Raphael's enthusiasm for "fans" is beyond my imagination. The information of Office No. 1 was kept confidential even inside the Plimpton Manor, and he trial-produced a transmitter without blueprints. I took it apart and found that the wiring inside was almost exactly the same as the drawing Linton gave me. He once told me very seriously: "Alan, I want to meet the maker of the 'mystery', no matter how much it costs. Only a true genius can come up with this encryption method. I really want to meet once, and only once!"
I reminded him: "The maker of 'Must' is a German. If he's alive after the war, you can meet him in Berlin."
He was surprised: "Alan, you are a codebreaker, don't you want to know who is behind it?"
During the countless nights of facing the "mystery" with Andrew, I also thought about who the developer of this cryptographic system was. We are like hide and seek in the dark, I want to find the key, he has to hide the key. I collided with his thoughts countless times in this small encryption machine, and I gradually became familiar with his way of thinking.
I know that in a distant land, there is a mind wiser than ours, manipulating the information transmission system in war. But I can't imagine his face. Whether he is as calm and elegant as Anderson, or with an ordinary face, mingling among the crowds on the streets of Berlin.
I sent Anderson a transfer application.
The fair-haired woman began to frequent Plimpton Manor.
She always came in the morning in a dark green military jeep, and the guards let her through. When I went to the Red Building to deliver the application, the door of Andemeng's office was ajar, and I happened to see him leaning back on the chair with his legs apart. The woman sat on his waist and lowered her head to kiss him. When Andemon saw me standing outside, he glanced at me indifferently, gestured for me to put the documents on the desk, then stretched out his hand to draw Linna closer, and continued to kiss.
That cold look reminds me of that rainy night last fall.
He found me in a bar, knocked over everyone who was fighting, and punched me in the stomach.
He said to the waitress I rescued: "He's gay, you'd better break up with him."
His eyes were so cold back then. The difference is that then he looked at the girl hiding behind me with this look, and now he looks at me.
Arnold seemed indifferent. Rafael was not there. He was sitting on my desk wiping the lenses with a cloth for glasses, squinted his eyes, and asked me: "Andremon is getting married, you always want to forget him, what's wrong with that?"
I heard myself repeating, "Yeah, what's wrong with that."
"Besides, the fiancée is General Selman's daughter Lina." Arnold added.
"General Selman's... daughter...?"
He laughed: "Little Allen, that's why you're still too immature. Under the isolation review of the General Intelligence Bureau, Andermeng can die in it for three months. You said, if you don't pay a price, how can he be unscathed?" Came back unharmed?"
I was stunned: "How did he come back?"
Arnold shook his head happily: "He sold himself. He made General Selman's only daughter fall in love with him. He may have had a relationship with that woman. Mr. Garcia will be General Selman's son-in-law in the future—you Guess, will the general save him? I heard that Lina is like a wild cat, and Andymond tamed her."
I don't know how many generals there are in Britain and what role each one plays in the power struggle system. Arnold was the grandson of old General Bradley, and General Selman appeared to be another figure in power. Andrew's marriage to his daughter meant that he was on his side in the power struggle. He traded the marriage for an umbrella.
"This move is very clever." Arnold clapped his hands and praised: "I almost thought he couldn't do it-he turned himself out as a pawn."
I asked him: "Isn't your grandfather also a general? Why are you still working for Anderson?"
He curled his lips indifferently: "Little Allen, why don't you look at it the other way around? It doesn't mean that I'm not good enough, it's because Mr. Garcia has a high status in the Intelligence Bureau... MI6 is the current boss, what do you think? He thought for a while and seemed to feel that something was wrong, and added: "I'm not praising him, Alan, forget it."
Then he came over, leaned down and kissed my cheek.
When he let go of me, Arnold nodded behind me, and I saw Andremon leading Linna through the door.
Andrew was still in his military uniform. I like to see him in military uniform, it will look tall and handsome, with slender legs. Linna coiled up her long blond hair, revealing her fair neck. She took Andmon's hand and almost leaned against him, her pale blue eyes narrowed in satisfaction like a Persian cat. Linna didn't notice us, but Andremon looked at me and said, "Alan, the analysis report of the Seventh Office this month is unqualified."
