The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 454 The Beginning of the Confrontation

In a spacious and bright doctor's office, Merkel sat in front of a chair and looked at Schiller, who was writing his medical records opposite him. He frowned and said:

"...So, you mean, now I'm in your dream?"

"That's right, now, can you tell me exactly what's going on?"

Merkel frowned. This young butler who always looked mature and steady had a very different temperament at this time.

When serving Schiller in the manor, he looked calm and honest, talked about the weather with everyone, and had a unique British humorous temperament. In short, as soon as you see him, you can think of the most typical British butler .

But now, when he frowned and narrowed his eyes, a sharp aura spread from him, making it hard not to think of some professions related to secret agents or soldiers.

"If I don't tell, can't I get out of here?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, you can't stay here for too long. If a person falls into a dream for too long, the body's functions will be affected, just like a vegetative person who has been sleeping for many years, and his muscles will atrophy."

"I mean you, will you let me get out of here?"

Schiller nodded again, looked into Merkel's eyes, and said: "I hope you can figure out one thing, I spent money and time, hoping to find someone who can take care of the manor for me housekeeper."

"But you rummaged through my stuff while I wasn't home and that got you here so please don't make it sound like I've imprisoned you, it's all your own fault and I'm the victim .”

Merkel looked like she was about to say something, but before he could speak, Schiller went on:
"I don't care what kind of political stance you have, or what other purpose you have for this job, but I paid you to hire you in the hope that you can do your job well."

"I hope I don't need to help you remember how much you messed up during this time."

Merkel frowned all the time, and Schiller saw that he was completely clueless, so he could only say:

"Merkel, you haven't been here long, but during this time you forgot to deliver food to the newsboy, ironed two newspapers, unbuttoned a tailored suit, and almost broke it. The decorations on my table, and a deep scar on the corner of the sandalwood bookshelf with a cart, these losses are more than three times your commission."

"I want you to think about it, why didn't I fire you when I knew you were a Soviet spy and you were clumsy?"

Merkel's eyes widened, but he really wanted to ask why.

If, as Schiller said, Schiller had figured out what was wrong when he got off the train, why did he hire him?He wasn't fired even when his job wasn't going well.

It is now the winter of 1988. Those who are familiar with history may know that the situation during the Cold War was very severe. During this period, no normal American was willing to have anything to do with the Soviet Union.

"Are you making a statement to me?" Merkel asked.

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly, and said, "I guess, you haven't been trained for a long time, or in other words, you came from Yeluzi."

"Let me not mention it first, you used the usual tricks of spies to deal with cigarette butts in front of a cigarette boy."

"You don't have to care. After you came to my manor, you didn't do anything for a long time because you didn't dare to take risks."

"It's not even necessary to mention that you chose to open my private correspondence without judgment, so that you didn't get any important information."

"When you are in this situation, you still adopt an aggressive attitude and ask me to say everything clearly. This will not increase my pressure, but will only expose your guilty conscience."

Schiller sighed and said: "I guess, you should be a pure British, but because you have received a certain ideological education, you have participated in some causes."

"Right now, ideals and struggle still occupy most of your mind. I can't say this is wrong, but obviously, you seem to think things too simply."

Merkel frowned, staring at Schiller and said: "No matter how much you slander, I will not change my attitude."

"Okay, let's change the subject, what mission are you here to perform?"

Merkel was silent.

Schiller rested his face on his fingers, tilted his head slightly, looked into Merkel's eyes, and said:

"Before, when you were in the manor, you didn't like to look directly into my eyes. In fact, you should also know that this is not out of politeness, but something in your eyes that cannot be hidden."

"This is actually a very interesting phenomenon. All the Marxists I know have different eyes from others."

"Do you know any other Marxists?" Merkel finally couldn't help but speak.

Schiller suddenly changed the subject and said:

"Since you came to my dream during this period of time, it means that you should start from the third floor of the manor, go all the way down, and finally touch the wine bottle on the bookshelf. Besides, did you find anything else?"

"Have you anything to discover?"

Schiller showed a rather helpless expression, and he said: "Your thoughts are completely immersed in the work of an agent, so that you don't realize how blunt the use of those words is."

"You have to figure out one thing, Merkel, now you must have more doubts than me, you must know more things than me, and you must ask more questions than me."

