Chapter 181

The sudden knock on the door interrupted the banquet a little. The old housekeeper came back with a tall and straight step and reported:

"Master, there's a reporter outside the door. He calls himself Charles Murphy."

"Oh? Didn't Mr. Charles say the car broke down and couldn't come? I didn't expect to catch it."

Catch up? Dinner?

Eugene's voice was very low in the second half, but it was heard by an Yizhi who had been paying attention to the surroundings.

"Invite him in."

After the old housekeeper left, Eugene said to the waiting Maid:

"Mary, go and tell the kitchen to add one more person"

"Yes, master"

After a while, a dusty man soaked up and down followed the old housekeeper in.

He is about 25 years old, wearing a leather coat and a soft hat. He is tall and obviously has a military style when walking. He may be a retired veteran.

"Please use a towel. Give me your coat and we'll dry it for you."

"Thank you"

He took off his coat and handed it to the old housekeeper. Revealing a short waistcoat and white shirt, the camera hung around his neck.

"Welcome to my humble house, Mr. Charles."

"My pleasure, Mr. Eugene"

"Please sit down. You must be hungry."

Charles smiled bitterly:

"It was a terrible day. My car had some problems in the morning. I borrowed a car from my friend and came here. As a result, it broke down again on the way. I had to walk."

"That's unfortunate. Oh, sorry, everyone. Let me introduce it to you."

Eugene raised his glass and said:

"This is Mr. Charles Murphy, a hero of the previous World War. As a war reporter, he recorded appalling battles until the final victory of the allies. Please allow us to pay tribute to you, hero."

People also raised their glasses to pay tribute to the war reporter who had participated in the war. The two players also learned to be like models.

"Thank you. I'm just one of thousands of soldiers. I don't dare to think of myself as a hero. The real heroes are those who died for the victory of the anti * * * war. Respect the dead."

"To the dead"

Then the old housekeeper came back with his servants. They took the dinner belonging to Charles.

Eugene smiled and said:

"I hope my chef's skill can meet your taste. Today I have my favorite pig liver soup"

"Thank you. I like it too."

Charles took off his camera and drank some thick soup with a spoon.

After everyone introduced themselves, the party was getting better and better. Charles's arrival made him the focus of the party. Except for two players, others were more interested in his experience in the world war.

But an Yizhi had different views. He whispered to Tu Hongyu:

"Watch out for this guy. He's not a reporter. The name Charles is probably fake."

"How did you see that?"

"Hum"

Without directly answering Tu Hongyu, an pointed up his glass and asked Charles with a smile:

"Mr. chassel, you are so brave. Can you say more about the western front?"

"No problem, Mr. Ann"

Charles didn't think so and told the story of the world war in a gentle voice.

From the awkward Dunkirk retreat, to the tragic Normandy landing, to the decisive battle of the bulge, and finally to the gunfire melting city of Berlin.

An Yizhi listened to his words, and then quietly explained to Tu Hongyu:

"I found it wrong as soon as he entered the door. Have you ever seen a reporter who doesn't take a camera as a baby?"

Charles's camera was placed on the tablecloth. The water stains slowly flowed down and wet the tablecloth.

"I'm a war reporter. I can't help it in the battlefield environment."

"This is just one of the doubts. I just noticed that when Eugene called his name, Mr. Charles's reaction was a little slow. In addition, most of the battles he was talking about were imagined by himself according to the reports in the newspaper."

"Can you hear that?"

"Nonsense, the goods were exposed as soon as they opened their mouth. The NPC may not be aware of it. I ask you, how many people died in the Normandy landing"

"Well, there should be a lot. I've long forgotten what the history teacher taught me."

An Yizhi is speechless. It is also one of the most tragic landing wars in human history. You should have some impression.

"Many people died in the Normandy landing, and Charles said it was tragic, but don't forget who you and I are in the copy."

"What does this have to do with identity?"

"Don't you understand? We are all British, and the place where the script took place is also in England. Do you remember where the beach in charge of the British army was when Normandy landed?"

