Sinmonger Chapter 18: The conspiracy of the orange pit
The eighteenth volume is earth-shattering] The eighteenth chapter of the conspiracy of the orange core
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Chapter 18 The Conspiracy
Polstone is a small village located in the south of Paris near Clamart, where there are still some old brick and wooden houses, which have remained unchanged for hundreds of years. In recent years, due to its beautiful scenery and superior location, many wealthy families in the metropolis have chosen to move here, and many nobles have also used various items to requisition part of the land here for their private manor-building enjoyment. Their villa is faintly visible on the edge of the forest. In order to meet the needs of the market, small businesses and medium-sized stores have been opened nearby. Later, there are several gas stations. Therefore, the vision of this village is obvious... …to this day, it’s a small town that has been modernized to a different extent.
However, there are still some traditional things that have been preserved here, and that is oranges. It is home to one of the largest orange plantations in Oak County, world-renowned for its yield and quality. It's just that the town itself is not very famous, of course, this is also a normal thing. It's like a lot of people put the word "Bordeaux" on their lips and talk to you about the aroma of cedar and blackcurrant, the glycol and crunch of the taste, how many years it takes for red wine to turn garnet red, etc. , generally speaking, this kind of person, you throw him a map of France and ask him to find out where "Bordeaux" is, and he immediately falls into a long silence.
All in all, Bolston is a less well-known place, and oranges are no more attractive than red wine, although local oranges are cheaper and fresher than those you buy in the supermarket at your doorstep, but very Few people will go to the place of origin to buy them in order to save those few dollars.
On June 19, Tianyi rented a car and drove to this small town while listening to the ditty on the radio, whistling and humming songs.
You ask what he's here for? Well, he came here on purpose to buy oranges...
If he buys a few hundred kilograms of oranges and takes them back to Paris to set up a street stall, he counts the rental car and gas fees and his own labor, and he guarantees that he will not be killed by the Paris city management bat in the process of selling. Maybe in the end, I can make a small profit of three melons and two dates.
I think after this account is calculated, many people will understand why the first-level wholesale of vegetables and fruits is only handled by large contractors, while ordinary merchants can only approve second-, third-, and fourth-level goods...
Anyway...it can basically be judged that when Tianyi comes to buy oranges, he intends to eat them himself.
He drove here on purpose, then returned to Paris, took a few catties of oranges back to his hotel room, and returned the car, as if he had bought some shady things.
Because of his late rise, it was already 9pm when he finally returned to the hotel facing the pile of oranges on the table.
"Ah... troublesome fruit." Tianyi picked up an orange and muttered to himself. He hated fruits with seeds and pits, and he liked food that could be swallowed completely by peeling the skin. type. Foods such as watermelon, grapes, including oranges, which are eaten in the mouth and must be careful not to bite the bitter seeds or pits, and have to spit out some foods, are generally rejected by Tianyi because they are too troublesome. edible.
But tonight, he sat at the table and did something very weird. He ate four oranges in a row, slowly and carefully, as if he was doing a very important job. And the sound of chewing is indescribably weird...
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On the morning of June 20, an apartment building in Paris.
A black man in his 40s walked out of the house. Like every morning, he went to the first floor to check his mailbox, took out the newspaper, and threw away the garbage flyers, ready to go to work.
But today was a little different, he saw a yellowed envelope in the letterbox with no stamp or address, just his name: Gallas Dardan.
He took the morning newspaper under his arm and opened the envelope as he walked out of the building. Gallas thinks this must be some advertiser's trick. Recently, many insurance companies will mail some The "invitation letter" comes to your door, in fact, it asks you to attend a symposium with the same content as a sales conference, provide some gifts of little value, and then try to sell the insurance to you.
"I don't even have any stamps. It seems that this time I just found someone to put it in the mailbox. Even the postage was saved." Gallas muttered and opened the envelope. He took out a piece of slightly yellowed letter paper. At this time, he found that there were other things in the envelope. He took a closer look. Those things were about one centimeter long. nuclear.
"Bastard... This is disgusting. Did the employee in charge of delivering the letter from the insurance company feel dissatisfied and spit the orange pit inside..." Gallas threw the envelope away, holding the letter with only his index finger I touched the paper with my thumb, as if the letter was not clean.
With **** in each of his hands, he carefully unfolded the letter and found the words written on it: "Hello, Gallas Dadan, this is our first and possibly last greeting to you, You **** have violated our tolerance and this letter means death. k.k.k."
Gallas froze immediately until the beeping of the car horn and the roar of the driver drove him back to the curb.
