered handle, the blade is quite sharp, and there is a long blood groove on the blade, which almost cut Zhou Sen's finger, so he quickly put it back in fright.

This is Papa Anthony's favorite thing, he also has a complete collection of Cossack cavalry armor and harness!
Zhou Sen didn't like these things that Papa Anthony regarded as treasures, so Zhou Sen seldom came to the study room, except when he made a mistake and was taught a lesson.

Less since he became a cop as an adult.

Yuanben likes literature, drama, acting, and feels that he has a special talent for literature and art. If he can be allowed to explore the path of art, he will have the opportunity to become a generation of literary masters in the future.

It's a pity that his literary dream was roughly cut off by Father Anthony.

In my memory, I was forced to learn horse riding, wrestling, tracking, driving, taking pictures, psychology...

When he came into contact with these things, some strange things appeared in Zhou Sen's mind, which seemed to be related to Papa Anthony.

Ma De, if he continues to recall like this, Zhou Sen doubts whether he will have a split personality, and many of these are completely different from him.

On the desk was a photo of him and Papa Anthony, which was taken when he first entered the police academy. He was wearing a black police uniform and standing behind Papa Anthony who was sitting on a chair.

What he loves most is the beard on his upper lip, which is very beautifully trimmed, saying that a mature and reliable man cannot live without a beard.

Father Anthony is a studious person. There are many books in the study, not only in Russian, but also in Chinese, Japanese and English.

In Yuanshen's memory, he was sold by his parents when he was very young, and he stayed in an opera troupe before he was ten years old. His practice was very hard, he didn't have enough to eat, and being beaten was a common occurrence. Later, he saw the opportunity and escaped. Living on the street, he was picked up by Father Anthony.

It is said to be picked up, not to be rescued, otherwise, he would not starve to death, but also freeze to death on the street.

These things are already quite vague to Zhou Sen now, if he doesn't think about them deliberately, he can't even recall them.

He has to try his best to go through the past life of the original body in his mind, after all, it is related to his next survival.

His eyes were suddenly attracted by an oil painting on the wall directly opposite the desk.

It was a portrait of a character.

The person in the portrait looks like Papa Anthony, that's his father.

A hale and hearty old man is sitting on a Russian back chair, dressed in a Russian aristocratic dress, brightly colored, with piercing eyes, and looks very energetic, especially, on the ring finger of his left hand is an emerald the size of a pigeon egg ring.

It is said to be the only treasure handed down from the family.

Zhou Sen had only heard of it, but had never seen it. It must have been hidden by Father Anthony. Not to mention priceless, at least it was quite valuable, and it was easy to be missed by others.

It's just that the surface of the ring seems a little bright, and it's a little out of harmony with the color on the side...

Zhou Sen couldn't help being curious and reached out to touch it. With a little force, he felt that the surface of the ring was "sag" inward.

Only a "click" sound was heard.

This is an agency? !
Zhou Sen's heart beat wildly, which was not in his memory. Turning his head, the voice came from the bookcase behind the desk!
One of the middle partitions on one layer retreated to one side, revealing a hidden compartment.

In my impression, Father Anthony is a white Russian businessman with a little money. How could there be such an exquisite secret mechanism at home.

What kind of secret is this hiding?
With a trace of strong curiosity, Zhou Sen reached into the hidden compartment and touched something like a rectangular box.

Take it out and put it on the desk.

The box is not big, made of wood, I can't tell what kind of material it is, but it feels heavy and the texture is relatively hard.

The box is not locked, just a simple brass button.

Zhou Sen is in trouble, do you want to open it and have a look?Since Papa Anthony worked so hard to get such a secret cabinet to hide at home, it must be very important. Could it be the emerald ring on the oil painting hidden in it?

If true, it would make sense.

After thinking about it carefully, I still gave up. Although I am not considered a gentleman, I still disdain to do such immoral things as peeping at other people's secrets.

Putting the box away and hiding it back, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Father Anthony said that he went to Fengtian to discuss business. It has been almost three months since he left, but no news came back.

Although Fengtian is a little far away, it may be a bit troublesome to call back, but it's okay to send a telegram, right?

This has happened before, but rarely for this long.

It's not a bad thing if he doesn't come back, no one is in control, "Zhou Sen" has completely let himself go for these three months, otherwise, how could he have the opportunity to occupy the magpie's nest?
Forget it, let's go back to the room and sleep, tomorrow we have to deal with that Lin Dakuan, this is not an easy master to deal with.

Headache……

Iberia Hotel, located on Daoli Central Street, is a Baroque-style building with exquisite reliefs and a very luxurious appearance.

The guests coming in and out of the door are all dressed in high-end clothes and are very lively.

Zhou Sen got down from a carriage, helped his black mink velvet round hat, and exhaled whitely. It was too cold this day, so he had no choice but to wear more clothes, so he dared not go out.

It was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and there seemed to be not many people on the bustling Central Avenue in the past. Pedestrians walked with their heads down and hurried past.

I bought two packs of Shuangfu cigarettes from a cigarette dealer, and the half pack of cigarettes I dropped by Bai Yulan yesterday was gone.

Through the tall revolving door into the lobby of the hotel.

Sure enough, it is a high-end hotel, the decoration inside is very luxurious, the hall is spacious and bright, the carved pillars are like exquisite works of art, and the ground is smooth as a mirror, and people's shadows can be reflected when stepping on it. If this is placed in later generations, this The level of decoration is not bad.

"Sir, do you have a reservation?" The lobby manager stepped forward and asked.