"Well, you just say the result"

"The British army is in charge of the sword and the golden beach, but these two battles are not tragic. The impressive Normandy landing took place on Omaha Beach, which is in the charge of the United States. The total number of deaths on the beach in the charge of the British army is no more than 1000."

"That's how you see he's lying?"

"His lie is very clever. Nine true words are mixed with a lie. If I guess correctly, he did participate in World War II and is a veteran, but his army is not the British army, but the US Army. Listen carefully. Most of the scenes he describes are battles in which the US Army and the British Army participate at the same time, and there has never been a battle in which the British Army deals with the German army alone, because he is worried about revealing the truth."

As an Yizhi said, Charles describes almost all the scenes when fighting with the British army. NPCs will not be surprised because they think it is impossible to tell the whole story of World War II at a dinner party. They think Charles only picked up a few important stories. However, in the eyes of later generations, Charles described from a strange perspective. He was clearly a war reporter of the British army, but he described from the perspective of the American army.

"This guy should be a key figure. Pay more attention to him."

"Well, you're right"

"Don't show it. Be natural. Just take it as if it's not the case."

No matter what the purpose of the so-called Mr. Charles is, it is not a good choice to expose it now. An Yizhi decided to wait and see the change.

The dinner went on smoothly. After everyone was full, the housekeeper asked the servant to change tea and dessert.

"You must be curious. Why should I invite you to such a deep mountain?"

Eugene said:

"It starts with my ancestors."

"Your ancestor... Count Harrison?"

"Yes, Mr. munston"

He stood up and went to a row of portraits not far away:

"My ancestors are famous for collecting ancient books, but their descendants are unworthy. Since my grandfather's generation, the Harrison family has completely declined. Even a large number of precious books collected by my ancestors can only be sold to make a living."

The crowd listened quietly, and no one spoke much.

"I took over the dilapidated Harrison family from my father. After 30 years of hard work, I finally restored some of the glory of the Harrison family. Most of the ancestral books sold in the past have been recovered. Today, I invite you to appreciate the most rare collection in my ancestral collection, the ritual sacrifice book of Ugarte. This book comes from Mesopotamian civilization and is now The oldest people in history "

what the fuck!

The clay book he said was in an Yizhi's coat pocket at this time. I knew he wouldn't be in a hurry to pack it first.

That's good. Once it's exposed, Eugene may ask the servant to chase him with the gun. what? You say stealing books is not stealing? Kong Yiji thinks so too

Now the only way is to run away with urine. As for returning the paperboard? This is not in an Yizhi's consideration. There is no door for him to spit out after eating!

"Please step forward. I'll show you how to appreciate this historical treasure..."

Eugene's voice did not fall, but he heard a click of thunder and the lights in the restaurant went out at the same time.

Mrs. munston across the table made a small exclamation, which was particularly prominent in the dark. However, others are very calm. In this era, the construction of power facilities is imperfect, and power outages for various reasons are common.

"Please wait a moment. Don't walk around. I'll check it."

The old housekeeper's voice rang, and then Ann pointed to hear Eugene say go and come back.

The thunder outside the house was loud, and the flashes of thunder snakes shot into the room through the wide window again and again, reflecting a terrible shadow.

An Yizhi and Tu Hongyu are right facing the window. You can see the old housekeeper in raincoat walking through the window. It should be to check the power facilities.

"Don't worry, Stan knows how to repair electricity. Wait a minute."

Eugene, as the host, opened his mouth to comfort the people. It really made the host's face look bad.

After a while, the light bulb on the second floor flickered, and it seemed that the lighting would be restored soon.

"Uh! Ah!"

At this time, the crowd heard a depressed scream in the dark.

——Boom!

The deafening thunder followed the flash, and then the light Ann pointed to Eugene, who was standing in front of the portrait, lying on the ground with a bright sharp knife in his back!

Seeing Eugene's death, an Yizhi was not surprised, but felt a little relaxed.

The plot finally began