Sell Evil

Volume Eight: The Earth Shatters] Chapter Eighteen Orange Conspiracy

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Chapter 18 The Conspiracy of the Orange Core

Polstone is a small village located near Clama in the south of Paris. Some ancient brick-wood houses are still preserved there for centuries. In recent years, due to its beautiful scenery and superior location, many wealthy households in large cities have chosen to move here, and many nobles have also requisitioned some of the land here for their privately constructed estates. Their villas are faintly visible on the edge of the forest. In order to meet the needs of the market, small businesses and medium-sized shops have been opened nearby, and then there are several gas stations. Therefore, the vision of this village is obvious ... … To this day, it has become a modern town that has been completely transformed.

However, there is still something traditional here that is preserved: oranges. It is home to one of Oak County's largest orange plantations, and its yield and quality are world-renowned. It's just that the town itself is not very famous, of course, this is also normal. It's like many people put a term like "Bordeaux wine" on their lips and talk to you about the aroma of cedar and black currant, the taste and tightness of the mouthfeel, too many red wines will turn into garnet red, etc. In general, for such a person, you throw him a map of France to let him find out where "Bordeaux" is, and he will immediately fall into a long silence.

In short, Bolstone is a less famous place. The speciality of oranges is no less attractive than red wine. Although it is cheaper and more fresh to buy oranges locally than to buy them in the supermarket at your doorstep, few people will In order to save that few dollars, come to the place of origin to buy.

On June 19, Tianyi rented a car and listened to the small song in the radio all the way, whistling and humming the song to the town.

You ask what he came for? Well, he came here to buy oranges ...

If he bought a few hundred pounds of oranges and took them back to Paris to set up a stall, including the car rental and refueling money and his own labor force, and ensuring that he was not beaten by the Paris city management during the sale process, he would probably finally be able to Little earns so much.

I think this account is counted, and many people understand why the first-level wholesale of vegetables and fruits can only be picked up by a large contractor, while the average merchant can only approve the second-, third-, and fourth-level goods ...

Anyway ... basically, you can tell that when you come to buy oranges, you plan to eat them yourself.

He deliberately drove forward, returned to Paris, took a few pounds of oranges back to the hotel room, and went back to the car, as if he had bought something unsightly.

Because he got up late, he finally returned to the hotel that day and faced the pile of oranges on the table at nine o'clock in the evening.

"Ah ... troublesome fruit." Tianyi grabbed an orange and said to himself, he hated those fruits with seeds and cores, and the type of food he could swallow completely after peeling was the type he liked. Foods like watermelons, grapes, and oranges, which are eaten into your mouth, must be bitten by bitter seeds or kernels, and have to spit out certain things. Tianyi generally refuses because of trouble. edible.

But tonight, he sat at the table and did something weird. He ate four oranges in a row, eating slowly and carefully, as if doing a very important job, the back and chewing Strange voice inexplicable ...

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In the morning of June 20, an apartment building in Paris.

A black man in his forties walked out of the house. Like every morning, he went to the first floor to check his own mailbox, took out the newspaper, threw away the trash flyers, and was ready to go to work.

But today is a little different. He saw a yellowed envelope in the mailbox. There was no stamp and address on the envelope, only his name: Galas Dadan.

He clamped the morning paper under his arm and opened the envelope while walking out of the building. Galas thought that this should be another trick of some advertisers. Recently, many insurance companies will post some "invitation letters" decently. "Come to the door, in fact, is to let you go to a forum that is no different from the content and sales promotion, provide some gifts of little value, and then try to sell you insurance.

"There aren't even stamps. It seems that this time it was to find someone and stuffed it into the letter box. Even the postage was saved." Galas muttered and opened the envelope. He took out a slightly yellowed stationery. At this time, he noticed that there were other things in the envelope, and he took a closer look. Those things were about one centimeter long, the surface was pale yellow-white, oval, and it was clearly orange. nuclear.

"Asshole ... this is disgusting. Is the employee responsible for delivering the letter at the insurance company dissatisfied and vomited the orange kernel in it ..." Galas threw the envelope away, and only used the index finger and thumb for the letter hand Touch the paper, as if the stationery was not clean.

With **** in each hand, he carefully spread out the stationery and found that it said: "Hello, Galas Dadan, this is our first greeting to you, and maybe the last time, you black The ghost has violated the bottom line of our tolerance, and this letter means death. Kkk. "

Gallas immediately stood still, until the beep of the car horn and the driver's growl rushed him back to the side of the road.

A few seconds later, a piece of information was fleeting in Gallas's head. He turned around and trot a few steps, like a madman, pulled out the envelope just thrown in from the trash can. There are only five left. He looked at the dry and small orange cores, his eyes widened, and the fear in his heart gradually rose ...