"Special Affairs Division of the Police Department, Lin Dakuan." Zhou Sen gave a name.

The lobby manager suddenly showed a hint of surprise, and hurriedly said: "So it's Director Lin's guest, please follow me."

"Thank you." Zhou Sen nodded slightly and followed the manager up to the second floor.

"You are Master Zhou Sen, right? Director Lin called and told you to sit down for a while, and he will be there soon." The manager opened a private room, let Zhou Sen in, and said with a smile.

"Yes." Zhou Sen nodded, "Give me a glass of water."

"Okay, Master Zhou, please wait a moment." The manager said respectfully and withdrew.

He took off his hat, took off his coat and scarf, and hung them on the hangers. The stove in the private room was burning, and it was much warmer than outside.

Not long after, a waiter knocked on the door and came in, brought him a cup of hot water, said "take it easy" and went out.

He had just been promoted to a police lieutenant, and since then he got rid of the wind and rain patrolling the streets and had the opportunity to sit in the office directly.

You know, it is very difficult for any number of policemen to cross this step. Ordinary policemen have no chance in their lifetime.

Speaking of which, his promotion this time is also somewhat inexplicable, and the reason for it is also unclear to him.

It was announced suddenly the day before yesterday that he was encouraged by a group of colleagues from the police station to drink flower wine at the Ningxiang Pavilion that night, and he didn't know how much he drank.

And how did he climb onto Bai Yulan's bed, what happened in the middle, he has no clue?

Although Ningxiang Pavilion is a happy place for men, it is still somewhat different from other Chunlou Chu Pavilions in Bingcheng.

First of all, the girls in the restaurant are of a relatively high grade, and most people can't afford it. Moreover, the girls have the right to choose customers.

The redder the girl, the more autonomy she has.

Secondly, Bai Yulan, the owner of Ningxiang Pavilion, is known as the number one beauty outside the Tao. She is not a simple woman.

She is not the first owner of Ningxiang Restaurant. The first owner's surname is Ma, and she is her husband. In fact, she should be regarded as the proprietress of Ningxiang Restaurant.

However, Boss Ma was blessed, and within two years of Bai Yulan's marriage to him, Boss Ma passed away strangely.

Bai Yulan took over the Ningxiang Pavilion, not only did not fail to operate as some people imagined, but after a audition for the queen of Huaguo, Bai Yulan went off in person and won the title of Queen of Huaguo in Bingcheng. So far, the number one beauty outside the Tao It spread like wildfire, and the Ningxiang Pavilion, which was originally only a little famous, suddenly became the most famous cave of ecstasy in Bingcheng.

It is juxtaposed with Qunfang Building in Taohua Lane and Grand View Garden in Beidao Street.

This kind of woman, I don't know how many people coveted her beauty and wealth, how could she get involved with a little policeman like him?
Thinking hard.

I'm afraid the water here is bottomless.

When the peony flowers die, being a ghost is also flirtatious, but if you do this, you have to be a clear-sighted flirtatious ghost.

He didn't believe that Bai Yulan had taken a fancy to him, there must be something hidden in it, but he didn't have time to investigate this right now.

And today's banquet is probably not going to be a good one...

While Zhou Sen was thinking wildly, there were a few footsteps outside the door.

Quickly throw away distracting thoughts and stand up quickly.

The person who pushed the door and came in was Lin Dakuan. His big head was so eye-catching, and behind him were three people, all wearing Manchukuo police uniforms.

A sergeant and two lieutenants were both older than him.

People from the Special Affairs Section of the Police Department, in Bingcheng, except for the Japanese, they don't give face to anyone, they are used to being domineering, you can tell by the way they walk and the expressions on their faces.

The identities of the three people soon appeared in Zhou Sen's original memory. The half-length policeman who followed Lin Dakuan was called Zou Shuxun, the captain of the special service team, nicknamed "Zou Cripple", and was born in a lock. Later, he was recruited and became a regular army. His left foot was injured. After the Japanese occupied Bingcheng, he sold himself to join him and became a traitor and lackey, becoming Lin Dakuan's number one thug.

Especially the old oily smell on his body, which made Zhou Shen unable to hold back his sneezing.

Strange to say, his nose is quite sensitive to smells now, and he wants to sneeze at the slightest irritation.

It's not like a cold at all.

Li Shaotang, the director of the criminal department of the Judicial Division of the Police Department, has dark skin and a cold face all day long, as if someone owed him two dicks. He is nicknamed "Li Yanwang". My brother, my absolute confidant.

The last one is white and fat, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, small eyes and looks like a thief. His name is Wu Shuqing, not a few years older than Zhou Sen, and he is the Japanese translator of the Secret Service.

This guy also has a strong smell of perfume, but it should be of inferior quality.Pungent!
Basically, Lin Dakuan took this guy with him when handling cases and dealing with the Japanese. Lin Dakuan didn't speak Japanese very well, but his daily greetings were okay. If he really wanted to talk about something, he would be caught blind.

He didn't know how Papa Anthony would get along with a traitor like Lin Dakuan, but after thinking about it, it was understandable that Papa Anthony was from Belarus, so the so-called "traitor" was no obstacle to him.

"Uncle Lin." Zhou Sen hurried forward to greet him.

Now it seems that Papa Anthony is also a person with a secret.

For a while, Zhou Sen was a little confused. Lin Dakuan approached him, obviously with malicious intentions, but he couldn't refuse.

　The status of the contract has been changed. If you have money, you can make money. You don’t have to force it. It’s fine within [-] starting coins. I just want to see the feedback of the big guys on this book!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)