Winter season.

The Rhone River leading to the Mediterranean Sea is rainy and rainy. On one side of the Rhone River is a green field, and on the other side is Arles, the small town where Van Gogh once lived. Although this beautiful Mediterranean town is not big, it is unique. Most of the buildings in the town are made of beige granite. If it is a sunny day, standing on a high place to browse, it will be like an ancient Roman town made of gold.

Therefore, summer is the peak tourist season for this town. It not only has historic buildings and endless Mediterranean style, but also the famous Paliadi Easter Festival and Rice Cultivation Festival, which are quite local. In addition, every year, In July, the town will also hold a large-scale international photography exhibition, and women in gorgeous Provence national costumes will walk around the streets, making the town full of a cheerful and lively atmosphere.

However, it is winter now.

Affected by the Mediterranean, it often rains in Arles in winter, which is not a good time for tourism. The empty town is soaked in the cold rain, like an empty ruin.

Dusk is approaching and the sky is getting darker.

A white three-story yacht sailed through the drizzle, sailed through the wind and waves in the empty Rhone River, and headed towards Arles. After a moment it stopped beside a broken bridge pier, where a blue plastic roof floated onto a pontoon stand.

After the yacht came over, a tall and strong Asian man walked out of the cab. He was wearing a tight white long-sleeved T-shirt, a truck driver hat with a "i love paris" and a slightly lowered head, making people feel Unable to see his appearance, he stood in the yacht corridor and shouted to the old man who was napping in a floating boat in obvious tone, "Sir, help me add some diesel!"

Maybe the old man with wrinkles and white hair was sleeping too well, or maybe the wind and rain were too noisy, and the old man who was in a dream was sitting in a rocking chair with a thin blanket, without moving at all.

So the man had to jump from the yacht to the floating boat in the rain. He moved lightly, without making any sound when walking, his steps were like a cat, or to be precise, like a tiger. He walked around and walked to the central duty room without finding any abnormalities. Then he raised his hand and knocked on the glass window a few times, waking up the old man who was sleeping soundly.

The old man walked out of the duty room with sleepy eyes. When the cold wind blew with the cold rain, he immediately shivered. So he walked back tremblingly, slowly put on his work clothes, and then he was in the middle of the day. The man muttered French with invisible urging, and came to the tanker, pulling out the long-mouthed refueling gun.

The old man shouted in unsmooth English at the man standing next to him: "Hey! Turn off all engines, electric motors and kitchen stoves, turn off the main switch of the battery, and ask everyone on the boat to come down..."

"It's all closed." The man replied, then he turned his head and asked, "Is there a shop here? I need to buy something... food, water, drinks, etc...."

"Of course. Where can there be no shops!" The old man turned around and pointed to a towering spire on the shore. The town was full of bungalows and no particularly tall buildings. The spires of the spire standing in the wind and rain were all landmark buildings. “There is a supermarket there, you can buy everything you want, whether it is food, water or fishing gear or something!”

The man said "Thank you". The old man was about to ask if you were the only one on the boat when he heard the man shouting to the cabin in Chinese: "Xiaomei! Come out and go buy something."

A very high female voice came from the yacht. After a moment, a tall woman with short hair wearing straight jeans and a light pink 21-year-old early spring moncler down jacket walked out of the yacht.

Just as the woman jumped onto the floating boat with her long legs, the wind and rain seemed to stop for a second. The old man holding the oil gun was stunned. He stared at the short-haired beauty and talked to the man for a few words, putting the pocket of the down jacket.

He put on his hat and rushed into the rain curtain, and then he suddenly realized and said to the man beside him: "so beautiful! What an elf-like girl."

The man ignored the old man's praise and said quickly: "Come on. There is no one else on the boat."

The old man reluctantly withdrew his gaze that stared at the woman's departure back, turned on the refueling machine, then turned down to the man and said, "Open the lid!"

The trembling sound of the tanker broke the silence of the river. The man who was looking around, as if he was alert to something replied impatiently: "It's on, it's not locked!"

