The process of Pierre being thrown into the Chateau d'If prison was shockingly simple. There was no investigation, no trial or even a formality in the court. It was just a verbal order from the senior officials of the empire, and he was fully armed. The soldiers were escorted to the isolated island.
Pierre had been imprisoned for nearly a month. For the first three days, he kept holding on to the iron door and shouted that he was wronged and wanted to see the warden. However, after his anger period passed three days later, the rational Pierre gave Conducted an intelligence analysis myself.
The result is disappointing. Sharif's betrayal only proves that those shameless senior officials are determined to make him take the blame this time. What kind of temper Napoleon III is. These intelligence officers know very well that no one dares to face the emperor. His Majesty is so angry that for the sake of his own life and official position, it doesn't matter if Pierre dies.
Pierre, who had thought everything through, calmed down instead. He knew clearly that being imprisoned in the Chateau d'If prison was not the final outcome. It was very likely that one day he would be pushed out of the cell and tied to the gallows.
The emperor and those high-ranking officials all need an 'incompetent waste' to divert the attention of the people, and now it seems that he is a good candidate.
Now that time was running out, Pierre began to reflect on his thirty years of life. After much thought, he had nothing worth showing off to God. Although he is a bit crooked, his career has not progressed at all. Although he has experienced countless women, he has few true loves.
After thinking about it, only Fang Guan's figure kept lingering in his mind. People! Only when he has a premonition of his own death can he know what he really wants in his heart.
"Fuck the emperor, fuck France, fuck their golden intelligence officer, all I want is Fang Guan. If I still have a chance, I must leave this damn country and go to the far east. I want to Pursue the love that I really want in my heart!”
Countless times, Pierre sat on the bed, looking at the outside world through the iron window that was close to the ground, repeating these words over and over in his mouth, but he also knew very well that the so-called escape was just a luxury hope. That’s all.
Maybe the iron door will be pushed open in the next second, and a group of vicious soldiers will rush out from the outside and drag themselves out and hang them. But today, the terrifying knock on the door finally rang. This was not the time to deliver food, and there were many people coming at this time.
"Poor guy, you actually cried. Now you have an opportunity in front of you. As long as you seize it, you will be able to leave this hell on earth..."
A cold voice came from behind the iron door, emotionless but full of temptation. Pierre stood up at that time, but when he was about to agree, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he fell silent again. Come down.
"Your eyes are unfamiliar to me, but I remember your voice... If I guessed correctly, I heard your voice ten years ago. You are Sharif's subordinate, Glass!"
"Huh?" A low voice came from outside the door. "It's amazing. It's really amazing. I've seen people who can't forget their eyes, but I've never seen people who can't forget their ears. No wonder people say you are a genius... No Yes, ten years ago when you and my boss, Lieutenant Colonel Sharif, were drinking, I once gave coins to the commander..."
Pierre sneered and said, "That's right. I spent my last silver coin on the stripper that night, and we couldn't pay for the drinks. It just happened that I met you to help us end it... At that time, I Leaning on the bar and falling asleep, you and Sharif were talking about sex behind me."
There was a brief silence outside the iron gate, and then Glass said, "Now that you already know my identity, I don't have to go around in circles anymore..."
"Wine! Do you have any wine? Give me some wine before we talk about business, otherwise there will be no need to talk about anything..." Pierre interrupted his chatter.
The bars of the iron window were not so tight, so there was no problem in inserting a bottle of red wine, and Glass happened to have brought a bottle with him. Pierre took the red wine without saying a word and took a big sip. At this time, a third of the bottle was poured in.
"Oh, God, it's so satisfying... You don't need to say anything, I should be able to guess the purpose of your coming. I don't have anything valuable except this brain now. Has Sharif encountered a problem? Is it him? Did I send a telegram asking you to come to me?"
"It's smart, it's fun to talk to smart people... Jailer, open the door..." The sound of keys was heard outside the door, and then the iron door was opened, and two bright miner's lamps illuminated the dungeon.
Rolls of newspapers and documents one after another were spread out on the table. Glass even asked the jailers to go out. This information was top secret and the little jailer was not qualified to watch it.
"Let's analyze it. I need the answers you provide. There are three bottles of red wine here. After the red wine is finished, I want to get the results... If you have done meritorious service, Chief Sharif will help you clear your name."
"Haha, clearing my name? Are you afraid that I will be washed away from gray to black again!" Although Pierre was sarcastic, his hands and eyes did not stop. He quickly flipped through the newspaper information, and his expression became more and more complex. Solemn.