A few seconds later, a message flashed in Gallas' mind. He turned his head, trotted a few steps, and like a lunatic dug out the envelope he had just thrown in from the trash can. A lot of it spilled out, and there were still five left. He looked at the dry and small orange pits, widened his eyes, and the fear in his heart gradually rose...
In the evening, the Paris police station.
Gallas sits in the reception room, glass of water in hand, waiting nervously.
Not long after, a middle-aged police officer came in and sat across from the desk: "Mr. Dadan?"
Gallas nodded: "Yes."
"I'm Officer Cezel, hello."
"Hello."
Cezel held a registration form and said, "You reported that you were intimidated?"
"Yes, Officer."
Seizer took out of his pocket the letter and envelope that Gallas had received in the morning, as well as a clear evidence bag containing five orange pits.
After putting these on the table, Cezel said in an official voice: "Sir, are you sure you need to file a case for investigation? You know, almost every month, we receive several similar cases. Report the crime. It's not really scary at all, maybe there are a few hooligans, where you offend them, they pretend to be members of the resistance group, or some racist, and do some tricks with threatening letters, just to give the victims In fact, they can't do anything, the most is to smash other people's glass with stones. Of course, if they do smash, there are cameras on every street, and we can arrest them within half an hour. "
"You don't get it, Officer! This is the real Klan, no kidding!" Gallas said.
"Okay okay, Mr. Darden, why are you so sure?" Cezel said with a shrug.
"I checked the envelope and the letter paper and there were no fingerprints of the sender, only mine, and the five orange pits were also manipulated and cleaned up..."
"Woooooo...wait, wait, sir." Cezel looked down at the form again: "What on earth do you do?" The occupation on the form was an art consultant.
"I work at the Louvre, mostly on paper, editing annotations for artworks, or updating materials and commentaries for the narrators in the museum." Gallas replied: "In addition, I Also do some research and appraisal of art, we have the equipment in the laboratory there..."
"So you took this evidence and tested it?" Cezel asked.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with that." Gallas brought back the topic of his public property and personal use: "Listen, officer, I was dubious when I first saw the letter this morning, but after examining it, I have nine I'm sure, this is definitely not a joke, I, and my family, are in danger, right now!" He said solemnly.
Cezel looked at Gallas for five or six seconds with complex eyes, and took a deep breath. "Okay, sir, I have to record a detailed statement for you. You wait." He went out again. After a while, I came back with a voice recorder.
"Let's get started, Mr. Darden." Cezel said, "I want to ask you a few questions, and if you think of anything that might help the case, please tell me as much as you can."
Gallas said impatiently, "First of all, Officer, I want to emphasize the seriousness of this matter. You should know something about the Ku Klux Klan?"
"Hmm... no." Cezel replied unabashedly, not intending to pretend to understand.
After hearing this, Gallas frowned, spread out his hands, and put on an expression of disbelief.
Actually, Seizer's behavior is normal. It's Gallas who overestimated people's historical knowledge. In the 22nd century, racial discrimination is a problem that is hardly mentioned any more. Most people hear the Ku Klux Klan. The name of the organization, at most, it is known that this organization is related to racism. Those who join this organization will be discriminated against by everyone...
"kukluxklan is their name, which comes from the imaginary sound of a trigger hitting an iron. This terrifying secret society was formed by defeated Confederate soldiers after the Civil War in the nineteenth century and quickly spread across the United States, That is to say, chapters were established in various parts of Star County in the past, among which Tennessee, Louisiana, Carolina, Georgia and Florida were the most powerful. The Ku Klux Klan used various terrorist means to deal with black voters at that time, murder or To expel those who disagree with them in order to achieve their political ends..."
"Okay... Mr. Darden." Seizer didn't want to listen to your big class after so many years on the job, he interrupted, "This is the end of the history class, I know this gang What do you guys mean, let's get back to the case."
"No! I was just about to get to the point." Gallas continued: "The problem is the way they perform atrocities, usually before they do it, they send the hostile person something oddly shaped but still identifiable. something like a twig with leaves, a few watermelon seeds, or a few orange pits. This is a warning, and the person being warned can choose to give up their original point of view or flee abroad. If they ignore it, they must will be killed, often in some strange or unexpected way.
This is the oldest and most orthodox practice. In the twentieth century, the nature of this organization gradually changed and its members continued to expand, causing them to lose the original rigor and systematization of the organization, and similar traditions were ignored. "
Seizer looked at the orange pits on the table: "Mr. Dadan, maybe it's just because of your knowledge of this history that you can't help but connect these, maybe the person who terrorized you just checked some things online. The materials of the Ku Klux Klan, on a whim, used orange pits to imitate it very much."
Gallas said: "How to explain the fingerprint, and the orange pit has been processed?"
