A bulldog with yellow zongzi hair and large white spots came out of the dark and bad environment.

Its face was full of flesh folds, the flesh on both sides of its mouth drooped, and it stuck out its tongue to lick its nose, looking stupid and cute.

At this moment, the bulldog was not as fierce as usual. It shook its tail hard, opened its mouth, and saliva flowed out along the corners of its mouth.

Han Xuan put his finger beside his mouth and signaled him not to yell, and the bulldog's tail suddenly shook faster.

I reached in and twisted the lock of the iron door. With the sound of clicking, it was already opened, but it couldn't be pushed open.

When I touched it down, there was a door latch, no, there were two.

He opened the iron door tie, then opened the iron chain buckle, Han Xuan pushed the door and walked in, took off his gloves and squatted in front of the bulldog, and rubbed his head with his hands.

He looked around and found a plastic bucket containing dog food in the cabinet, poured some of it and put it in its bowl, pushed the bulldog into the nest, and said, "Don't scream loudly after eating and sleeping, have you heard it?"

The Bulldog was about to call him to answer him, but Han Xuan pinched his mouth, fell down silently, and stuck out his tongue to eat the bear biscuits.

As for its old owner, the matter of telling it to guard the door was long forgotten by the bulldog.

The bodyguards outside the door were dumbfounded. Don’t look at the bulldog as stupid, it is actually a very fierce dog.

It was once used as a fighting dog. Many prisoners of war were killed in the Colosseum centuries ago. Westerners like to use them in the guards' houses, but they didn't expect it to be so easy to deal with.

Turn on the desk lamp and dimmed the light, Han Xuan observed the actual internal dimensions of the house, wanting to know if there is any difference between it and the external volume.

In order to avoid the war, many German residents built secret rooms at home, but this room did not. Apart from the thickness of the wall, the actual size should be the same.

Gabriel lay on the ground, constantly tapping the wooden floor with his fingers, listening to the echo with his ears, not even letting go of the toilet or the kitchen. After a while, he said, "There is no basement, it is all solid."

Looking at the decoration style here, it hasn't been changed for a long time. I almost thought that when I came to Germany decades ago, how could people now leave TV and phone?"

"Imagine the old Nazi, it seems that Mr. Connerus Gulrit lived the same life as Old Neilman."

Han Xuan saw that there were several large pieces of water stains on the surface of the wall wallpaper, with some mold spots on it. The unpleasant smell in the room was emitted from these moldy places, which meant that the roof had leaked.

A few days ago, I heard from Old Neilman that he gave Gulrit's father a batch of oil paintings, and oil paintings were most afraid of moisture and bad situations.

If stored in a place with water vapor for a long time, mold will also be produced on the surface of the oil painting like this wall. Many oil paintings with a long history have traces of mold left by mold.

Han Xuan was immediately distressed. Connerus Gulrit's father was a famous art dealer, and he would not know this.

He turned to the bodyguards and said, "If I was right, those paintings might not be here, and this house is not suitable for storing oil paintings."

"What should I do? My God, I won't be in vain, right?" Gabriel asked in a low voice. After the matter was done, he would have another commission. The money he received was flying, so how could he not be in a hurry?

Han Xuan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not clear yet that European families have a tradition of keeping diaries. Many famous paintings have traces to follow, so he dare not sell them everywhere.

The thing must be still in Gulrit's hands, and there are more than a thousand paintings, and he might have hid somewhere."

George muttered, "Hey! This old man is so smart.

My grandfather participated in World War II and after landing in Normandy, he stole a gold pocket watch from the French nobleman.

Before he could get enough heat, he was chased back by the owner when he was sold. The name of someone was engraved on it. It was impossible not to be able to do it.

He can hide for so long!”

“It’s easier to lose if you lose it.

People like Gulrit have regarded painting as part of their lives. Judging from the environment at home, they are probably single for the rest of their lives.

In order not to let the secrets be leaked, they cannot make friends, and they cannot marry women, because no one can trust them. He and the old Nazi Neilman are completely the same person."

Han Xuan observed this house that was almost the same as the old Neilman's house, with a water cup and a chair, without photos

I couldn't help but sigh that these two people, who were thousands of miles apart, actually lived the same life in different places.

Being enemies with the whole world and being marginalized by the border, it is indeed a terrible thing.

Gabriel thought of something and asked, "What about you, if you keep these things, won't you become like them, right?

Then it would be better if you don’t have these things, so you can save yourself worrying all day long.”

Han Xuan rolled his eyes to him and said, "Ten thousand people have to rely on me for their meals. I won't do anything too outrageous.

These things are nothing to me, they don’t affect me, they are just an interesting experience.

OK, don't waste time, find clues about those things first."

Jason said: "It's not easy to let him speak. Do you know what Du Ersha's nickname was when he was a mercenary? Death Surgeon!

In his hands, no one could help but speak. Even the top agent was no exception. He asked him to chat with the old man for a few minutes, and he could ask if he had not urinated when he was a child."

"You've also been a mercenary?"

When Han Xuan heard the strange nickname, he looked disgusted and was far away from Du Er's stupidity.

He knew that these guys had secrets, otherwise the old man would not be so relieved that the former military personnel would participate in some things that were inconvenient to deal with at home.

Du Ersha had worked in the Navy Seals for a while before, and Han Xuan only knew this. Now, he accidentally learned that he had also been a mercenary, which was really a little surprised.

Compared with the mercenaries who are imagining serious and have a hot temper, the differences in their personalities are too big.

"Well, during the Gulf War, when saving a colonel, he got the wrong medical report and treated the ordinary burn as a white phosphorus burn, and amputated his arm.

Later I found out that there was still a rescue. The damn guy almost shot me. He was a major general in the Pentagon and immediately expelled me from the military and did not send me to the military court for trial. It was a good thing.

After that, I lost my job, so I took advantage of the many employment opportunities for mercenaries and went to the Middle East for more than a year..."

Du Ersha seemed to be telling a trivial matter, and she made a miserable expression of tears at the right time, and said while walking up the stairs.

Han Xuan found that they were skilled in wearing black silk hoods, like bandits, and were playing tactical gestures that they couldn't understand.

I suddenly thought to myself, who are these guys who have been with me for nearly a year... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!