Time passed by and one bottle after another of red wine was drunk. When the fourth bottle of red wine was also opened, Pierre sighed, "Lost, France has completely lost, the emperor has been tied to death." , the enemy in the dark is pressing very hard, you have missed the best reaction time..."
"Who is the enemy? Who did it? Is there any evidence?" Glass grabbed Pierre's arm and asked nervously.
"Idiot!" Pierre rolled his eyes at him. "How can I determine who the enemy is? I am an intelligence analyst. I can only tell you who is the most suspicious. I can only give you an inference, not evidence. I want evidence. Go find it yourself...How did Sharif train you, you are so incompetent!"
Glass's face turned red, and he thought to himself, no wonder everyone is taking you as the scapegoat, why can't you offend everyone to death with your bad mouth?
"Yes, you were right. I made a mistake... Now can you tell me who is behind the scenes?"
"Haha..." Pierre sneered strangely a few times, then looked at him expressionlessly and replied coldly, "I'm sorry, I can't..."
"What? What do you mean? Don't you want to go out? Do you want to die..." Glass grabbed Pierre's shirt collar, but he didn't expect that the quality of this shirt was really inferior. A big piece was torn into pieces.
"You madman is so unreasonable. No wonder the intelligence department wants to keep you in cold storage for ten years. Your thoughts are not normal at all... I came across the sea to save you, but you actually played tricks on me!"
The furious Glass pointed at Pierre's nose and cursed, but he was still met with silence and hostile looks.
"Let me ask you one last time, who is behind the scenes? What kind of backhand will they have? This is your last chance..."
"I'm sorry, I don't know. Even if I know, I don't want to tell you..." Before he could finish his words, there was only a crisp sound, and the last bottle of wine hit Pierre's head hard, and blood was mixed with it. The wine pulp flows downward.
"I'll beat you to death, you bastard. You're just like a stone, a smelly, hard stone..." Glass rushed up and kicked and punched him, but Pierre's life in prison during this time had made his body extremely weak. He was no match and was quickly knocked to the ground.
Pierre put his head in his hands and huddled together, leaving only his back exposed for him to be kicked and beaten. The ten minutes of violent beatings made him survive.
Huh, wheeze... Glass finally gasped from exhaustion. "I will give you one night to think about it. I will come back to you tomorrow morning. If you don't give me an answer, I will hang you with my own hands... Go ahead and lock the door." die!"
With a bang, the iron door was locked, leaving Pierre huddled in the corner like a dead dog without moving for half an hour. After another long while, Pierre struggled to sit up, leaning his back against the stone wall and looking at the carvings on the wall.
"Haha... Ahem... Fortunately, I used the code I wrote, otherwise they would have taken the secret in vain... Don't think I am a fool. The deduction I just made is not just about deducing this information. I also I calculated my own ending..."
"The enemy's attacks are coming one after another. France has become more and more passive. And facing this perverted opponent, all of you are no good. You only have one loser... When the time comes, you will still find someone to take the blame for you, and It seems that I still cannot escape the fate of taking the blame..."
"It would be death if I told you, and it would be death if I didn't tell you. So why should I make you feel comfortable? Take your time and experience it, you will regret it one day!"
Having said this, Pierre touched the complete empty bottles and found that there was still a little bit of wine in them. He was so excited that he drank them all in one gulp.
"Woooooooooo... This should be the last sip of wine in my life. Goodbye to my relatives, goodbye to my lover, and goodbye to this world..." As he spoke, Pierre grabbed a piece of broken glass on the ground, and He wanted to cut his wrist, but suicide required courage, and he was obviously not close yet.
Testing again and again, giving up again and again, the crying was mixed with a sound like a wolf howling, and the whole night passed by like this.
Time soon passed midnight, and Pierre suddenly shouted, "Instead of being hanged in pain, I might as well end my life myself. Farewell, my favorite oriental goddess!" After saying this, a cold light flashed, and Yin Hong Blood trickled down his wrist.
His physical strength slowly disappeared with the flow of blood, and his vision slowly became blurred. At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, Pierre seemed to find that the door of the cell was opened, and several figures rushed in. Then his body seemed to be floating in the clouds, and he became dizzy and finally lost consciousness.
Early the next morning, Sharif, who was in Paris, received an urgent call from Marseille. After reading it, he slumped on the dining chair and the glass of milk in front of him was knocked to the ground.
"The Marseille police station discovered the body of Imperial intelligence officer Glass this morning. Later, the warden of Chateau d'If confirmed that Glass had taken away Pierre last night. Now that Glass is dead and Pierre has disappeared, all investigation clues All interrupted..."
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