"Hua San... how far is it?" Gu Tie asked vaguely while chewing food.
"Warsaw." The bearded man thought for a while. "It's two hundred kilometers. If you ride... it won't take long to get there."
"What are you riding on? Ride..." Gu Tie whined twice, imitating the movements of a horse.
The ranger had a strange expression on his face and looked at him: "No. Ride...boom." He made several movements of accelerating the gas pedal with his right hand.
"Motorcycle, okay." Old Gu Tie blushed and tried to eat more.
The bearded man spent half an hour asking about Gu Tie's origins. The cunning Chinese pretended not to understand the key words and just shook his head. The ranger looked like he hadn't chatted with anyone for a long time. He couldn't tell the reason and just looked after himself. After introducing himself thoroughly and after finishing the meal, Gu Tie even knew where his unmarried fiancée had a mole on her face.
This bearded man who looks tough but is actually kind is called Ed Jasinski. After retiring from the Polish Army, he has been working in the forest area about 20 kilometers away from Białystok. His fiancee lives in the city. He teaches at a university and is scheduled to get married next spring. As for why he speaks International Language, the bearded man said frankly that it is to pick up girls.
It turns out that the city of Bialystok is the hometown of Ludwik Zamenhof, the founder of Esperanto, and Jacob Zappino, the founder of the Esperanto Association. No matter what the atmosphere is outside, in this place, Esperanto is still spoken. It's a very fashionable thing. Ed's fiancée speaks fluent Esperanto. In order to pursue her, the bearded man worked hard for half a year and finally achieved success not long ago.
Gu Tie suddenly realized it. He said to him with deep sympathy that in distant China, most people are obsessed with playing guitar, writing poetry, playing basketball and other behaviors for the same purpose. At least he himself used the technique of playing the piano and singing to become popular in colleges and universities. Mr. Zamenhof’s original intention of universal unity is correct. But it is wrong to try to unify the global language. It should be noted that men in the world are already a virtue. Why do they have to use the same language to redefine it.
The two men hugged each other's shoulders and ate freshly dried apples. They drank half a bottle of vodka. Gu Tie also felt that speaking Esperanto was becoming more and more fluent... It was not as difficult as he thought. think.
After eating a hearty meal and chatting with Ed for a while, most of his strength was restored. Gu Tie wiped his face, hands, and feet with hot water. He put on Ed's oversized shirt, jeans, and boots. He suddenly felt refreshed. Refreshing. Rejuvenated.
"Lao Ai." He patted the Polish man on the shoulder familiarly. "I'm going to the Chinese Consulate now to report the loss of my documents and apply for emergency funds. Can you lend me your motorcycle?"
"Take it." Ed threw a bunch of keys. "The car is behind the house. Treat her well."
Just as he walked out of the door, a train rumbled past. Gu Tie squinted his eyes. There was another truck. It was hard to tell what secrets were hidden in the dark carriage... If you do a good job in the railway department, you can take advantage of it. The train entry and exit was indeed a very good idea. Gu Tie helplessly praised the Japanese in his heart... and the decoration was so luxurious. Quite a hedonist.
The bearded man continued to peel apples in front of the house. Gu Tie turned to the back of the house and took a look. He was surprised again. "Damn." The legendary member of IPU, who had experienced many battles, covered his mouth and widened his eyes. His face was full of disbelief. .
Parked in the forest glade is an orange-painted Harley-Davidson 1984 Fat Boy motorcycle. Under the horseshoe-shaped fuel tank with the fluttering Harley logo is a shiny chrome-plated air-cooled V-twin engine. .Seventeen-inch mirror-polished bullet-hole wheels reflect the sunlight in the forest and dazzle people's eyes.
"Ed." Gu Tie shouted.
The ranger came over in a hurry. "What's wrong, Gu Tie?"
"You, you, you..." Gu Tie pointed to the motorcycle with a trembling voice. "Tell me. Please. Tell me. This beautiful lady burns gasoline..."
"Of course. 1.584-liter gasoline engine. Dual exhaust pipes. No muffler." Ed laughed proudly. "According to Polish tax law, veterans do not have to pay fuel tax and environmental tax within ten years after leaving the army. I immediately I took her home. But please be careful. The rear brake disc is severely worn. It is not easy to find spare parts for this model now.
Gu Tie suppressed the excitement in his heart and slowly stretched out his hand to return the key to the ranger: "Ed, give the key back to you first. I will find another way to enter the city. When I come back, I must ride her. I said real……"
"Don't you know how to ride a bicycle? Do you want me to take you into the city?" Ed took the key in confusion.
"No, no. Other reasons." Gu Tie turned around and left the hut. He waved and said, "I'll be back before dark. I'll bring some wine for you to drink. Do you hear me? Wait for me."
