(It’s hard to say whether this is bad news or not. Our community has been blocked. There may be two updates in the next few days. It depends on my mood.)
The 18th arrondissement of Paris is located in the north of Paris. There is a hill here, which is the famous Montmartre, the Sacré-Coeur Church, Place de la Cote, and the world-famous Moulin Rouge.
However, there is also a more alternative attraction here, the Paris Catacombs. It is said that the total length is more than 300 kilometers, and there will be 6 million corpses inside. They are mainly distributed in the 4th, 5th and 15th districts of Paris and the underground of Montmartre.
Since the Middle Ages, these places have been quarries. Similar to Notre Dame de Paris and the Arc de Triomphe, stone buildings in urban Paris are mostly constructed of stones excavated underground in Paris.
In the 18th century, due to the plague outbreak in Paris, a large number of Paris residents died, and the area of cemeteries on the ground was seriously insufficient, so that the city was littered with corpses. So the mayor at the time decided to dig pits, bury the dead in the soil, and then bury the rest a month later.
The bones underneath were taken out and filled into underground tunnels and some underground buildings, so that some underground tunnels would lead to these underground buildings filled with bones.
By the early 20th century, workers continued to develop the tunnels' sophistication. They further developed the tunnels as communication conduits for telephone lines. During World War II, these intricate underground passages were used for the Free French's secret headquarters, a secret headquarters.
The famous underground hall was also used as a wartime shelter.
So far, only less than 1% of these tombs are open, and many of them are strictly prohibited for tourists. However, every year there are people who are not afraid of death and explore the underground tombs and then disappear, becoming part of the urban ghost stories.
In a building that seemed to be under renovation in Montmartre, Boulier led Wang Shangen through the porch and opened an old gate. Behind it was a downward passage. There was no gloomy darkness inside as he imagined.
It was brightly lit, and this catacomb had been transformed into a camp under Paris. It definitely didn't happen in a day or two.
Dozens of people wearing different clothes, obviously from Southeast Asia, gathered here. The area inside was filled with various weapons, equipment and explosives. It was obvious that these people were definitely not traveling in a group.
"Sean, you can consider my proposal first. You have to know that if it weren't for my lack of manpower, I would never share this task. It is so simple, and you can get hundreds of people with just a little time.
Wan's income." Burrell's words were like the devil's temptation, which made Wang Shangen very excited.
But he also knew that this guy definitely didn't explain the entire mission to him. It was just a matter of listening to him. Anyone who believed it would be a fool.
Wang Shangen smiled and said, "I will consider it, but you know my people also have other tasks. Why don't we sit down and have a drink sometime and talk about the details."
"That's great." Blier hugged him warmly, as if the business had been negotiated, "That's what we've settled on. I have something to do in the fourth area, so you can rest first."
, Blier turned around and walked out of the underground passage, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he cursed in a low voice, "This damn yellow-skinned monkey."
Neither of them is going to let go. One wants to use the other as a weapon, and the other will never agree without hearing a specific offer. It can be regarded as a match.
The Peninsula Hotel in Paris (don’t worry about the time, I know it hasn’t opened in 2011), “What secrets do you think my brother is hiding from us?” Xu Ziwen was lying on the hotel bed, holding Dong Qin’s slender thighs.
"Can you go back to your room?" Dong Qin was almost annoyed to death by this guy that night.
Xu Ziwen remained unmoved and talked with his good sisters with great interest about the interesting things about Xu Chuan and himself when they were young. Dong Qin held a magazine in her hand and listened, with a slight smile on her lips.
"After he graduated from junior high school, he actually ran away from home without telling everyone. And we later learned that he had prepared for this for three years, including funds, routes, and luggage. This guy told everyone that he was going to
I went to my grandpa’s house in Suzhou to spend the summer vacation. Even grandpa didn’t suspect anything, and he called us every day to tell us that he was safe. If my brother’s uncle hadn’t called us later to ask about his situation, this guy… hmph.” Xu Ziwen thought of what happened at that time.
I hate it so much that my teeth itch.
In fact, what she didn't know was that Xu Chuan had also deceived his grandfather at that time. His uncle only called because he was on a business trip to the capital and wanted to come over to meet him. This exposed his trick.
Xu Ziwen continued, "You don't know, he went to set up a street stall after school in order to collect travel expenses. In order to deceive others, he said it was a social practice arranged by the school. He also wrote a lot of information and won an award at the school. Everyone believed it.
, and I even went to help him."
"It's not like your family has no money, why did he use this method?" Dong Qin thought it was really funny, but this matter was indeed Xu Chuan's style.
"How could we have any money at that time? Well, not at all." Xu Ziwen pressed his lips and thought for a moment, "Each of us has a card, but we can't withdraw cash. At that time, he was a junior high school student and his usual pocket money
It’s all known, everyone knows how much it cost, there’s no way to hide it.”
Not only that, Xu Chuan also cashed out that card, but the amount each time was very small. In three years and thirty-six months, he only cashed out less than 50,000 yuan. For this trip, he used almost everything
To top it off, he tried all kinds of methods. If it weren't for the fact that it was too easy to go wrong, he would have thought about setting up loan sharks in the school. He had collected information on all the children of wealthy families in the school, but in the end he didn't because of the risk.
Implementation.
"Then he sets up a street stall..." Dong Qin couldn't help but smile. She really couldn't connect Xu Chuan's image with this incident. "Is he selling things?", all the street vendors in her impression were like this.
of.
"No, do you know about traps?" Xu Ziwen finally let go of Dong Qin and sat up.
"certainly."
"Believe me, it's completely different from what you think. Others put some small toys and ornaments, but he put cash." Xu Ziwen, who was eleven or twelve years old at the time, certainly couldn't see how this business was related to you.
It doesn't really matter what is on the ground. The foundation of this business is the small and the big.
During one summer vacation that year, he was able to earn 800-1,000 yuan in net profit every day from this business. He simply put money out just because he was too lazy to purchase goods, but in the end he was banned by the joint law enforcement.
"However, do you think that if his plan was discovered by everyone at that time, would my brother go to high school honestly, and then stay at home until he graduates from college? Ah, but in that case, he might not be able to get to know each other.
is you."
Xu Ziwen was talking to himself, completely unaware that his good friend's face had turned pale.