Enry Lewis has an ordinary reputation, he also has an ordinary life experience, ordinary appearance, ordinary family, the deposit number on the bank card is ordinary, the home in the apartment is ordinary, his wife's job is ordinary, and his daughter's grades are ordinary

Very ordinary.

But he has an unusual job. He is the night shift deputy leader of a security team at the Louvre.

The Louvre is the pearl of Paris and the pride of the French. As the defender of the Louvre and the many artworks in the Louvre, Enry Louis feels that he is a hero and a national hero, so he likes to be called Mr. Louis.

, rather than the more relatable Eun-seo.

The status of the night shift team is lower than that of the day shift team, but Mr. Louis does not think so, because most people who dare to make ideas for the Louvre come in the middle of the night, so the responsibilities are heavier and the status should be higher. Unfortunately, the night shift team

The work schedule of the team is opposite to that of ordinary people, but the salary is the same as that of the day shift team. Mr. Lewis felt a little unhappy, but he never complained to anyone, because heroes don't care about these details.

Superman saves people from the fire and does not ask people for money to put out fires; Spider-Man helps the police catch bad guys and never asks for bounties; The Flash has never asked others for the wear and tear of shoes.

Of course, threads rely on mutation, and rich people rely on technology. Superheroes like Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne naturally don't need material compensation. They are the ones who pay people's salaries.

As usual, Mr. Lewis came home from get off work at eight o'clock in the morning. He kissed his wife at the door who was sending his daughter to school, touched his daughter's head, washed himself, put on an eye mask, and slept until five o'clock in the afternoon. His wife got off work, Then the daughter came back, and the family truly became a family.

I was eating the food my wife cooked that wasn't that good, listening to her complaining about the troubles she encountered at work, and watching my daughter awkwardly mixing the food on the plate together and then slowly sorting it into categories. I just felt like this

His life was quite happy and he was quite satisfied, so he simply ate more.

Then his wife began to complain, saying that he had gained weight and must pay attention to his diet.

Mr. Lewis smiled sheepishly and scratched his bald head. He got married late and has a young wife and children. He loves his current life and knows how to cherish it.

At ten o'clock in the evening, after putting his daughter to bed, he put on a dark blue security uniform, a dark blue peaked cap, and a dark blue woolen coat.

At half past ten, he quietly walked into his daughter's bedroom, kissed his sleeping daughter on her forehead, kissed his wife's red lips, picked up the flashlight that had been with him for more than ten years, like a short stick, and walked out of the house.

It was still snowing, the snow was heavier than during the day, and the temperature was even colder than during the day. Mr. Lewis tightened the collar of his coat, wrapped the wide collar around his neck and even half of the back of his head, lowered his head and walked through the snow.

We walked forward, the weather was not suitable for driving, it was a bit cold, but heroes are always not afraid of the cold.

The snow quickly piled on Mr. Lewis's shoulders and visor, and gradually became a little heavy. Therefore, he did not feel the invisible hand that could block the falling snowflakes and gently cover his head.

Everything went dark, and the hero Mr. Lewis lost consciousness.

…

When I opened my eyes again, I felt hungry and cold. What I smelled was a pungent odor. The smell obviously came from excrement and not from rotting corpses.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the ground. There was a dim small lamp high above my head. The lampshade was actually rolled out of old cardboard. I don't know how many years it had been roasted by the lamp, and the paper surface was already burnt.

The light was circled, and the slightly focused paper surface did not reflect much light, so it only illuminated a small area of ​​the ground and him lying on the ground.

The ground was a little damp and slippery. It had not been washed for many years. The piles of dirt even made the floor uneven. Mr. Lewis sat up with his body propped up. He didn't notice any discomfort, but he didn't remember how he got here at all.

Got here.

With the dim light, he looked around. There was a toilet in the left corner. The smell came from there. There was a small bed in the right corner. It was very narrow, about the same width as a park bench, and could only accommodate a small bed.

A person was lying on his back. There were two pieces of cloth on the bed, which were extremely dirty. One was a sheet and the other was a quilt.

This is everything in the small room. There is a thick iron door behind it, which is rusty but very strong.

Mr. Lewis immediately thought of two possibilities, both of which frightened him, but he was more inclined to the former, so he began to look around.

He hoped to find a compact tape recorder, and he hoped to hear a distorted male voice coming from the tape recorder: "Hello, Mr. Lewis, I want to play a game with you..."

Unfortunately, there was no recording equipment or playback equipment, either in the toilet or under the cot. Naturally, it was impossible to see the pale puppet image with circles on its face.