Arnold smiled and hugged my waist: "Little Alan, you are going to crush the coffee cup."
I turned around and pushed him against the wall, grabbing the collar: "Last time it was the Red Chamber, and this time - don't kiss me in front of him next time! You want to kill me..."
He just drank the coffee I made and coughed with laughter: "Yes, I did it on purpose."
Arnold asked me seriously: "Although I am very reluctant-Little Aaron, do you want me to talk to him? Clarify our current relationship?"
Of course I couldn't let him talk to Anderson. Arnold did have a background, but Andrew was his boss. Besides, he has already clarified our current relationship with practical actions.
At the same time, the news of Andemund and Linna's engagement has spread throughout Plimpton Manor. I started seeing Lena in many places. She walks around in high heels and talks freely with the scientists at Plimpton Manor. Sometimes Anderson accompanied her, and sometimes she went by herself.
Rafael habitually sat on the window sill and drank coffee while holding a mug and commented: "Mr. Garcia sent Miss Lina home, so happy. It was the first time I saw the gentle Mr. Garcia, it was terrible."
It was a good thing for Andrew to have a fiancée at the time, but it would be bad if he came to trouble me after having a fiancée.
I went to the red building, and Annie said that he was resting in the restaurant on the second floor. I went up the winding staircase and I saw him sitting alone at the end of the long dining table drinking coffee. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air.
"I remember that the analysis report has been handed over to you."
I stood at the door, looking at him from a distance, not wanting to approach him.
Andermeng sat against the light, resting his head on his hands, unable to see his face clearly.
"Yes, but I'm not satisfied with your report, Alan." He said softly, "Since you accepted the invitation from Plimpton Manor, please make the report more rigorous."
"I thought I was rigorous enough." I sneered, "Better than someone who let his lover in and out of MI6 translation department at will."
"Linna is a member of the organization, and she has the right to enter here. And she is not my lover, but my fiancée." Andemond said calmly, "Allen, come here."
I walk over. When I got very close, I realized that his face was sullen and ugly.
He pointed to his knees and said mockingly, "If you don't want to re-do the report, just sit up."
I raised my eyebrows: "Isn't it enough to have only the general's daughter?"
Suddenly he stood up and punched me in the stomach. I staggered two steps and bent down, feeling him holding my back, hooking his hands to the knees, and when he sat down, I was forced to sit on his lap.
Andemon's punch was completely merciless, and I felt dizzy.
He firmly grasped my waist with both hands and fixed me in this humiliating position. After I recovered from my disgusting reaction, he said, "I have received your application to transfer to Office One."
"I deciphered the 'mystery', and there is still a lot of follow-up work to be done. Why can't I go to Office One?"
Andemont stared at my face: "I will help you perfect where there is no perfection."
He freed one hand and pulled the two connected machines beside the dining table. They appear to be being assembled, with the outer cover removed, and the inside looks similar to the fan, but with the wiring reversed.
"The decryption machine can improve our work efficiency. I designed it based on your decryption calculation principle." He reached out and knocked on the shell of the decryption machine casually, then retracted it, landed on my tailbone, and stroked along the back : "You... want to go to Office No. 1?"
Anderson can play the piano. His fingers were sensitive and delicate. When he reached my neck, he pressed lightly, and suddenly grabbed the back of my head. I was still thinking about the decryption machine just now, so I was caught off guard and almost hit him in the face.
It was too close to see his face clearly. His eyelashes touched my cheek, and the bridge of his nose rubbed against mine. His hand clasped the back of my head very hard, and it hurt a little.
I feel his other hand start to slide down and start to unzip my trousers.
He leaned on the chair with his legs apart, and I straddled him, and we both understood what this position meant.
I grabbed his hand: "People who are going to get married soon, can't you be more careful?"
Andrew laughed.
"How do you know that I don't want to have one last game before getting married, Alan?" His voice was full of temptation: "Didn't you always want to have sex with me when you chased me?"
I said in a strange way: "Then you should be below."
The bridge of Andemon's nose brushed against mine, and the quality of his voice became a little sandy because of desire: "Aren't I down here now?"
He wants to play for real.
He was hard against me.