Han Xuan and the bodyguards stick their butts and flip the room inside and out.

Apart from finding a shoddy one, it was a fake painting "The Death of Mara", there was nothing else precious.

It is estimated that when Old Neilman escaped from Germany, he only brought the most precious oil painting.

In Gabriel and the others' surprise eyes, Han Xuan struggled to push open a bookcase next to the fireplace, revealing a steep staircase.

I clapped my hands and took a few deep breaths, pressed the button beside the wall, and the lights in the basement suddenly lit up.

Seeing that several bodyguards had already held the gun in their hands, Han Xuan smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous, relax, guys."

"How did you know there is an entrance?" Irving asked him.

"Silly, of course the old man told me, don't be scared by the things inside later."

"You're here first, I'll go and have a look."

Jason stood in front of Han Xuan and walked in first.

The stairs are about ten steps, and because the underground is humid and not ventilated, there is a musty smell in the air.

Han Xuan put on the mask he had just taken off again, and then he felt a little more comfortable. When Jason replied that he was safe, he stretched out his feet and stepped on the wooden board of the stairs, tilted his head to look into the basement.

The space area of ​​the basement is about forty square meters, not too wide. After several rows of bookshelves are placed on the right wall, only one meter wide walkway is left on the left.

Above the desk is the Nazi military flag.

The color is made of red, white and black. It is estimated that it has been made for a long time, and the flag fabric is dull.

There are still signs of burning on the edge, and maybe it is really the military flag used by the Nazis back then.

On the wooden stand closest to the stairs, there are dense Nazi medals placed, so many that Han Xuan can hardly count them.

It is popular in the Western collectors to buy and sell these things from World War II, and you can find them at the open-air markets that sell antiques.

When Old Neilman just talked about his life experience, he mentioned that he was keen on collecting Nazi objects in the 1970s.

I pretended to be a museum staff, went to buy it, and found many countries before I collected it into a complete set of medals.

Including the blood seal that only Nazi veterans who participated in the beer hall riot on November 9, 2019 were qualified to wear.

There are also Gestapo ID cards, gold anti-guerrilla medals, gold SS medals for 25 years, etc., and precious types of Nazi medals, which can be seen here.

Jason was shocked at this moment!

He was holding an old photo on the desk, which was a photo of the evil dog Arlos Brenner, a young Nazi military uniform, with the background of a long queue escorting Jews into the concentration camp.

He looks very handsome, almost completely different from now, but he can vaguely overlap the appearance of old Neilman with the photo from his eyes.

Jason turned around and looked at Han Xuan for the answer

“Yes, he was a Nazi, named Alos Brenner.

...What kind of eyes do you look at? Don't you know who he is?

So, let you read some books with me when you are fine.

Everyone is busy with fitness, playing cards, talking about women, and only gaining muscles but not brains.

You can’t just walk through your kidneys, but occasionally you have to walk through your heart. Now you know that you don’t have knowledge, it’s terrible.”

Others really don't know who Arlos Brenner is.

They were not Jews, and they were born after World War II. When they grew up, the shadow left by the war had faded away. History classes were busy picking up girls and sleeping, otherwise they would not have joined the army.

It was enough to shock them to understand that the old man was a Nazi!

Then I heard Han Xuan explain: "Don't look at the sick look of Old Neilman, he was actually a murderer before.

More than 100,000 Jews were sent to concentration camps to carry out genocide, and even participated in the formulation of plans to exterminate Jews.

That's why I asked Galgeron and Du Ersha to stay in the hospital to see him. They already knew the true identity of Old Neilman.

When the newspaper is on the market tomorrow, someone will come to take the old man away.”

“…No wonder Galganon was leaving my handcuffs, my god!

Why don't you tell us!

He actually spent the afternoon alone with him!"

Gabriel hugged his head with both hands, afraid that he would be about to jump up. Each of these Nazi war criminals was extremely dangerous and had the ability to influence the whole world.

"Hey! Can't I deal with an old man lying on the hospital bed?

I will tell you in advance that I will definitely not let me be alone with him, so how can I talk to him?

Old Neilman is harder than a stone. If I hadn't seen me as young as I was, I would have told me so many things. It would be inconvenient to have you by my side, so he would have become alert."

"Then you shouldn't tell him!"

"Okay, okay, can't I be wrong..."

Han Xuan walked to the desk and sat down, and began to search in the drawer. The things inside were messy, mostly cut out from newspapers, and reports about World War II and concentration camps.

Pull the drawers open one by one and find thirteen thick sheepskin notebooks in the second drawer, each with different color.

When I opened the yellowest book on the paper, it was also the one with the longest storage time. I saw that the beginning date was written in March 1962. At that time, Old Neilman had just arrived in the United States not long ago.

