The alley fell into a brief state of silence after the name was spoken.
The man was silent for a while.
"Follow me."
The waiter from a foreign country in France glanced at Zhao Qian, who was surrounded by smoke, and said no more.
Turning around, a head of brown hair was left only on the back of the head of the mixed-race aristocrat who looked attractive to women.
The two of them walked in, and Galileo outside also reacted somewhat, but he saw his old friend put his hands behind his back, making a gesture that the two of them had discussed before, which meant not to act rashly.
In the long and narrow French alley, the morning light gradually shone down.
If there is no one to lead the way, it will feel like entering a labyrinth.
At least Zhao Qian followed him all the way, and he passed through three forks. or cross-shaped alleys, but most of the people we encounter on the road are passers-by who are in a hurry to make a living.
The way these people dress can tell to some extent that their living standards are not that good, and may even be a little bad.
After walking forward for a while, the Freemason stopped.
This is a civilian area of Paris.
In theory, it is a gathering place where the living standards are in the middle and lower classes.
The security here can only be regarded as average, but it is better than the real slums.
"Da da Ta, da” Standing on the stone steps in front of the door of a room, the waiter knocked on a closed door.
"Click."
The wooden door opened, but the man stood outside the door, motioning for Zhao Qian to go in.
No one appeared in this alley, and it was obvious that this place had been carefully selected.
"Why don't you go in?"
He asked with narrowed eyes, looking at the Freemason in front of him.
The man's expression seemed very bland.
Moreover, looking inside the room from the outside, there was no one there.
"No."
The waiter responded, throwing away the unfinished cigarette in his mouth as early as the second turn.
The look on his brows was more like the glare and sleepiness of ordinary people after staying up late and encountering the sun's glare.
"I'm only responsible for leading the way."
The man left without looking back.
Looking at this guy's back, Zhao Qian had no idea of taking action.
Because he could feel that there seemed to be a looming sense of prying eyes in a corner of this place.
The person peeking was very smart and his gaze was very secretive.
The person hiding in the dark obviously knew that the concentration of his eyes could easily be felt. people in the house Zhao Qian stood outside the door of the house, hesitant.
Go in, or not go in But now it seems there is no choice.
Walking up the stone steps outside the house, Zhao Qian pushed the door open and entered.
"Squeak" Sunlight sneaked in through the wooden door that slowly opened.
He looked at the dark surroundings through the crack in the door.
When Zhao Qian opened the door completely.
"puff" He raised his head and found that the originally dark room suddenly became bright.
The candlestick hanging from the ceiling was lit by a few half-burned candles.
Sunlight shone in through the open door, and the room seemed extremely empty, with a round table and a few wooden chairs placed around the round table.
Zhao Qian closed the door behind him and looked at the things in the room.
In addition to these things, there is a painting hanging next to the window.
Judging from the appearance of the painting, it should be an oil painting.
The window next to it was tightly sealed with wooden boards, and only a few rays of unblockable sunlight wanted to penetrate.
In the center of the painting is a compass and a Bible underneath.
Zhao Qian looked at this painting that looked confusing to outsiders.
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Painted on it is the emblem of the Freemasons.
It was placed on a stone throne, and under the steps of the throne was a unique feast.
One after another, familiar characters who often appear in student textbooks are doing their own things.
Some people are riding horses to conquer, some are standing in the wilderness, some are writing and drawing, and some are in the palace.
But whoever painted this painting did a great job of splicing their respective scenes together. interesting.
Zhao Qian said nothing, just glanced at the painting and then lost interest.
Because there is something else.
A door the color of stone.
It would be difficult for ordinary people to find it in an environment with such brightness as this house.
But he still noticed it.
Because of the faint sound of wind and breathing on the other side. someone Zhao Qian tentatively knocked on the door in front of him, and the door opened.
He walked in, but it was another room.
The same layout, round table, chairs, and paintings.
But the most fundamental difference from the room behind him was that there was a person, a woman with a graceful figure and a bright face.
He looked at her back.
The man was standing under the painting, quietly puffing away smoke from a small silver cigarette stick.
Yes, a woman who feels like she exudes a noble aura.
She was wearing silk clothes that were only found in the far East, which highlighted her unique figure as a Western woman.
The breathing sound I just heard should be the sound of her smoking.
Zhao Qian had the answer in his mind.
"Very nice, isn't it?"
"What" asked the traveler, who could not help but lose sight of the woman.
After several adventures in the world, he increasingly felt that there was no need to save travel points.
"Spider."
Following her gaze, he realized that she was actually looking at a spider spinning a web in the corner next to the painting.
This little insect clumsily did what it instinctively did in this light-filled corner, not caring at all that two giant creatures were watching it silently.
"call."
After blowing out another breath of smoke, the woman turned around and looked at Zhao Qian in front of her.
Under her beautiful eyes, the young man in front of her looked as if he was naked and had no secrets at all.
"You are not a White Lotus person at all, are you?"
The calm words in her mouth made Zhao Qian opposite her shrink his pupils.
Subconsciously, he wanted to take out the weapon from the ticket.
The notification sound in his ear made his eyes become colder
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