【wedge】

"I'll go to Paris tomorrow."

"That's not a great place. Is it necessary to tell me specifically?"

"You may not see me for a long time..."

"I've never seen you!"

“…you’re so honest.”

"Although the dessert shop is just a small business, I am still an honest businessman."

“…”

This summer is so hot. The sound of cicadas is still turbulent until dusk, and people's hearts are quarrels and impetuous.

It's summer vacation now, and the business in the store has become much lighter. I am idle, responding to the low-carbon life, moved a rattan chair and sat in the yard, waving a palm-leaf fan, and watching the stars.

There were two cups of tea on the tea table next to it, one of mine, and the other of the person who just left. Her tea cup was empty, and she was the only guy I had ever seen who drank all Fu Sheng in one breath and didn't even frown.

The fat man held a bucket of vanilla ice cream and floated out from behind me, asking in a speechless manner: "Boss, who were you talking to just now?"

I picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened: "I am the only one here from beginning to end."

"Impossible..." The fat man blinked his little eyes and grabbed the thin man who had stolen food from the kitchen to prove it, "You saw it just now, right? The person sitting opposite the boss's wife?"

The thin man wiped his greasy mouth and gave the fat man a white look: "What's wrong?"

"That man was still wrapped in a thick gray cloth, like a mummy, right?" the fat man gestured.

"Yes, so what?" The thin man impatiently opened the fat man's hand, and there were more monsters coming and going "continuously". What can I make a fuss about the pervert who was wrapped like a mummy in the summer?

"The problem is..." The fat man leaned into the thin man's ear and whispered, "The boss said that she was the only one who was there just now. Was she heatstroke or evil or menopause early?" Before he finished speaking, he heard the fat man screaming, and my slippers hit him on the head.

"I will definitely make you a fat man have a stroke before I get caught in the evil!" I yawned, turned sideways, leaned against the back of the chair and closed my eyes to take a nap. The fat man and the thin man escaped.

The fat man and the thin man were not dazzled. The person sitting opposite me just now was absolutely true. And I didn't lie, she was in front of me, but she was nothing. If she peeled off the fabric she wrapped around her, there would be only air.

I had some conflicts with her relationship. I knew her origins and outs. For many years, I was disdainful and admired. That year, she asked me: "What birthday gift do I want?"

I smiled and said, "Anything is OK?" I knew she regarded me as a confidant, and even if I wanted the stars in the sky, she would pick them for me. She really nodded vigorously.

"Then give me a real Lu Azang." She was stunned for a while, smiled bitterly, and left sadly.

Yes, her name is Lu Azang. Zang, Hidden Zang...

【one】

Today, the headline of the Paris Daily is: "Charlotte Beller, the only daughter of real estate tycoon Luc Berruel, was kidnapped at her birthday party. The police have not obtained any favorable clues so far, and the daughter of a daughter is in a difficult situation."

In fact, in the past half a month, almost all major media in Paris have been dominated by similar news. The kidnapped of a wealthy child not only brings news value, but also enriches the topic of conversations among the people after dinner. However, the kidnapped of dozens of top wealthy children one after another does not necessarily bring about the fun of gossip, but the panic sweeping across France and the whole world.

The huge pressure ranged from the Elysee Palace to the outside world to the Pol.ice Bureau of Paris, from the director to the ordinary people, all of them were worried. The kidnapping cases pressed on them were no more than ordinary cases. Any parents of missing children were caught out, and they were all big names who could call the wind and rain in the global financial world.

The capital of romance, fashion, luxury, these former beauties are called harsh jokes. In everyone's eyes, Paris is now a city of horror.

"There is no clue at all." Andrey pushed the documents he had read countless times aside, got up and walked to the window, and said sarcastically to the air outside the headquarters of the Pol.ice Bureau of Paris, 'If this continues, the parents of the children will probably hire an army to sweep the Pol.ice Bureau of Paris. Right, cold,"

Andrei worked as a pol.ice for twenty years and cracked countless kidnapping cases, and was completely helpless. This was the first time. The children of the rich, without exception, disappeared in the crowd of bodyguards and public eye. The kidnappers did not leave any trace. They did not receive any requests for ransom afterwards, which was contrary to common sense and made the police unable to start.