In the evening, the Paris Police Station.

Galas sat in the reception room, holding a glass of water in his hand, waiting nervously.

After a while, a middle-aged police officer came in and sat across from his desk: "Is Mr. Da Dan?"

Galas nodded. "Yes."

"I'm Police Officer Setzel. Hello."

"Hello there."

Sezer took a registration form and looked at him and said, "You reported that you were intimidated?"

"Yes, police officer."

Sezer took out the letter and envelope Galas received in the morning from his pocket, and took out a transparent evidence bag containing five orange cores.

After putting these on the table, Sezer said in an official voice: "Sir, are you sure you need to file a case investigation? You know, we receive several similar reports almost every month. Facts There is nothing terrible at all, maybe there are so few hooligans, where you offend them, they act as members of the resistance group, or some racist, do some little tricks to scare the letter, just to create some points for the victims Psychological pressure, in fact, they will not do anything, at most they will smash other people's glass with stones. Of course, if they really smash, there are cameras on each street, we can arrest them within half an hour. "

"You don't understand, sergeant! This is a real Tri-K party, not a joke!" Gallas said.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Dan, why are you so sure?" Saizel shrugged.

"I checked. There were no sender's fingerprints on the envelope or stationery. Only mine, and the five orange cores were also manipulated and cleaned up ..."

"Oh oh ... wait, wait, sir." Sezer lowered his head and glanced at the form again. "What the **** are you doing?" The occupation on that form was an art consultant.

"I work in the Louvre, mainly for written work, to edit the relevant notes of the artwork, or to update the information and commentary for the commentators in the museum." Gallas replied: "I also do some Research and appraisal of artwork, equipment in our laboratory ... "

"So you take the evidence and test it?" Saizel asked.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with it." Gallas pulled back the topic of his personal use: "Listen, sergeant, I was dubious when I saw the letter in the morning. After inspection, I was 90% sure. This is by no means a joke, I, and my family, are in danger, right now! "He said solemnly.

Sezer looked at Gallas for five or six seconds with a complex look, and sighed, "Well, sir, I have to record a confession for you in detail, you wait." He went out for a while, Come back with a recording pen.

"Let's get started, Mr. Dadan," Saizel said, "I want to ask you a few questions. If you think of something that might help the case, please tell me as much as possible."

Gallas couldn't wait to say: "First of all, police officer, I want to emphasize the seriousness of this matter. You should have some knowledge of the K3 Party?"

"Um ... no." Saizel replied unabashedly, without any intention of pretending to understand.

Galas frowned, spread his hands, and put on an incredible expression.

In fact, Sezer's performance is normal. Gallas has overestimated people's historical knowledge. In the twenty-second century, racial discrimination was a problem that was rarely mentioned again. Most people hear the name of the K-party. At best, I know that this organization is related to racism. People who join this organization will be discriminated against by everyone ...

"Kukluxklan is their name. It comes from the sound of imagination that sounds like a trigger firing iron. This terrible secret group was formed by Southern Federal soldiers defeated after the Civil War in the nineteenth century, and quickly in the United States, that is Branches have been set up in all Star counties, with Tennessee, Louisiana, Carolina, Georgia, and Florida being the most powerful. The Klans used all kinds of horrors to deal with the black voters of the time, and murdered or expelled them. People who disagree with one another in order to achieve their political purpose ... "

"Well ... Mr. Dadan." Saizel didn't want to listen to your big class after so many years in the job, he interrupted: "That's all for history class, I know what these guys mean Let's go back to the case. "

"No! I'm about to focus." Gallas continued: "The problem is the way they perform atrocities. Generally, before they start, they will send something strange but recognizable to the hostile person. For example, a small root with leaves like a branch leaf, a few watermelon seeds, or a few orange kernels. This is a warning. Those who are warned can choose to give up their original views or flee overseas. If they are ignored, they will be punished. Killed, and often killed in strange or unexpected ways.

This is the oldest and most orthodox approach. In the twentieth century, the nature of this organization gradually changed, and its members continued to expand. Only then did they lose the original rigor and system of the organization, and similar traditions were ignored. "

Sezer looked at the orange core on the table: "Mr. Dadan, maybe it is just because of your understanding of this history that you can't help but associate these, maybe people who intimidate you, just check some Tri-K online Information, unexpected thoughts, using orange cores, imitating a very similar look. "

Gallas said: "How do you interpret the fingerprints and the orange kernels have been processed?"

