The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 97: Autumn in Warsaw (Part 1)

Gu Tie’s mood is a bit complicated at the moment. He logged out of Quantum Network, lying on the king　size double bed with a confused expression, staring at the smudge on the ceiling in a daze. After the TV, a variety show entered the commercial, and Ed was bored. He glanced back and was taken aback by Gu Tie's expression. He rushed over and dangled in front of the Chinese with his big bear-like hand: "Hey, Tie, are you okay, are you still alive." /

"Nonsense." Gu Tie said sullenly, "It's not my style to die."

"Shoo, that's good." The Poles took a deep breath, "Do you need anything, food, water, wine, women, men."

"Don't bother me, I have to think about something." Gu Tie sighed, staring at the chandelier with both hands on his headrest.

His abnormal behavior still made the beard a little worried. Ed turned around the house holding a pistol, looking at the lifeless Chinese, several times he wanted to speak, then closed his mouth and swallowed the words of comfort. It was dark outside the window. When it was time for dinner, Ed grabbed the phone and dialed the service desk, and asked the overly attentive receptionist at the front desk to bring some food in. A knock on the door sounded ten minutes later, and the Poles flashed at the door. , After confirming that there is only one delivery person outside, open the door and hide the pistol behind him,

"Your dinner, Mr. Grenevsky." The receptionist actually remembered the last name on the butcher's passport, with a smile on his face: "I will introduce you to today's special: the main dish is the sauerkraut characteristic of our restaurant. Stewed duck meat with tomatoes, wild mushrooms, smoked plums, apples, peppers, juniper, savory, basil and Italian red wine; the staple food is delicious Parogi dumplings with minced meat, sauerkraut and mushroom fillings with cheese, potatoes, Ruthenia dumplings stuffed with fried onions; the soup is fresh Bazas beetroot soup, with sausage, cabbage, potatoes, sour cream and black bread. In addition, the restaurant offers a special bottle of champagne for couples, although it is a domestic wine , But the entrance is quite soft, with rich bubbles and sweet taste, very suitable for a romantic dinner for two."

"Accounting." Ed pulled the cart full of food into the room,

"Of course, Mr. Grenevsky." The receptionist poked his head with a smile on his face, trying to see the situation in the room: "Is the other gentleman resting? If there is no arrangement for the evening, I sincerely recommend you The night performance of Freddie Merkle Club. Male strippers from afar from Cyprus start their hot performances every night at 10 o’clock..."

The Pole stretched out his left hand, and a green bill appeared between his two fingers: "Give you two choices. First, hurry away with the dollars in my left hand; second, guess my right hand. What are you holding."

The receptionist dexterously drew out the U.S. dollars and hid them in his palms, and bowed deeply: "There will be no arrangements for guests to stay in other rooms on the corridor tonight. You don't have to worry about disturbing other guests. I wish you a wonderful evening, Grenev Mr. Ski."

Ed locked the door of the room, hung the anti-theft chain, and sipped in disgust on the ground. He pushed the cart to the bedside and uncovered the stainless steel plate cover. The aroma of food filled the room, although it was not as exaggerated as the reception The staff boasted so temptingly, but the colorful Northeastern Polish dishes still aroused Gu Tie’s appetite. He sat up with a thump and shook his head: “Let’s do whatever you like, even if you die... …Lao Ai, what did you talk to the food deliverer just now."

"You definitely don't want to know." Seeing Gu Tie come alive, the bearded grinned, "Eat and eat."

The two opened the champagne and had dinner together in the hotel room. The Chinese took a bite out of a dumpling: "Well, it looks like a dumpling. It tastes far worse than Chinese dumplings. When will you be free to go? China asked Lao Zhao to make dumplings stuffed with mutton and radish for you. It was so fragrant that you swallow your tongue." When he said this, he suddenly looked sad: "If you have time to go to China, go and go, otherwise there will be no chance. ."

"What's the matter with you." Ed stared at him suspiciously, thinking that Gu Tie's half-dead expression and his dejected appearance really complemented each other,

"Old Ai, if I tell you that you have six months of life, for example...getting a terminal illness, what do you want to do the most." The Chinese filled the two with champagne, Ask,

The Poles were stunned. He took up the wine glass and drank it, using his sleeves to wipe off the stains of the corners of his mouth. "In six months, I should accompany Marlen on traveling abroad. She grew up in Biaavisto. Ke grew up and never went abroad to see the scenery outside."

"Your great cause of rejuvenation." This answer surprised Gu Tie a little,

"Within six months, that's not a revolution, it's a sacrifice in vain." The beard shook his head, and suddenly his expression changed: "Why do you ask this, don't you..."

"Bah, baah." Gu Tie tweeted, "I don't have a terminal illness, and it's not the plot in the kimchi drama. Just ask. By the way, you are wanted all over the country now, and you will hurt Marlene, right? , She has no idea about your identity, right."

Ed calmly said: "Her mother is a professor at the Medical University, and her father is a colonel in the Polish Army Armored Corps. The Countermeasures Executive Bureau will not be stupid enough to embarrass her."