"oh! Do you want me, an old man, to bend down and help you open the gas tank cover?"

The man glanced at the old man with an expressionless face, and the old man immediately glared back, "What are you looking at? Are you from that country? Why are you so rude?"

The man did not answer, but took two steps, bowed to the drizzle of rain, stepped on the side of the boat, opened the fuel tank cover, and then whispered: "Fill it up."

The old man poked the refueling gun into the gas tank, hung the oil gun, looked at the rather luxurious double-decker yacht, and asked in confusion: "Is there going to sea in this weather?"

"Yeah!" After pausing, the man seemed to explain, "It's not a thunderstorm and windy day. A little bit of light rain is very suitable for fishing."

"Fishing is OK." The old man smiled ambiguously, "I think you can drive a little further. Maybe there will be no rain after going to sea farther. But if you come to our place to fish, it is actually better to go to Marseille. We don't have a fishing ground here,

Although there is a density flow, the nutrients on the seabed are not easy to spread, so there is very little bait. You might as well go to Marseille, where the scenery is good, you can catch hake and marlin in the fjord.

..... I am lucky to catch a bluefin tuna, which would make a fortune..." The old man glanced at the yacht again, waved his head and said, "Of course, it seems you

Not like a person who lacks money…”

The old man was chattering with great enthusiasm. The man stood aside and seemed to be listening, but in fact he was looking around quietly.

After finding a loophole, the man interrupted the old man and continued to popularize fishing and travel guides, and asked casually: "How long does it take to fill up?"

“Depending on how big your fuel tank is.”

"I really don't remember this..."

"I think there are at least 3,000 liters, wait! It's only twenty minutes." After pausing, the old man asked again, "Which country are you from? from Japanese?"

After seeing the short-haired beauty, the old man's curiosity about the two increased greatly. The man next to him was always absent-minded, but when the old man asked where they were from, the man suddenly tensed up. He turned around and stared at the old man, pretending to be

He said as if nothing had happened: "No, no, we are Canadans."

"Canadian? Japanese or Chinese? Are you here for vacation in France?" the old man continued to ask.

"We are Korean..." the man replied as he observed the old man's facial expression.

"It turns out to be Korean." The old man spread his hands, "I'm so sorry, I don't know much about you Asians... I only know one Asian star, what is the name...

The girl from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon... To be honest, she is not as beautiful as the girl just now, and not half of it. Oh my God! The first time I saw such a beautiful Asian girl, she was even better than Audrey Hepburn

It's going to be hot..."

"I've jumped into the gun."

The man interrupted the old man's gaze and turned around to pull out the gun. At this time, the man squinted his eyes and stared at the old man's slightly hunched neck, just like a tiger's focused look ready to go as he pounced on his prey.

The white yacht swayed slightly in the slanting wind and drizzle. The raindrops hit the green river water, stirring up ripples after ripples. An unknown big bird rose into the sky in the fields across the river.

The old man turned off the tanker and leaned over to grab the oil gun. The man's hand, which was originally hanging easily on his pants, condensed into a knife, and his gaze had locked on his weak neck. He took a light step forward.

It seemed as if he was about to take action, and at this moment, a shout came from afar.

"Brother Quan, help me lift things, it's so heavy!"

The man weakened his eyes, hesitated for two seconds, but put down his hand, turned around and walked off the floating boat, facing the short-haired beauty carrying two large plastic bags.

The old man was completely unaware of his experience of having just left in front of the gate of hell. He inserted his oil gun into the refueling machine and shouted at the man's back: "2404 euros, swipe the card or pay cash?"

Jing Quan said without looking back: "Pay."

After a while, the old man stood on the edge of the floating boat with 2500 euros and watched the yacht sail towards the sea outlet. Then he saw the ship number at the stern. He muttered in confusion: "So this ship is from Paris? How far has it been driven.

?”

The yacht quickly disappeared into the mist and rain. The old man looked down at the 2,500 euros in his hand, of which 96 euros were tips given to him by the rich Koreans. He put aside his doubts, walked back to the duty room, locked the 2,400 euros into the cash box,

The remaining one hundred euros were put into their pockets.

