Chapter 269 Ominous Prophecy
One day, He Chi was blocked in front of the bedroom by Laura.
"Who is Kristen Sinier?" The girl's direct question almost made He Chi change his judgment and thought that Laura was really a player.
But after calming down for a while, He Chi thought of the reason, so he asked in a low voice, "Did you peek at my computer?"
"It's a routine check to prevent philandering men!" Laura immediately Then he asked, "Half of your Wiki search records start with this woman's name. What are you doing?"
"I just want to write a paper and search for a less famous historical figure."
"Really? Isn't it an excuse to be carefree?"
"Otherwise? You didn't see me. Are the links on Wikipedia all major libraries?”
“Well, even if I’m neurotic, it’s not to blame. "I, who told you that you have been really mysterious recently?"
Laura left, and He Chi returned to the room and opened his computer again. There were already more than 50 related searches about Christine. The answers are all academic papers by authors with the same name or Facebook spaces, and a few words are diaries, which are almost irrelevant.
He Chi added a series of suffixes from World War II and Free France, but there was no suitable matching answer.
Very strange.
Even a small soldier like Tanya with no official position has a story passed down. As an assistant to de Gaulle, Christine's status in Free France should be among the top five. It makes no sense and has no trace at all.
After thinking for a moment, He Chi changed his mind and searched for a name again on the Internet [Pierre Madou]. This person is the chief of the French External Security Bureau in his world, and in Christine takes his place in the copy world.
The results suddenly became richer, and a large amount of information appeared, but that was not what He Chi cared about.
He added the entry again, [If de Gaulle did not have Pierre Madou].
The results came out. In addition to some relevant historical papers, what was screened out turned out to be a batch of novels. He Chi clicked on one of the books called "Rose de France".
The writing quality is very poor, and it is a bit difficult to read, but the heroine of the book makes He Chi's eyes light up.
【Kristin Crawford】
The names are very similar.
The plot is almost a replica of the first half of Christine's life, including the establishment of Charles de Gaulle's private intelligence organization and the incident of escaping to the UK on a transport plane in France.
But when He Chi wanted to read on, he found that the second half of the novel had been blocked. The reasons were suspected of plot plagiarism and copyright disputes, and the publication was currently suspended.
He Chi looked at the author's name: "Mark Zach"
Then He Chi picked up the phone on the table, "Director Diallo, I want you to check it for me. People.”
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Two days later, Cleveland, Ohio.
The city was once an important center of American manufacturing, but as industry moved overseas, the city experienced a severe economic recession, with a poverty rate of 30%, forming a suburb of this large city. Huge lower-level population gathering area.
As soon as He Chi stepped into this large slum area, he found someone watching him quietly. There were puddles of water everywhere in the dark alleys, and there were suspicious medicine bottles and scattered syringes in the corners. From time to time, the sounds of couples quarreling could be heard from the houses on the side, and there were even professional moans from women standing on the street.
This place sucks.
He Chi could not imagine what kind of person the guy who wrote novels in this environment would be.
He pushed open the door of a motel, and then several malicious eyes fell on him.
"Brother, what can I order?" The waiter with tongue-stitched eyes came over and scanned the Asians who entered the door with the eyes of prey. He Chi took out 50 yuan and handed it to the other party, "Some snacks and soft drinks, and I want to ask you something by the way."
The waiter took out some chips and nuts, and then poured After ordering a glass of Coca-Cola, he put away the banknotes on the table. "Please tell me."
"Do you have a tenant here named Mark Zucker? I am his distant relative and I have something I want to talk to him about." ”
"Sorry, this is about the privacy of the guest, and I don't think you two look alike at all...oh, now I see a bit of a resemblance." It turned out to be He Chi who took out a Franklin and pressed it under the cup.
"Is it just a bit similar?" He Chi took out another one.
"Now you look like brothers." The waiter chuckled and put away the banknotes on the table, then pointed upstairs, "Turn left on the second floor. There is a nameplate on the house. He should be there now." In the house, but if you are asking for a bill you may be disappointed. ”< br>
“Why?”
“You are the third wave of people who have come to ask for debt recently, and you are so generous. He must owe a lot, right? But I bet, now he has five hundred I can't even get out the pieces." The waiter played Franklin and made a crisp sound.
Walking up the stairs, a short guy wearing a pair of headphones was walking down opposite.
"Mark Zach?"
The little man glanced at He Chi and then ran away.
“Stop!!!”
The two people were chasing each other in the dark alley. Mark Zucker in front kept knocking down debris on the side to interfere with He Chi’s route, and then relied on The familiarity of the terrain disappears in the alleys with complex terrain.
A few minutes later, Mark Zucker walked out of another exit of the block and let out a long breath, "Fuck it! The debt collectors are getting more and more difficult now, so I finally got rid of it..."
"What did you get rid of?" ?" The Asian man just stood in front, opened his coat, and showed the guy inside.
Later, at a good local French restaurant, Mark Zach was happily finishing the vanilla lamb chops in front of him, and drank a glass of red wine from time to time.
"You told me earlier, the latest debt holder is really..., I thought you were too..." Because there was something in his mouth, Mark Zucker's words were very unclear. So much key information has been missed.
It wasn't until the other party had had a good meal that He Chi understood all the circumstances - this unlucky guy actually published the book at his own expense and owed a huge foreign debt, and the sales of the book were not good to begin with. He was accused of plagiarism, and ended up hiding in a slum motel.
"Did you really plagiarize?" He Chi took out a few bills and handed them to the other party.
"Of course not. All my writing ideas come from the dreams I had when I was a child. The plots in the dreams were very clear, so I recorded them all." The other party said indignantly, and nodded along the way. The number of banknotes.
"Then why..."
"How did I know?! Another guy also wrote the same novel. The plot is exactly the same as mine. I also claimed that I got the writing ideas in a dream. The damn thing is that his book was published before mine,” blabbered Mark Zucker.
“Is it still the Mandela effect?” He Chi murmured to himself, and then said, “Can I have a look at your book?”
"It doesn't matter, we can't sell it anyway." The other party took out a rough-edged book from his purse and handed it over.
He Chi took the book and turned it directly to the last chapter. The content above made his pupils shrink sharply.
“In 1944, the heroine Christine Crawford was arrested in Paris, and the French rose withered before the dawn of victory.”
(End of this chapter)