"Heartless revolutionary youth, passionate rich lady." Gu Tie urged narrowly: "It's a very nostalgic script."

The Poles smiled bitterly and said: "If you hadn't shown up, we would have had a few more years of peaceful days, but it would be better. Knowing a friend like you, our dreams would be one step closer."

The Chinese froze for a moment, and couldn't bear to tell their Polish friends that "the world is about to be destroyed". This sounded naive but cruel truth, "Yes, old Ai, the glory of the first Polish Republic will be again Shining on the land of Poland." He patted the other's broad shoulders,

"Tie..." Eddy caught Gu Tie's hands with gleaming eyes. Gu Tie gave a sharp shot, glanced back at the double bed, and withdrew his hand with a smile on his face: "Drink, drink, no Drunk endlessly."

"Drink."

The drinking of a bottle of champagne just aroused the enthusiasm of the two people. Ed opened the cabinet door, took all the alcoholic beverages in the room’s minibar, and threw it on the bed. Gu Tie immediately threw the amber to the bed. Pulling the bottle to his side, he pushes the bottle full of transparent liquid towards him. He has seen the power of Polish vodka once. Even if it has not been reconstituted into an expired canned tuna cocktail, he doesn’t want to try again.

The two men are not alcoholics, but in the face of foreign partners, who is willing to show weakness and lose the face of the motherland. This drink was so dark, Gu Tie couldn’t remember how many small bottles of whiskey he had killed in one bite. , I can’t even remember that Ed drank the whole bottle of 750ml vodka in a few sips. When the first rays of sunlight illuminate the room, the Chinese opened their eyes with difficulty and found themselves lying on the aisle between the bathroom and the room. , Spit out a big red and green beach beside him, stretched his hands forward to make a flying shape, seemingly resisting the discomfort and rushing towards the toilet, but fainted halfway in failure,

"Uh..." When the stick-like headache almost knocked him out, Gu Tie groaned for a few minutes, barely took out his mobile phone to connect to the Internet, and observed the virtual cordon set around the hotel last night: The cordon consisting of surveillance probes, microphones, smoke sensors, and infrared sensors shows that no one has approached this side of the corridor of Room 219 since yesterday evening. The talkative receptionist is indeed a sincere person, and, of course, it is not ruled out. Factors of poor hotel management,

Throwing away the phone, Gu Tie touched his **** with his backhand, and found that the pants were still on his body. He let out a long sigh of relief. He tried to stand up, and found that he didn't have any strength all over, and he could only drag his belly like a bar. A crocodile crawled slowly toward the room. As soon as he climbed to the side of the TV cabinet, his nausea gurgled up from his esophagus. Gu Tie gritted his teeth, turned his head, and crawled back to the bathroom. He put his chin on the edge of the toilet, and squirted out. The colorful liquid spit out the inventory in his belly. He retched a few times, pulled his hand to flush, and bid farewell to the Polish dumplings, sauerkraut stew and whiskey in the toilet.

Grabbing a towel to wipe his face, Gu Tie continued to crawl back to the room on all fours, grabbed the sheets and exhausted all his strength to climb onto the double bed, spread his hands and feet on the soft mattress, "Uh... last time I drank When did so many things happen? It should be the time when the insidious fellow Lao Xiao guessed his punches and poured wine. Drinking will never defeat him..." He belched his mouth with a strong taste of alcohol, and smashed his lips in pain. Look at the wall clock on the wall: "It's only seven o'clock...How are you feeling, old Ai." Gu Tie babbled and closed his heavy eyelids.

The sound of the TV is ringing, and the male host is broadcasting the morning news program in unintelligible Polish. I can’t remember whether the TV was turned off at night or Ed got up in the morning and turned it on, "Old Ai, you fell asleep to death La." Gu Tie closed his eyes and patted the other half of the double bed with his hand, only to touch the pillow and the crumpled blanket, "Hey, I am as embarrassed as I am, sleeping on the floor, you will lose money if you soil the carpet." He smiled, hit the side of the bed twice, and reached out to touch the bed, "Hey, old Ai, wake up, get up and pee."

No one spoke up,

Gu Tie opened his eyes strangely. On the cheap polyester carpet, there were no Poles who were like bears. He only threw two pieces of clothes and a Glock pistol that opened the insurance. The Chinese eyes suddenly widened. When the lingering spirit of alcohol immediately evaporates out of the pores, he backhanded his pistol out of his pillow, and while calling out his partner’s name in a frivolous tone, he scanned the room vigilantly: “Old Ai, where to sleep? Don’t say you’re here. In the bathtub, the curve of the bathtub is not good for the spine."

The room is empty. There are no people in the closet, behind the table, under the bed, in the curtains, or in the bathroom. Ed is missing. The door lock and anti-theft hinges of the room are firmly locked from the inside without any trace of being opened. Gu Tie clenched his pistol and walked back and forth several times in the room. He stood in the middle of the room suspiciously. The Poles were completely lost. His only gain was the few inconspicuous drops of blood on the carpet next to the bedside table. The blood was still there. Not completely solidified,