The biggest tip he had ever received in his life made him smile. The old man shook his head and said to himself, "It's enough to find an Asian miserable woman to have fun..."

He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. There was less than half an hour left before he got off work at half past five. The old man decided to get off work early today. It was still time to drive to Marseille.

After cleaning up the house, the old man went out to check the gasoline, recorded the gasoline meter value, and checked whether the gasoline leaked... After the routine work, the old man returned to the duty room and took off his blue work clothes.

, put on a plaid suit, put on the same plaid baseball cap, and walked out of the duty room and closed the door and locked it.

At this moment, a patrol boat with the French flag rushed towards the floating boat. The iron-gray hull broke through the rolling blue waves and splashed countless white water. Before the old man could get out of the floating boat,

Docked at the location where the yacht was docked not long ago.

Then a man in French police uniform came out of the cockpit. Before the police could speak, the old man stood on the stairs of the floating boat and shouted: "It's already off work! Please go to Port Saint-Louis in front to cheer up."

The old man was very unhappy and had no fear of the policeman with a pistol on his waist and the 30mm naval gun standing on the deck of the patrol boat.

The policeman raised his hand and tidied up the big-brimmed hat, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm disturbing you. I won't come on. I just have some questions to ask you."

"What's the problem? Please hurry up!"

"Have you seen any strange people or ships lately?"

"Strange people and ships?" the old man frowned.

"Yes! Especially have you seen any Asians!"

"Yes! Yes!" The old man became excited. He took back his feet that had stepped on the stairs and walked to the patrol boat and asked excitedly, "Are you chasing the terrorists attacked in Paris?"

The policeman nodded and said, "That's right! Have you encountered anything?"

"Just just now, a yacht from Paris had been refueled here. There were two Canadian Koreans on the yacht!" "Paris?" The policeman who had a casual attitude just now stood up straight and seriously

Asked, "Have you said anything to them?"

The old man immediately poured beans into the bamboo tube and said what had just happened, and did not forget to emphasize, "That short-haired girl is so beautiful."

While listening to the old man's long-winded narrative, the police looked up at the floating boat. When they saw a camera above the tanker, they interrupted the old man's meaningless statement and asked: "Where is the computer storing surveillance video?"

The old man pointed to the duty room and said, "In the room."

The policeman glanced at the duty room and asked, "How big is the boat? How much oil has been added in total?"

"A 30-meter-long yacht is considered large, and it adds about 2,600 liters of diesel." The old man pinched the money in his pocket and decided not to tell the story of collecting 96 euros tips.

The police smiled and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The old man spread his hands and asked very strangely: "Don't I need to adjust the surveillance to you?"

"No, no, I'll do it myself." The policeman shook his head, then raised his hand casually, and a red light flashed. Before the old man's face could dissipate, it turned into a flame in the air.

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The police disappeared from the spot. In just over ten seconds, he walked out of the duty room with a computer case in his arms. He closed the door with his heels and jumped to the door of the patrol boat cockpit like a bird.

The patrol boat that did not turn off the engine, increased its horsepower, and did not delay for a second, leaving the floating boat.

The noisy engine sound gradually faded away, and the wet river wind instantly blew away the burnt smell on the floating boat, as if nothing had happened here.

After a while, when it was getting dark, another patrol boat with an iris flag came to the side of the floating boat. The people on it looked at it and found that no one left quickly...

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The Mediterranean is quite windy and waves at night. The small yacht, which is still a giant in the Rhone River, is like a toy boat in the embrace of the Mediterranean. It follows the wind and the stars and the moon, gradually moving away from the vaguely lit coastline towards Sardinia, Italy.

The direction is fast. Jingquan sets up the automatic driving, and walks out of the cockpit and gets down the bottom warehouse. There is a small living room and five guest rooms. At this time, the door of the guest room is tightly closed, and on the sofa in the living room
To be continued...