And the brand new book is not yet written, and the last article is dated January 1, 1995, which is yesterday.

Old Neilman wrote that he wanted to die of old age at Kaolidai Ranch, complaining about the weather, complaining about the tourists at the Snow Mountain Resort noisy, complaining about Xuehou's inability to walk, not going out for hunting, and complaining that no one helped him bring firewood.

Bara Bara wrote hundreds of words, and the German letters were sloppy, almost all of the nonsense of a single old man.

"The plan cannot keep up with the changes, who told you to meet me?

What's the use of hiding for decades? After all, I still can't calm down. I want to write books and make movies. I'm a hypocritical old man..."

Han Xuan shook his head and sighed.

I didn't have time to read his diary carefully, and asked Irving to help pack these notebooks and take them away, and continue to "Taobao" in this basement.

I pulled the bottom drawer hard, unlike the ones I used to pull it open, and leaned down and looked towards the edge of the drawer, without a lock.

Han Xuan took off his gloves and knocked on the drawer. It was hollow inside and the sound was very loud.

Pull the drawer above it directly out and put it at your feet, reach out to touch the drawer at the bottom of the desk.

As the sound of metal and wood colliding sounded, the one I bought was a revolver, which looked very historical.

He skillfully disassembled the bullet nest and only had one bullet installed inside. He poured the bullet out and observed against the light. The surface of the copper shell was covered with scratches.

Han Xuan could only guess that this was prepared by Old Neilman for suicide, otherwise he would not be able to think of other reasons to explain why he only loaded a bullet in the revolver.

It is not enough to hit others, but it is absolutely enough to point the gun at yourself.

Putting the gun and bullet down, Han Xuan continued to touch it inside, and there was nothing else. When his fingers touched the bottom of the drawer, it felt like a piece of paper and was slippery.

I took the thing out with my fingers, and it was only when I saw it a photo of Old Neilman and a boy in my teenage years old.

In the photo, Old Neilman is already very old.

But his appearance is younger than he is now, probably because he took a photo about ten years ago.

What made Han Xuan very surprised was that when Old Neilman took this photo, he actually smiled.

It was not too obvious, but his eyes were down and his mouth was up. According to the psychology of micro-expression, he was clearly smiling.

I can't help but guess who this boy is.

Judging from his appearance, he definitely does not have the German origin of Old Neilman, which means he is not his son.

Turn the photo over and there is a line of words written on it: "To my eternal teacher, your knowledge is like the stars in the sky, which has benefited me endlessly and found my true self Terry Nicholas."

His name was not mentioned by Old Neilman just now, and the person investigating him never mentioned the boy.

Han Xuan stared at the word "teacher", then turned the photo over and observed it carefully.

When I saw clearly, there was an animal that was peeled on the boy's left foot, not sure if it was a rabbit or a dog, but the boy had a bright smile and blood on his hands.

It was instantly creepy!

Han Xuan's back was numb, and the coolness rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Because he remembered that there was a book on the bookshelf just now, which was "The Legend of the Four Seasons" written by Stephen King in 1982.

In that book, there is not only the movie "The Shawshank Redemption", but also another article called "The Nazi Apostles".

It is about a boy who accidentally met an old Nazi. Driven by curiosity, he went to the Nazi every day and asked him to tell the story of the concentration camp.

Over time, the boy was influenced by the old Nazis and eventually turned from a normal person to a perverted murderer who specialized in killing homeless men and prostitutes.

Han Xuan never dared to underestimate the wisdom of old Neilman. You can know from the books filled with two walls that he is still learning until he is old.

I hope Old Neilman will not learn the plot in the book and do stupid things...

Han Xuan left the photo and ran quickly to the living room.

After finding the book "Four Seasons Strange Tales" by Stephen King on the bookshelf, I found that the papers describing "The Nazi Apostles" were almost broken, I closed the book.

He has actually seen it, and more than once.

After closing his eyes and sorting out his thoughts, he said to the bodyguards around him: "Tell Galgernon and Du Ersha to be careful, and immediately transfer Old Neilman to the headquarters of the Helena FBI and send someone to guard the situation in the most strict way.

I'll call Agent Edgar to explain this.

Don't tell the FBI why he was seized, and then notify them after 6 a.m. tomorrow.

It is said that there is a student taught by Alos Brenner in the United States or other countries. His name is Terry Nicholas.

Since childhood, he has been cruel and violent and anti-human personality, and may have become a serial murderer..."

At the same time, a young white man in his twenties came down from a RV with a Philadelphia license plate next to Highway 4O, Tennessee, USA.

He smiled at the old man who had a car broken down on the roadside, looking harmless in humans and animals, and asked, "Sir, do you need me to repair your car?"

"Of course! Thank you for your help, enthusiastic young man!"

"It's okay, so did you come out alone..." (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!