I only remember Andemon's delicate face in the fire, so quiet that he seemed to be asleep. This shot has been frozen in my memory, forming a long dream. When I woke up, I was lying in the army hospital, and Arnold was sitting next to me, smoking.
It is already spring and the weather is getting warmer. He was only wearing a shirt and vest, holding a cigarette between two fingers, and blowing smoke rings towards the window. There is a pot of daffodils on the windowsill, shaking in the breeze.
Seeing me wake up, Arnold stubbed out his cigarette and smiled at me: "I'm sorry to tell you that Mr. Garcia is not dead."
"You hugged him desperately and never let go. I was a little surprised and thought this guy was hopeless."
I put on my coat and sat up to listen to Arnold tell what happened.
The fire had completely engulfed the window by the time he climbed the fire escape. He was in front, and Peter followed behind, holding his nose with a wet towel and rushing in. It is said that I was unconscious, but I just hugged Andermeng tightly and never let go. In the words of Wannian Bingshanlian Peter - even if he is not dead, he will be strangled to death by you.
This incident is quite a coincidence. When Andrew and I were trying to fall in love, we made a lot of passwords together, and I forgot some of them myself. When I was taken into the car blindfolded, I left a mark on the jeep with the blood on my leg, using an old password from that year. After deciphering, there are only three words: "Black Shirt Army".
Andemon has been keeping a vigilant eye on his fiancée, monitoring Linna's actions.
The secret code was quickly discovered by the agents and reported to them.
He recognized it and immediately began investigating.
I don't have access to Anderson's specific investigation, only that he found General Selman's mansion in the end, and there was a fierce gun battle.
The general himself was shot and died in the study on the first floor.
I know everything after that.
General Selman's mansion was burned to ruins, and the main building where we faced Linna was left with only one wall, which was in danger and full of window holes without glass. Everything that could be burned burned and then collapsed.
When Linna's body was found, there was a "mystery" transmitter that was burned out of shape. She should have rushed out of the flames blocking the hallway to the third floor, where she was burned to death.
No one knows who and what message she sent at the last moment of her life.
At least this secret message was not intercepted, or it was mixed up in the countless secret messages that were intercepted and had no time to decipher, we don't know.
I said to Arnold, "Thank you."
It took a long time before he smiled: "Allen, you got too deep into Mr. Garcia."
I was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
"He said he loved me."
Arnold took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, took out one, and put it back after smoking halfway. Put the cigarette case back away.
He looked at me with a complicated expression.
"How did the public opinion spread it in the end?"
"Not much treasonous material was burned, but General Selman found his diary in his office in Whitehall, which contained records of contacts with German spies and lists of black shirts. This level of leaking government makes the government Whitehall has lost face by not publishing it, and The Times has devoted two pages to the fire at General Selman's house, which killed the general and his only daughter."
I shook the newspaper in my hand: "Someone actually believed it?"
Arnold spread his hands: "Even if you don't believe it, there is nothing you can do. Mr. Garcia has always been tough on public opinion."
God bless, we are all still alive.
The wound left by the torture was not the most serious. The problem was in the leg that had not stopped bleeding after being shot. Fortunately, Arnold carried me out of the fire and gave me emergency treatment. The doctor said that otherwise, the disability of my left leg is nothing, and I can go to see God directly if I lose blood again.
"Alan, you have no idea how much blood you have shed." Arnold looked at me: "As soon as I turned through the window, I saw you sitting in a pool of blood, holding Andymond."
I was a little dazed: "I didn't feel it at all at the time."
Andemon was shot in the abdomen, and the knife wound on his chest was still not healed. After waking up, he returned to the intelligence agency a week later.
Members of the Blackshirts were suddenly arrested in large numbers.
The Nazi organization in Britain has since disappeared.
I guess this is a premeditated operation, I just happened to participate in the last link. I still can't understand many things. Who would send someone to secretly monitor his fiancée? Why was it possible to lock General Selman's mansion in such a short period of time? Who gave Andmund the right to bypass Whitehall and shoot directly
It was as if they knew what was going to happen from the start and the intelligence agency was just waiting for the right moment.