Saizel said: "So I think ... even if it is just imitation, this intimidator is not an ordinary person. He is at least a cautious guy. Such a person may be very dangerous and really threaten the life of you and your family.

Therefore, please don't worry about the identity of the other party, even if it is really a tight and long-established organization, we have to find the motivation to solve the case. My question is, Mr. Dan, what do you think made you fall into such a dangerous situation? You did n’t change your skin color today. You have a family and a mouth. It ’s not a year or two to live in Paris. Why would the other party send you a letter at this time? "

Gallas thought about it; "I don't know ..." He didn't think about it, but he didn't have a definitive answer: "My wife, she is white, we have a good relationship, and we are discussing it recently Have a child ... isn't ... "He said it as he thought.

Saizel said, "Have you told your friends and relatives about wanting a child? Or have you talked about this in public?"

"We go to the outside restaurant for dinner once or twice almost every week. Generally, it ’s a better restaurant. Maybe we talked a few times during the meal. I ’m not sure whether it will be heard. In addition, My wife may have told her parents, siblings, we both have jobs, and my wife may also talk about this with her colleagues. This is a very common thing and a good thing ... "

Saizel said: "But now it seems that it may well be a reason for racists to trouble you."

"I have never encountered violence caused by racism and never encountered discrimination. I only read these in the book." Gallas looked solemnly: "In my opinion, those It ’s a long history, it ’s something abandoned by human civilization, such as religious slaughter, slavery, etc. I did n’t expect that today I would encounter such a thing. When I saw that letter, I All silly. "

"You have to be calm, Mr. Dan, those who send intimidation letters are not terrible. If they are really capable, what you see in the mailbox should be an explosive device, not an envelope with an orange core." Sai Ze Erdao: "What you need now is to continue to work and live normally. Don't let a letter ruin everything. If you live in fear all day long and have a heavy psychological burden, then you are right in your arms.

Let's rest assured that the investigation will be handed to the police. Tonight I will send two plainclothes agents to drive an inconspicuous car near your house to squat. If there is an accident or there are suspicious people nearby Walk around, they will rush to deal with it as soon as possible. In the past few days, you can just act as usual, if the case has progressed, or if there are any questions, I will contact you on your own initiative. "

Galas and Sezer discussed many details about the situation of the police officer in plain clothes, how to deal with the danger, how to ensure the safety of his wife, etc. Sezer explained for a long time that Galas was pregnant. Back home in a sad mood.

When Gallas stepped out of the police station, just across the street from the Paris police station, a man was wearing a floral shirt and bib and a sunhat covering half his face, a camera hanging around his neck, and a tourist in his hand. The magazine and the map of Paris stood there, looking around, still saying, "Ah ... it took so long to come out, it seems to have successfully convinced the police."

Tianyi closed the impurities in his hand and walked forward leisurely, thinking in his heart: This guy is also a cultural person. He should be able to find the clues on the letter ... Fingerprint, orange core, handwriting, letter paper, he is today If you do n’t find everything, you will be left with the evidence, but the police may not be able to analyze the information I want to convey. Can we only increase intimidation by then ...

"Hey, man." A man's voice sounded beside him.

The sky looked back, and it was Police Officer George.

It was not a coincidence to meet him at the gate of the police station. Tianyi did not show any strange expressions. Although he knew George, he knew that George could not recognize himself, so he didn't need to panic.

"Sorry, I don't smoke." Tianyi also intentionally changed his accent. If his tourists dress up fluently in French English, French Chinese, or simply in French, it will look strange.

Here is an explanation. In this parallel universe, the empire has a unified language. Schools around the world have the teaching of Mandarin and English, both of which are global languages. ~ Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At least minors receiving formal education Be proficient in one of them. Generally speaking, if you choose English, it will be more convenient to study science in the future. If you speak Chinese, you will have no mistakes in arts and sciences, and both will naturally be the best. As for other languages, it has become something similar to local dialects. People's accents will still vary depending on the place of birth, but not every school in these places systematically teaches these unofficial languages.

"Ah, it's okay." George's tone was smooth, too. "Well, can you ask, sir, you have stood opposite the police station for nearly an hour, what are you doing?"

At this moment, Tianyi instinctively burst out a word in his heart, thousands of words, all in one sentence: Fack!

When George asked a question, Tianyi had passed him by. Now Tianyi has two choices. The first is to run away and the second is to go back and work around.

"Don't you turn your head back, are you afraid that I will remember your face?" George came over as he talked, and he took out a lighter himself and lit a cigarette: "Whew ... before I leave the police station for dinner I just glanced at you, and when I came back, I found you still, and then I watched you for twenty minutes. "He took a puff of cigarettes:" Are you following the gentleman who just left the police station? "

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