No man can resist the temptation of a motorcycle. Especially this motorcycle is a representative American heavy-duty motorcycle that has been out of production for nearly 30 years. It was Schwarzenegger's car in the "Terminator" movie. But thinking about it this time, it is not too much. Suitable for excessive publicity. Gu Tie could only reluctantly give up this bright and shiny guy with a loud exhaust that could attract everyone's attention from a kilometer away.
Touching the pistol and tactical dagger at his waist, he felt a little guilty for not telling his new friend the purpose of the trip. In the endless chat with Ed just now, Gu Tie learned that Bialystok is an important city in eastern Poland. Railway hub. Hydrogen-powered locomotives coming from the direction of Belarus usually stop in Bialystok for a long time to cool down the fuel cell stack. For trucks, the stop time may be as long as one and a half hours.
Calculate the time. It was only an hour before he jumped off the train. The train carrying the secret base and secret cage of 100 million jade fragments should still be at the Bialystok train station. Gu Tie decided to approach the train secretly to check the movement. Hasegawa Bensaka, who has not been seen since the attack on him, has always been a worry for him.
Walking on the forest path with fresh air, and the sun shining through the gaps in the leaves, Gu Tie felt that what happened in the previous two days was very far away from him. His mood at this moment was even a little happy.
After walking briskly for a few minutes at a speed of 10 kilometers per hour, Gu Tie found an empty vacation cabin in the forest. He apologized in his heart, unlocked the door and walked in. He found a lot of useful things.
Five minutes later, a guy with grayish hair, a small yellow beard, and a peaked cap appeared on a forest path in eastern Poland riding a bicycle. He looked like a worker coming off work from a suburban factory. I was riding leisurely on my way home.
A little coffee, a little beer, and a little heating can turn the hair into the color that can be seen throughout Eastern Europe. Although the hair on the animal skin is too delicate, it is still more credible to disguise the beard for a short time after dyeing.
Gu Tie's appearance is originally more cosmopolitan, with less prominent Mongoloid features. He used glue and clay to slightly widen the forehead covered by his hair, and applied shadows to the root of the nose to create a visual error of an upturned nose tip. ..After a simple transformation, an ordinary Slavic man who is not noticeable appears. Whether in Poland, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, or in Eastern European countries, such an appearance is enough to be invisible in the eyes of the police and trackers.
Of course, the premise is that no one initiates a Polish conversation with Gu Tie.
Gu Tie pedaled his bicycle forward, constantly thinking about the possible situations he might encounter. But just after walking two kilometers, a stranger came from the opposite direction. Gu Tie whistled and pretended to look at the visitor casually, even though he had empty hands. But the slightly raised outline under the brown suit was obviously a pistol holster that could be quickly inserted and removed. Gu Tie's eyes drifted to the person's right hand. The calloused index finger joint showed that the owner had undergone rigorous shooting training. The boxing face can only be seen on professional boxers.
"Hi." Gu Tie took the lead in saying hello happily without waiting for the other party to question him.
The man in a suit was stunned. He nodded hesitantly and said in English: "Hello."
"Hello, Americans." Gu Tie stopped his bicycle and greeted in English with a strong accent. He was not worried at all that the other party might speak fluent Polish and expose his flaws. For two reasons Reasons: First. The other party was wearing a neat three-piece suit and a dark tie. The leather shoes were obviously just polished in the morning. Such a person appeared in a deserted forest with a gun. He was definitely a foreigner and a local. At least he knew how to put on his boots to prevent his expensive leather shoes from being stained; secondly, the other party was Japanese.
You can think of it with your toes. The Japanese who appeared in the dense forest have an inseparable relationship with the 100 million pieces of jade. Gu Tie wanted to immediately pull out a pistol and put it on the opponent's head to ask for the whereabouts of Hasegawa Bensaka. But he did not dare to do so. What an act... at least before connecting to the quantum network. Speaking of which, the forest ranger didn't even have a mobile phone with Internet access, but he had such a beautiful motorcycle. He was really like a god. Gu Tie thought angrily.
"You can speak English. That's great." The Japanese took a long breath and rubbed his short hair with his rough palms. He seemed a little absent-minded: "Sir, I'm looking for an Oriental. Oriental. Do you know? .Looks a lot like me. Black hair. Flat nose.”
"Chinese. No. No. No Chinese." Gu Tie stuttered in reply with an accent from God knows where. He cursed in his heart: Look for me. Only if you can find me... you are the one with the flat nose. Your whole family They all have flat noses. All of your country has flat noses...
The Japanese sighed and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your help, sir. The name of the person I am looking for is Hasegawa Bensaka. If you hear news about him, please call me and tell me. Thank you."
Taking the other party's business card, Gu Tie fell into confusion. The Japanese were looking for madman Hasegawa, not me.
Gu Tie felt that he had to overturn all speculations and rethink this whole weird incident.