"If you want to get the answers to these questions, you must first answer my questions. Do you think the answers you want to know are not worth revealing some information in exchange?"

Merkel stared silently into Schiller's eyes, as if to confirm whether this was another trap, but in the end, he said: "I can't promise to answer every question."

"Well, change one question for another, and if you can't answer it, I'll change it."

Schiller was fiddling with a writing pen in his hand, and he asked, "Did you find anything in my manor?"

Merkel paused, and the expression on his face became a little exciting, as if recalling something not so good, he said:

"I can understand that you locked every door in the manor out of security, well, if it's for security, then you can equip each door with a different lock, that's also understandable, It also makes sense that different locks should have different keys..."

"But why do you hide each key in a different place, then design a puzzle for each key, then arrange several clues for this puzzle, and then in order to get this clue, you have to decipher several codes, In order to obtain these passwords, I have to go to the library to read several books..."

Merkel stretched out her finger to cover her eyes, and his tone revealed deep helplessness: "It is because of this that I came to your dream at this point in time, and I spent most of the night unraveling these things. Damn puzzle."

"He... Am I sick?" Schiller murmured in doubt.

"what?"

"No, nothing, have you figured it out yet?

Merkel looked at Schiller with an extremely resentful look and said:

"It took me a few hours to finally open the door, and the moment I touched the bottle, I was here."

"Don't feel bad, I just recently updated the library of puzzles in the second-floor room, because I was recently given a pretty good hardcover Sherlock Holmes set.

"If you opened the door in order from south to north, then you should at least have read the first two cases. I think that is the most amazing part, how about you?"

"Is that a second question?

"Please, don't be so boring, this is just a normal chat." Schiller waved the pen in his hand, looked down at his medical records and said:

"You're always at every juncture, trying to use a strong attitude to gain the upper hand, probably because you're now in a weak position and insecure."

"You see, every behavior and expression of yours will reveal a lot of information. It's not that you can deal with me just by putting on a cold face."

Merkel's eyes were fixed on Schiller. In fact, he felt a little strange, because the Schiller in front of him was a little too patient.

In fact, Merkel knows that his current attitude cannot be said to be insecure, it can even be said to be a little fearful. During the time he was working at the Schiller estate, he got along with Schiller day and night, so he knew exactly what kind of man he was. kind of people.

Merkel has never studied psychology, so he doesn't know the technical terms for certain diseases. He just feels that Schiller is a bit neurotic, with many stubborn and rigid habits, and his temper is a bit unpredictable.

He would devote a lot of energy and time to some weird and useless things, such as installing a different lock for each door and then arranging thousands of puzzles to protect the keys, or spending a lot of money Time to wipe down quirky collectibles like umbrellas, globes, binoculars, eyeglasses, and more.

But at the same time, he seems very impatient in many serious matters, for example, he reads the newspaper at breakfast every day, and if either the breakfast or the newspaper arrives late, he will not start.

I feel very resistant to breaking the routine of work and rest, but I often go out in the middle of the night.

When he speaks, he always hits the nail on the head, basically doesn't consider the feelings of the listener, and even makes a big fuss about some very common communications, deliberately letting people know that he has seen through the inner essence.

This kind of temper, which is very different from ordinary people, made Merkel think he was a little crazy.

And now the Schiller in front of him looks very normal, a bit too normal.

When Merkel decided to take a tough stance, he actually had no plans to leave here alive. According to his understanding, his mysterious employer would not have so much patience to listen to the interrogation of his agents. Commonly used words.

Merkel doesn't know how long she can last in this kind of communication.

Originally, his expectation was that no matter whether he could get out of here alive or not, as long as he didn't reveal the secret in his heart, it would be considered a success. He never expected that he would still have room for bargaining.

Schiller's transformation has no logical basis at all, so Merkel only thinks that Schiller may be in a good mood now, so he also relaxes a little bit, wanting to take advantage of this time to give himself more chances to survive, Better to get some more information.

"Well, it looks like you're not interested in chatting right now, so you can ask your first question."

Merkel swallowed. He gradually relaxed his body and focused on his thoughts. He looked into Schiller's eyes and asked:

"How on earth did you do it?"

(End of this chapter)