The young man sitting opposite him, with a dark-haired and oriental face, was sleepy in the office chair drinking instant coffee. The tie was loosely tied to the slightly open snow-white collar, a black suit jacket was thrown on the sofa, and the top team covered the gossip magazine with messy gossip.

Andre turned his head and saw that the person behind him seemed to be listening to him at all. Uncle Pol.ice, who was anxious, stepped forward and slapped him hard on the table: "Are you listening to me?"

All the objects on the table jumped up with his slap, and fell down again and again, including the coffee in the man's hand, which was frightened by the sudden movement and splashed on the man's shirt.

"Wow," the man who woke up from his dream jumped up, grabbed the tissue and wiped it hard, "Uncle, this shirt is very expensive!"

Andrey stared at him speechlessly, holding back all his words, and finally turned into a sigh.

A week ago, the youngest son of a Chinese tycoon was kidnapped while traveling in Paris. Given the complexity of the case, according to the Sino-French "Criminal Justice Mutual Aid Agreement", the Chinese side sent a senior pol.ice to Paris to assist in the investigation.

When Andrei saw Mu Yeliang standing in front of him for the first time, he didn't believe that this young boy who looked more handsome than a movie star would be a "senior pol.ice". His speculation was soon confirmed by misfortune. Mu Yeliang, apart from following him in routine every day, and being a Chinese translator, he would never see him make any achievements. Such a person can become a **, and Andrei really doesn't understand why his superiors can give him such a useless assistant.

"Uncle, many times, the case-solving rate is inversely proportional to the temper of the person involved!" Mu Yeliang made a cup of coffee again and smiled in front of Andre, "If there is a case, there must be flaws. Be patient!"

"I want to be patient, but this is a kidnapping case. If the case is solved one day later, the victim will be more dangerous. You don't know how much pressure the superiors put!" Andre really couldn't stand Mu Yeliang's ignorance of his face, and took a big mouthful of coffee. "It's only a week, and the Chinese child has no clue yet. Luc Belur's daughter was tied up again. The kidnapper Qianqi's behavior is as easy as buying bread in the supermarket! ***!" Andre became more and more irritable as he thought about it. He slapped himself on the forehead. From the day Charlotte Belur was kidnapped, he had been sleeping for less than three hours in three days.

Mu Yeliang looked at Andre sympathetically and patted his shoulder: "Uncle, sometimes victory or defeat depends not on who is stronger and smarter, but who is more calm."

"What else do you do besides touching your mouth?" Andre became more and more angry as he heard it.

Didi! The phone ringing rang quickly. Andre took out the phone from a pile of documents and grabbed the receiver, "Hey, it's me...what, the kidnapper wrote a letter to all the parents of the victims. OK...arrive soon."

After throwing away the phone, Andre jumped up like a chicken blood and shouted to Mu Yeliang: "Why don't you leave quickly?!"

"Where to go," Mu Yeliang was confused.

"Mertier Barracks, DGSE!" Andre grabbed his back collar and dragged the boy towards the door without saying a word.

"DGSE? French External Headquarters? Hey! Uncle, please slow down! I haven't got my coat yet!"

【two】

Lu Azang has been in this business for too long. She doesn't remember many details very much. She only remembers that her first client was a woman named Yang, who was so beautiful. She became the substitute for this woman and hung in a place called Mawei Slope. Then, she was examined and buried. It was not until the excited team of officers and soldiers left that she was leisurely climbing out of the soil.

In the uninhabited room, the candlelight shook lightly, and the old man in the gorgeous clothes kowtowed to her and thanked her for saving the person he loved in this life. A whole box of treasures was placed under her feet, with bright light and shadow, and wealth.

But she didn't say a word, like a wooden man. Because she couldn't see or hear anything, she only knew that the old man who sincerely thanked her in front of her was the emperor. Remuneration seemed less important at this time. What's important is that Lu Azang believed that he had embarked on the most correct path. Everything he had done before was worth it.