It seems that the second possibility is more likely and more terrifying.

I knocked hard on the thick door. The sound was very deep and made people feel depressed. After about two minutes, the small window on the door suddenly slid open, revealing a gas mask. The small window was very flat and could only be seen.

The dark eye shield on the gas mask, the light outside is very strong, a bit dazzling.

Just as he was about to speak, Mr. Lewis suddenly heard someone shouting loudly. He could hear the two voices in front clearly, but he couldn't understand them. They looked like Chinese. The third voice that followed was shouting in English.

I can probably understand it, but the guy's accent is too strong and I can't hear clearly. He seems to be protesting, asking to contact the Chinese Embassy, ​​and asking to call home.

Probably because he saw the person knocking on the door with his mouth open and not speaking, the person wearing a gas mask outside closed the small window again with a "swish" sound, and suddenly the small room became quiet again.

But Mr. Lewis's ears were not quiet. He could hear his own heartbeat, which was deafening.

He walked to the small bed in a daze and sat down on the bed. The wooden bench-like small bed made an unpleasant squeaking sound, which seemed to be a protest, but Mr. Lewis did not hear it. He was not even in front of him now.

The stench coming from the toilet can no longer be smelled.

The Louvre has never been very peaceful, but real threatening thieves rarely appear. There are also extremely valuable works of art elsewhere, so there is no need to come to the Louvre to steal things. Therefore, Mr. Louis has worked for nearly twenty years.

Years ago, I only encountered a robber once.

At that time, he was still young and just the lowest member of the security team. Naturally, he was very excited when the night shift team caught the thief. He thought it would cause a sensation. Unexpectedly, the next day, everyone seemed to have forgotten about it.

The big thief also disappeared.

Mr. Lewis never mentioned that incident to others. It was not until he had worked for many years that he learned about the existence of the Black Prison, but he didn’t know where it was. Ten years ago, he had become the deputy team leader. He heard that the Black Prison had been changed.

place, but still don’t know where it was changed.

He only knows that people who enter the black prison never come out.

He also heard about the day team's capture of several thieves some time ago. It seems that one was killed and three were captured. They were all Chinese. He heard that they were very capable and they all came to display the famous painting.

In the warehouse, something went wrong for some unknown reason. He was discovered and caught and sent to a black jail.

There were two voices speaking Chinese just now, and one speaking English with a strong Chinese accent. I heard that they were cooperating. Could it be that... I was being coaxed in person?

But even if he is regarded as an internal agent, there is no need to be treated as a thief and thrown into a black prison! Then he thought that if he is an internal agent, then he knows the existence of the thief. If the thief is to disappear from the world, then he will naturally follow him.

evaporation.

Jumping up from the bed, Mr. Lewis quickly walked to the iron door. Just as he raised his fist to knock on the door again, his fist stopped in the air again.

The black jail is not an ordinary prison. The people detained here have no right to appeal, no right to relax, no right to bask in the sun, and no right to freedom.

In other words, he will die in this room filled with stench.

…

"What if he doesn't know?" Yu Ye looked at the display bottle in front of him, put the strap of the gas mask on his finger and kept swinging it.

"After working for twenty years, he will definitely be able to find out something." Liang Jun sat next to him and said confidently.

"The question is, does he dare to say anything about the underworld?"

"Mr. Louis is the best target. He has a stable job, a wife and children, no affair, and not too many thoughts. Such a person is simple, easily satisfied, loyal to his family, and will be afraid when he is concerned. In order to go home,

He will use all means, which is more effective than putting a gun directly on his head." Liang Jun peeled off a candy and threw it into his mouth.

…

Mr. Lewis was having a fierce psychological struggle. He had indeed inquired about a lot of things, but the more he inquired, the more horrified he felt. The water was too deep and too cold. He was afraid that he would not be able to reach the shore after swimming for a while, so he forcibly stopped.

, and bury what he learned deep in his heart.

He didn't know if he could use those dusty things as chips. This was gambling. If the other party knew that he had these things, it might cause even greater trouble.

But what can I do? I thought of my wife’s pouty lips when she was angry, my daughter’s eyelashes trembling slightly when she was sleeping, and I thought that I would probably die here and become another stench in this small room.

It smelled bad, and his wife and daughter were still waiting for him at home, so he felt his heart throbbing.

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Lewis stood up, walked to the door with firm steps, and knocked on the iron door.

This is an unreasonable place, but that does not mean that all people here are unreasonable.

"Please help me contact Mr. Baptiste, 'Watchdog' Baptiste."
Chapter completed!