Cezel said: "So I think...even if it's just imitation, this intimidator is not an ordinary person, he is at least a cautious guy, this kind of person may be very dangerous, and it will really threaten you and your family. life.
Therefore, please don't bother about the identity of the other party, even if it is a tight and long-established organization, we have to find out the motive to solve the case. My question is, Mr. Darden, what do you think put you in such a dangerous situation? You didn't just change your skin color today. You have a family and a family, and you haven't lived in Paris for a year or two. Why did the other party choose this time to send you a letter? "
Gallas thought for a moment; "I don't know..." It's not that he didn't think about the question, but he didn't have a firm answer: "My wife, she's white, we're in a good relationship, and recently, we We're discussing having a child... Could it be..." He said this while thinking.
Seizer said: "Have you told your relatives or friends about wanting children? Or have you talked about it in public?"
"We go out to a restaurant for dinner almost once or twice a week, and it's usually a good restaurant. Maybe we talked a few times during the meal, and I'm not sure whether it will be heard or not. , In addition, my wife may also talk about it with her parents, siblings, we both have jobs, and my wife may also talk about this when chatting with colleagues, which is a very common thing, and a good thing... "
Seizer said: "But now it seems that it is likely to be a reason for racists to trouble you."
"I have never encountered violence caused by racism, nor have I encountered discrimination, I have only read about this in books." Gallas said solemnly: "In my opinion Come on, those are all ancient histories, some things abandoned by human civilization, such as religious slaughter, slavery, etc. I never thought that such a thing would happen to me today, and I saw that letter I was stupid."
"You've got to stay calm, Mr. Dadan, there's nothing to fear from those who send threatening letters, if they're really capable, what you see in the letterbox should be an explosive device, not an envelope with an orange pit. Cezel said: "What you need now is to continue to work and live normally, and don't let a letter ruin everything. If you live in fear all day long and have a heavy psychological burden, it is in the hands of the intimidator." /
Leave the investigation work to our police. Tonight, I will send two plainclothes detectives to drive an inconspicuous car near your house to guard. If there is an accident, or there is something suspicious People are strolling nearby, and they will arrive at the first time to deal with it. You can act as usual these days. If the case progresses, or if you have any questions, I will take the initiative to contact you. "
Galas and Cezel discussed many details again, about the situation of plainclothes police officers, what to do in case of danger, and how to ensure the safety of his wife, etc. Cezel explained for a long time, Gala Si Cai returned home with an uneasy mood.
As Gallas walked out of the police station, just across the street from the Paris police station, a man wearing a floral shirt and bibs, a sun hat covering half of his face, a camera around his neck, and a man in his hand Holding a travel magazine and a map of Paris, I stood there and looked around, muttering, "Ah... It took so long to come out, it seems that I have successfully persuaded the police."
Tian Yihe picked up the impurities on his hands and walked forward in a leisurely stroll, thinking in his heart: This guy is also a cultural person, he should be able to find clues on the letter... Fingerprints, orange pits, handwriting, letter paper , If he came to report the crime today without finding everything, the evidence would be left behind, but the police might not be able to analyze the information I wanted to convey. Is it time to intensify the intimidation...
"Hey, man." A man's voice came from beside him.
Tian Yi looked back and saw that it was Officer George.
It's not a coincidence to meet him at the gate of the police station. Tianyi didn't show any strange expression. Although he knew George, he knew that George didn't recognize him, so he didn't need to panic.
"Sorry, I don't smoke." Tianyi also deliberately changed his accent, and it would look strange if his tourist dresses spoke fluent French English, French Chinese, or simply French.
Explain here, in this parallel universe, empires have unified languages, and schools around the world have Mandarin and English teaching, both of which are global languages ~IndoMTL.com~ minors receiving formal education At least one of them must be mastered. Generally speaking, if you choose English, it will be easier for you to study science in the future. If you choose Chinese, you will have the best of both arts and sciences. As for other languages, it has become something like various local dialects. People's accents still vary depending on where they were born, but not every local school will systematically teach these unofficial languages.
"Ah, it's alright." George's tone was also calm. "By the way, can I ask, sir, what are you doing after walking back and forth across the police station for nearly an hour?"
At this moment, Tianyi's heart instinctively burst out with a word, a thousand words, all in one sentence: Fake!
When George asked, Tianyi had passed him by, and now Tianyi has two choices, the first is to run away, and the second is to turn around and deal with it.
"You don't turn your head back, are you afraid that I will remember your face?" George walked over as he spoke, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette: "Huh... I'm leaving the police station I caught a glimpse of you before I went to dinner, and when I came back, I found you were still there, and then I kept an eye on you for twenty minutes." He took a deep breath of his cigarette: "Are you following the gentleman who just left the police station?"
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