She is the most perfect substitute in history, and she can replace not only her appearance, including every inch of flesh and blood, every bloodline, and even DNA. She has no flaws and is perfect.

As the "No Form" among monsters, Lu Azang can transform into any human in the world, and during the contract period, he will complete all tasks, including death. This is her "business".

Over the years, she has "played" countless roles, from ancient times to modern times, from the head of the empire to grassroots people, she used her body to achieve one purpose after another for her employers, and in the process she enjoyed everything that the employers had brought to her. Such a life is like a fish in water.

This time, she was kidnapped instead of the French girl named Charlotte Berrull. The contract period was one month. This was not the first time she was hostage for her employer. Except for the kidnappers who kidnapped her, it was not a human who kidnapped her from the birthday party. She smelled the strong demonic aura on the other party, and from the shadow of the chaos that was as chaotic as black fog but as fast as lightning, she saw a cold green light, sharp sharp corners, and a white beast teeth that did not belong to any human.

Lu Azang had poor physics knowledge. He only heard that according to Einstein's theory of relativity, if the speed of an object is equal to the speed of light, time would stop. When this strange kidnapper took her away from the public, she seemed to see that everything around her was still.

She had never seen a monster that could reach such a speed, and even the vampires who claimed to be arrogant and domineering all the heroes with their speed did not have such skills.

However, the one who kidnapped her was just an ordinary, even a bit stupid wild boar spirit. Although it appeared in the form of a man and was wearing a not-so-fitting D-shirt, it was not even completely transformed into a human form. There was a curved corner on her forehead, and under her thick lips, two thighs were exposed, and saliva flowed out from time to time along these two teeth.

Lu Azang didn't know where she was taken to. The wild boar was too fast. When her sight and consciousness returned to normal, she was already in a room made of silver and a special alloy with four walls. The decoration was extremely luxurious. Picasso's paintings were hung on the wall. In the large refrigerator in the corner, half were delicious food and half Saint Geron mineral water. Chopin's "Nocturne" soothed and overflowed from the sound of excellent sound. In addition to the lack of doors and windows, this room was comparable to any suite in a five-star hotel.

After throwing her here, the wild boar spirit turned around and walked out of the wall, and its body was completely integrated with this alloy.

Lu Azang walked to the wall and knocked it. The sound of the metal solid was really hard, and with the current human body, it was impossible to break through. Lu Azang met the kidnapper who was treated so well with such good treatment by the hostages.

"Welcome, dear Miss Charlotte." The beautiful "Nocturne" suddenly stopped. The wall opposite her flashed with water-like light marks. After a slight electric current, a two-meter square rectangular area lit up. A man wearing a smiling mask appeared in the middle of the area, sitting in a suit straight, the camera was pulled very close, and an old-fashioned pocket watch was suddenly hung on the man's chest.

An old and low voice echoed in the room. According to past experience, Lu Azang pretended to be frightened and shouted classic lines at the wall: "Who are you, where is this?"

"Don't be afraid, it's safer and better than anywhere else." The person on the wall laughed strangely, "Miss Charlotte stays here with peace of mind before I get what I want. Three days later, someone will take you to a place, and you just need to follow the instructions he gave you."

"Let me out!" Lu Azang pounced on him with great professionalism and thumped at the wall, "Dad will give you the amount of ransom you want, let me out!"

"Shh!" The man stretched out his right hand wearing black gloves and made a voice, "Miss Charlotte, everyone's purpose is different. Other hostages are used to get ransom, but you are not."

The images on the wall quickly shrink into a line and disappear.

This time the business seemed to be very interesting. Lu Azang thought so, sat down against the wall and continued to act like a poor lamb. A kidnapper who didn't want ransom, three days later, what did he want her to do? She was actually a little looking forward to it.

【three】

Even the coffee I drink is filled with the smell of money - someone in DGSE is so praised.

When ten bigwigs holding the lifeblood of the global economy gathered in the most secret and strong underground conference room in DGSE, the tired and anxious eyes completely wiped out the once arrogant and dazzling light on their bodies. Now they are just parents who have lost their children, no different from any ordinary person.

