Chapter 5

This afternoon, they were sitting in the living room, drinking the coffee made by old Albert himself, while listening to him explain some of Germany's human geography and customs. The door of the suite was gently knocked.

Chen Mo motioned to old Albert to sit down, put down his glass and rose to open the door.

Outside the door, a young white man holding three boxes smiled at chenmo and said, "Sir, this is your custom-made clothes in our shop."

A few days ago, Chen Mo took Albert to a nearby tailor's shop and a leather shoe shop to order several sets of clothes and leather shoes, and left the address of the hotel. The leather shoes had already been sent here. The clothes had just been made today.

Chen Mo sideways let the young man into the room, pointing to the table in the living room, "if you are tired, put it there."

After tipping, Chen Mo sent the happy tailor apprentice away. He went back to the table, three boxes one big and two small. He handed him the box with Albert's name. Chen Mo opened the box with his own name, but the largest box did not move.

There are two sets of black wool suits neatly stacked in the box. The British tailor has a very good craftsmanship. He has exquisite materials and workmanship. Chen Mo looks at the dark gray suit in old Albert's hands and shakes his head helplessly.

"How is it? Eddie. Go back to your room and try it on, and see what's the difference with your original one. "

"It's good to be at Liverpool. But I still think I was better. " Old Albert looked at the work of the dress and said solemnly.

The old artist also has a proud side. He always insists that the clothes made by the tailor here are not good. He would rather continue to wear his old dark gray suit. When he went to the tailor's shop, he didn't plan to go at all unless Chen Mora pulled it.

Chen Mo thought that he was out of his preference for tailors in his own country and didn't say much. He went back to the room with a big box and a small box.

Close the door, Chen Mo put the suit box aside and opened the larger one.

After checking the contents, Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction and left a suit of clothes. Chen Mo put other things back and put the box into the space.

When Albert returned to the living room dressed in a new suit, the scene stunned him to the spot, and he almost cried out.

Another "Albert" is sitting on the sofa and looking at himself, with the same clothes and looks. Albert feels that his brain is not enough.

However, the old man who experienced the vicissitudes of life soon calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"Who are you? How could it be here? "

"Who are you? How could it be here? "

seems to be as like as two peas. The Albert on the sofa speaks like the same old man. Eddie's brain is even more chaotic, but the whole person is more defensive, and his eyes are beginning to get fierce.

Seeing that old Albert with simple mind was bluffing by himself, it's time to fight with each other. Chen Mo took off the mask on his head with a smile, "ha ha! What about? Eddie, I did it the way you do it, like you don't? "

Chen Mo throws the mask away. Old Albert, who has just returned from the sudden change of situation, catches the mask in a hurry and carefully looks at it What is it made of? It looks like it's true. I was completely fooled by you just now. "

"Silica gel, wigs, and paint took me a lot of effort and tried many times to make them." Silica gel has been invented as early as the end of the 19th century, and the technology in this period has been very mature. With the careful modification of Chen Mo, no difference can be found without touching.

"It's amazing! But what about your voice? As like as two peas? " Albert came up with another question.

"It's very simple. Just control the vocal cords, change the pronunciation area, and adjust the way of voice production in the mouth and nose." In reality, many mimetic actors can imitate the stars in a false way, which is not a problem for Chen Mo, who has a strong body control.

Chen has been at Liverpool for a month, and the time has come to February 1942. It's time to leave.

This morning, Chen Mo left the hotel quietly in the fog. He left ten thousand dollars to old Albert on the table in the living room for a short time. Chen Mo was very kind to the old man who was rigorous and generous. His careful and meticulous teaching helped Chen Mo a lot, so he was willing to help him.

This money was nothing to Chen Mo, but it was a huge sum at that time, enough for old Albert to spend the rest of his life safely.

It's a pity that he can't drink the coffee made by Albert himself. Chen Mo shakes his head and leaves Liverpool with these regrets.

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In March 1942, in the remote town of tunsberg, Norway, there was an old and simple church with the royal family's mausoleum.

By this time Norway had been occupied by Germany, but the night in this remote town was still peaceful.Unfortunately, this tranquility was soon broken. It was three stories high, and dozens of meters long huge tanks roared into the town. Where the tracks were pressed, the neat stone slabs were broken one after another, and the surrounding houses were shaking.

The huge steel monster tank went through the small square in the town and drove all the way to the church. It went straight to the gate and hit it. The tall and heavy wooden gate, together with the stone walls around it, collapsed and the smoke and dust scattered. The scene inside was revealed.

In a small space, there are several thick gray stone columns, supporting the round vault of the church. The walls around are carved with ancient and mysterious murals. A heavy and simple sarcophagus is placed in the middle of the church.

There was only an old man with white beard in the church, and a civilian who had no voice under the collapsed stone.

A group of soldiers rushed in from the collapsed gate. Six of them quickly occupied every corner. Armed with guns, the team leader led the remaining three soldiers to the sarcophagus and tried to open it.

A powerful black six-wheel cross-country sports car slowly stopped at the church gate. A tall and cold figure came down from the car. The black and bright long army boots stepped on the hard stone road, making a "Da" and "Da" sound, heavy and depressing. A black military windbreaker, majestic and oppressive, cold face slightly stiff, cold eyes revealed a trace of violence and madness.

The officer walked into the church slowly, and the soldiers in the church were immediately saluted.

"It took me a long time to find this place. I really have to praise you." There was no expression on the officer's cold face. "Help him up."

A soldier hurriedly pulled up the old man. In the face of this sudden change, the old man appeared to be a little alarmed.

"I think you're a visionary, and we're very similar." The officer said that he helped the old man to tidy up his messy clothes, but the voice without any emotion made people feel cold.

"We don't look like that at all." Although he was flustered, the old man was not afraid to give in.

"Is it? But other people think it's superstitious, but you and I think it's science. " Said the officer, looking into the old man's eyes.

"What you're looking for doesn't exist." The old man's voice trembled.

"Why do you have to hide so much?" As if impatient, the officer took off his hat and handed it to his men, and went to the sarcophagus.

Push on the coffin cover with both hands. Several soldiers tried their best to move the sarcophagus, which was easily pushed away by the officer. As the heavy coffin cover fell to the ground, all the things inside were exposed.