Until now, I still don't know whether Andemont accepted the secret review because of C's mistrust, or did he ask for it on his own initiative
Like I keep saying, I never really got what he was thinking.
The splint was covered with plaster, and I couldn't go anywhere. I was required to lie in bed for three months, and I could only make up math for Arnold's little cousin every day, doing nothing. Arnold said that he would supervise the little kid's study, and would sit in my ward when he was free, chatting without saying a word.
He appears cheerful most of the time, with gold-rimmed glasses and a smiling academic demeanor.
On April 9, Hitler launched the "White Lightning" and captured Denmark and Norway.
On May 10, Germany launched the "Manstein Plan" to bypass the Maginot Line and invade Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg and France.
The Netherlands surrendered on May 15.
On May 10, Prime Minister Chamberlain resigned and Churchill came to power.
All England listened on the radio:
"Ahead of us lies a painful ordeal. Many, many long years of struggle and suffering lie before us."
"You ask: What is our policy? I would say that our policy is to wage war by sea, land, and air with all the power we have, with all the power God has given us, on the same ground as the Waging war with a tyrannical tyranny such as never before."
Since then, the appeasement policy that has spread across the European continent has officially ended, and the war has really begun.
Since this month, the United Kingdom has begun to form the National Self-Defense Force to strengthen our own defense forces. The streets of London were littered with drills, and every child was taught to use a gas mask—Nazi weapons, it was said, included nerve gas.
I ended up only being in bed for two months.
On May 13th, Peter came to me and handed me a copy of Andymond's papers.
The adjutant with cold blue eyes, with a paralyzed face for ten thousand years. As soon as he stood by my bedside, all the beautiful nurse sisters disappeared automatically.
"Alan."
"Well?"
"You read the newspaper."
"I only read The Times."
He paused, as if hesitating.
"Mr. Garcia suppressed public opinion... If, I mean, if the whole thing is a scam, it doesn't mean he can figure out every link. He didn't expect you to be a hostage. He insisted that one person enter the burning building to rescue Man, I honestly think this behavior is impulsive and stupid, the worst choice of all at the time - but it will give you the best possible guarantee that Lena will not kill you. Alan, I hope you can understand him."
I nod.
In May, the sky in London is blue and high, with flocks of pigeons circling round and round.
I unwrapped what Andermond had given me. It was a copy of a document Whitehall had given to the Intelligence Service.
The document was followed by another line of scrawling.
I returned to Plimpton Hall the day after Andermond gave me a copy of this document.
Anderson's beautiful assistant, Annie, came to pick me up and checked all the items I had with me. I had a plaster cast on my leg, and with Arnold finding me a cane, I grinned and got into the car sent by the Intelligence Agency. Arnold read the joke with folded arms. Wearing a dark blue military uniform, he looked handsome and upright. His glasses reflected the afternoon sun, making it difficult to see his expression clearly. I sat in the co-pilot's seat, and he suddenly came over and patted the window.
I shake it off.
He scratched the window: "Little Allen, you are very interested!"
"Go away, my leg hurts like hell."
"You are looking forward to your reunion with Andrémon Garcia."
I froze there.
I almost forgot that Arnold was a psychiatrist by profession. He can see through the complex emotions and see the essence of the problem. I'm really looking forward to seeing Andymond again.
He said he loves me.
No matter what happened afterwards, I always remember what he said to me in the fire.
They seem to be burned into the depths of our soul together by the flame.
"How I wish you had always been that ignorant teenager in Cambridge."
"Ellen, I love you."
"Be strong, you will survive."
I didn't speak, Arnold patted my shoulder.
"Little Allen, it seems that we don't need to continue with that agreement. Seeing you holding him in the sea of fire, I know that there is no need to continue. You are too deep."
I thought about it: "I think so too."
For some reason I think he looks a little sad.
Arnold was silent for a while: "shit, I can finally pick up girls."
"Thank you."
"I'm tired of hearing it." He replied impatiently.
"If there is anything that can help you, please let me know."
I suddenly remembered: "Pocket watch! You said that after our agreement is over, you will give me your pocket watch? Psychological hint..."
Annie opened the driver's door and got into the car, and Arnold left.
He waved his hands vigorously, leaving a handsome back.
He did not give me the watch as agreed in advance.