Everyone, including Andrei and Mu Yeliang, probably never thought that they would have such an "honor" to be able to gather in the same room with these characters and in an atmosphere of absolute equality.

All the kidnapped parents received a express delivery 24 hours ago, with a USB flash drive and a letter. The contents of the letter were only a few words - please arrive at the Metier Barracks in France within 24 hours. If you are late, please carefully collect the attached videos, which will be the last trace of your heart and soul in the world. Thank you.

The hostages in the video sat in front of a silver-white wall, holding a newspaper of the day in their hands, and the camera clearly captured the dates on the newspaper. Everyone looked healthy and did not look like they had suffered.

Within 24 hours, parents landed from all over the world to Paris. DGSE's small airport received dozens of luxury helicopters within one day. The entire DGSE was on high alert and even a fly was not allowed to enter and exit at will.

Ten letters were neatly placed on the table in the conference room. The contents on the letters were the same, but they were handwritten in different languages. Whether in English, Chinese, Russian or Arabic, the handwriting was elegant and skillful.

The relevant departments have quickly checked the source of express delivery and tested each letter countless times with high-tech inspection methods. They attached fibers from the ink composition of paper, and even found handwriting experts to analyze the psychological state of the letterwriter, but still found no useful information. The handwriting expert said at the end: "These letters are written by the same person. They are wise, calm, and even... genius."

The room was silent. Mu Yeliang went up to look at the letter written in Chinese. Every word was indeed vigorous and had a great style. He couldn't help but mutter: "I read it, I'm a well-educated kidnapper."

"Everyone is going to do this?" One of the rich men stood up and asked with a cold face, "Will you spend your time with us having afternoon tea?"

"If the taxpayers' money is wasted, they may not be too happy." The second rich man's round and white fat face was red and purple due to anxiety and pressure. When he saw the group of people in front of him still only knew that he would say "We are working hard to investigate, please calm the shock", the tighter his fist Yue clenched. If he was given a bottle of wine, he might hit the head of the Minister of Security or the Chief of the President in the next second.

As a senior pol.ice, Andre never felt so embarrassed. "We deeply understand your current mood. If there is a case, there will be flaws. Please be careful. Believe us the police..."

Before Andre finished speaking, his collar was grabbed by the Russian who suddenly jumped up, and a string of angry and not very standard English resounded throughout the room: "Believe? My son has been missing for ten days! You group of useless things cannot solve the case in ten days! There is still face to ask for our trust?"

The Russian fist was pinched by Mu Yeliang. He smiled at the other party and said fluently in English: "Sir, don't say that others are useless at any time. If ** is useless, then wouldn't the so-called top bodyguards you arranged for your children at the time be even more useless? What else can you do to make each other even more unhappy? Don't you want to sit down? Stay calm and study why the kidnappers just want you to gather here without making any other requests?"

Looking at Mu Yeliang's neither humble nor arrogant face, the Russian put down his fist. The Chinese eyes were filled with a sense of oppression buried under sincerity. The Russians who have experienced many battles in the financial world have seen countless people. This feeling will only occur when he faces a truly strong opponent.

Andre fell down the Russian hand, got angry without any use, and said only: "I have a daughter too!"

The atmosphere in the room was slightly relieved. The senior officials who were far higher than Mu Yeliang breathed a sigh of relief and silently thanked the Chinese ** who had been drowned in the crowd and had not attracted their attention before.

At this time, the phone text message ringtone with different tones rang almost at the same time, and the rich all took out their phones at the same time. A group text message was sent - "DGSE's coffee is not bad, you might as well stay for another 48 hours, and then ask your parents to prepare what you think is the most precious thing, and wait in front of the most beautiful Mona Lisa in the Louvre Museum. Those who are irrelevant are also welcome to accompany you."

And the recent kidnapped, Charlotte Belulu's father, received another text message in addition to this mass text message - "Mr. Belulu, do you need to re-button your shirt?"
To be continued...