"Hello, this is the 'Laojun' online bidding center. If you need to bid, please press the '0' key."

I pressed the "0" button without hesitation, and then the other party's voice came from the other side of the phone. He spoke, "Sir, please provide..."

I rudely interrupted the other party's words and said, "I am Wan Lin, pick me up Ni Zhentian!"

The customer service was stunned, seemed a little surprised, and said, "We are only responsible for bidding here. We are not responsible for transfers. If you have any questions, you can call the company."

"I said, pick up Ni Zhentian for me! I am the great master of the Northeast demon vein, Wan Lin!"

I was a little anxious. My tone became less friendly.

At this time, a "beep..." sounded from the other side of the phone, and a gloomy man's voice came from the phone: "Old Master Wanlin, the leader is taking a nap, can you wait for an hour?"

"What do you think?"

I asked back, about two or three minutes later, Ni Zhentian's voice came from the phone. It was true that he had just woken up and had a heavy nasal voice, but he was still very polite and said, "Hiss Wanlin, I am old and I'm a little sleepy at noon. Have you arrived in Paris? Is everything going well?"

"If it goes well, I won't come to you. I found the address you provided to me, but his memory was tampered with. (There seems to be a big deal in Paris in the novel. I have too little information here, and I can't know many things. You should have an intelligence network there. Check it out for me and what happened."

My current situation is very unfavorable. On the one hand, Rochett is hostile to me and completely restrains me. And the other party is in the dark and I am in the light, and now he is completely passive.

"Okay, I'll let the people below check it out. In addition, we also have some local branch forces in France, which can help you at any time."

After the phone hung up, I was a Chinese boy who couldn't even speak French and was considered a second-rate English. Standing in a foreign country, I suddenly felt like I fell into a trap. Rochett actually had a chance to kill me every time, but I didn't kill me every time. Why? Who has such great ability to tamper with Rochett's memory? How could a person who is so eccentric about dream control be played with by someone applauding? Everything doesn't make sense, making people feel something wrong.

I left the phone booth and sat in the hotel for about thirty minutes. A few Chinese people came in outside, looked around, saw me, walked over quickly, and said, "Hisser Wanlin, we are the liaison officers sent by the 'Old Army' headquarters. We rushed over just after receiving the order."

I nodded and said, "I think you all know the situation. Now I want to know what Rochet is doing?"

There were three people who came in total, all of whom were male, two of whom looked in their early twenties. The one who led the lead was about thirty years old, with short hair, tall and well-proportioned figure. After hearing my words, he introduced himself: "We still want to introduce ourselves. I am the head of the intelligence department branch of the 'Old Army' in Paris, major, code-named Bobcat, and behind them are three lieutenants, code-named Typhoon, Forest and Cowboy. We have been paying close attention to Rochet's actions before, but since you got off the plane and arrived in Paris, his whereabouts began to float, especially after the incident at the small theater, he completely disappeared from our eyes. At present, we are also in a state of loss."

I frowned and then said, "Is there a way to find him? There is no intelligence network here?"

After thinking about it, the Bobcat said, "Yes, yes, but after all, it's not in China, and we can't use many methods. In this way, come with us, and we use our means to find Rochet."

After leaving the hotel, I drove all the way and arrived near Concorde Square. The car stopped on the side of a winding path. There were rows of sycamore trees on the side of the road. The houses looked small, but they exuded a European atmosphere. It was clearly a modern metropolis, but they also revealed the elegance and aristocratic temperament in every place.

There were some tourists taking photos on the roadside, and a few people were painting not far away. The four of us walked into the path ahead and walked into a three-story attic. The attic was very dark and you could hear the sound of piano. This was not uncommon in Paris. Many times, you could hear the sound of piano and violin coming from unknown places.

After going up the third floor, the Bobcat turned around and said to me: "The European pattern is not as good as we imagined. Many intelligence networks are unwilling to do business with us Chinese. Some of the information flowing on the black market is not true, and the price is terrifying. However, after staying here for so many years, we have developed some of our own ways. There is an old witch living here, about two hundred or three hundred years old, and it is an immortal. Witchcraft is not too powerful, but it has a strong ability to divine, and is very clear about a lot of secret information. We also come to take care of her business, so she is quite familiar with us and will not ask for too much money."

After saying that, the bobcat walked to the door, knocked on the door lightly, and said deliberately with a smile: "Is Grandma Sophia here?"

It was quiet inside. At this moment, a pure black and green-eyed cat fell on the handrail of the stairs behind us, looking at us, and the eyes seemed to be mixed with human emotions.

"squeak......"

The door was gently opened and we entered one after another. The room was not big. There was a skeleton hanging on the wall. There were some dead insects, mice and snakes on the table, and a large number of props used by Western and European black magic. An old woman could be seen vaguely behind a black cloth. The whole room was in a bad light. Even though it was daylight now, it still gave people a deep feeling.

When I lifted the black cloth away, I saw the old witch sitting behind the table with her head down, her face full of wrinkles, as if her eyes couldn't be opened. She was very thin, her skin drooped, and it looked like she was wearing a layer of skin on her body. She was wearing a black plaid coat, which should be wool, and she didn't speak or move much. The nails on her hands were very long, and her fingers were like dry firewood sticks.

"Witch Sophia, wake up."

The bobcat gently buckled the table. The black cat that had been watching us before walked in gently and landed on the table. Then it made a cat moan. The Sophia witch woke up and raised her head and looked at us with her muddy eyes. She said, "It's you, why are you here to find me at this time and disturb my good dream."

She spoke English but not French, which surprised me a little. After sitting down, the bobcat said, "Of course I came to you to do business. After all, you are still alive, and I am a customer who sends you money to your door."

"Yes, yes, I have to keep my price every time. This is the first time I have seen such a stingy customer. Well, let me tell you what news do you want to buy from me this time? Or do I want me to help you divine the result of this action. Oh? Today, a new customer came, a young Chinese boy with a noble aura, but mixed with the smell of earth."

She looked at me, but I asked in confusion: "Can you see?" Lai Dongdong.

She smiled, shrugged and said, "It doesn't mean I'm blind just now. What a rich breath, like the rising sun, the majesty above the demon god. Young man, you are a dangerous person."

I didn't continue to interrupt, whether it was a witch or a witch, they pretended to be a fool and bluffed. However, she just said a lot of things, and she seemed to be quite accurate.

"Paris has been very uneasy recently. Do you know something?"

The bobcat asked, questioning was obscure.

The Sophia witch smiled and said, "Of course it's not peaceful. The young man from the East stirred up a muddy water. I know what you want to ask. The small theater is full of corpses, and the man who controls the nightmare is smiling in the dark. His memories are changing. He can't remember who he is, but he knows his name. The person you want to ask should be Rochet..."

This old witch really knows something!

ps:
Chapter completed!