[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

They were silent with each other for a few seconds.

"My code name is Nighthawk," Evermond said. "My father did go to war. I do want peace. But if you still can't believe me, I can understand."

But all Enjolras could think of was: her eyes were so bright.

There was no light on in the corridor, only a little light at the end of the passage, which was extremely dim when it reached the other end, but Enjolras' eyes stayed in the pure darkness for a long time, with the help of this little light, he could also see the Her face was clearly visible.She didn't look at all the harsh and cold image she had when he was tortured, as if the darkness had cast a veil on her, making her cheeks and lips soft in the shadows.Her eyes were large, and there was a little sadness in her looking at him: all this made him feel that she was indeed a person of flesh and blood.

"If you suspect that this is a double reed, I can understand it, but unfortunately it is not. Fernand can't wait to confirm my words: they will need your body to stir up public opinion. This is a new clue. If you don't open your mouth , I will start to check from him. If everything goes well, maybe I can follow him to find the main combat faction in our country, and then check their connection with the main combat faction in country F-but I need to check this long list of all It's taking too long. I hope it's in time. I hope it's still in time."

She reached out to close the window, as if she was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"You know Ambassador Lucy Dane, don't you?" she asked.

Enjolras nodded.

"From now on, I will be in charge of all contact with you. If it is not me, it is Ambassador Lucy. If someone comes to bring you food and drink, don't eat and drink, throw them away. If someone comes to take you away, find Opportunity resists them—go out of this corridor and run to the right is Lucy Darney's office, go find her."

She looked down and motioned Enjolras to look at the small window below.A small needleless syringe fell through the window into Enjolras' palm.

"A powerful stimulant, used in an emergency, I hope you don't use it."

Enjolras gripped the small cylinder tightly.Evermond was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head and smiled.

"If I don't come back, and Lucy isn't here..." she said, "then you and I are just the first to be swept under the waves of war, and there's nothing to say. Good luck. "

She reached out to close the window and kept her eyes on him.When the window was closed to the last third, Enjolras raised his hand and pressed it against the barbed wire.

Evermond's movements stopped.

"Before I was brought here, I was taken aside and whispered to me that no military secrets should be revealed," said Enjolras, "but he is a civilian, and if, according to the information he is entitled to know, Our military has not conducted any secret-related operations in the past few months, so there should be nothing that cannot be said. Why did he remind me of this in particular? "

"Who is it?" Evermond asked.

"He came to pick up people with the embassy of country E. I don't know him. He is a male in his forties, with black hair, green eyes, and two mustaches above his lips. He is a little shorter than me."

"A little dark skin? Single eyelid? Curly hair?"

Enjolras nodded.

"Captain Cafra. He is not a subordinate of General Lamarck, but he has always advocated peace." Evermond responded with a serious expression, "Either he knows something inside, or the peace faction in country F appeared inside. Turned out to be a traitor. So that's it... this is our blind spot. He has access to everyone in this chain of events, but no one thought to check him before."

Enjolras paused for a moment.His fingers on the barbed wire kept trembling, and Evremond looked at him without urging. "Recently, the army has indeed undergone several secret transfers. I thought it was approved by General Lamarck. Now that I think about it, he may not have known about those secret orders. I can't tell you the specific content of the transfer, but that Several orders were passed—"

He hesitated for a moment, "There is a lieutenant named Courfeyrac at the headquarters. Is he still alive?"

"He has already resigned." Evermond said, Enjolras looked up suddenly, "The reason is that he suffered a sudden illness and was recuperating in the isolation ward. If he is your friend, you can rest assured that he is not dead."

"how do you know?"

"Because if you want to silence, you can just pass away with a sudden illness. Since he didn't die, it means that maybe he has something to do with it, and maybe there is something useful for him. I will investigate this matter myself. I guess he Like you, they are the ones who are directly responsible for delivering the secret orders, right? Do you know who the sender is?"

"I don't know. But Goofy might know."

"I see," said Evermond. "I'll look it up right away."

She paused, and Enjolras dropped his hand from the wire to show he had nothing else to say.

"Remember, anything, I'll come in person. If I can't come, then Ambassador Lucy Dane will come. Trust no one but me and her," she repeated, and closed the window.

Enjolras could hear her hurried footsteps going down the corridor.This time she left the gap in the small window below.

The next time the cell door was opened, Enjolras could hardly think.

The lack of sleep and sensory deprivation for an unknown period of time (maybe fifty or sixty hours) has brought him to the brink of collapse—no matter how determined his will is, the soul still lives in the flesh/body after all, and is subject to hormones, Innervation of nerve signals and various chemicals.Fortunately, Evermond left him that gap last time, which allowed him to sit up with the remaining rationality and distinguish the person standing in front of him——

He breathed a sigh of relief, it was Evermond.It's Nighthawk.

It took him a few more seconds to realize that the entire door had been opened this time, and Nighthawk was half-kneeling at the door, smiling and reaching out to him.

Enjolras put his hand in hers drowsily.

She smiled, but did not refuse, and pulled him out of the cell in this posture, and sat at the door.Then she held out her other hand to him. "Give me back the stimulant," she said, "You don't need to use it."

"Finished?" Enjolras asked.

"That's right," Nighthawk said.

Enjolras felt relieved.He reached out to touch the stimulant hidden in his sleeve, his fingers were weak, and he took it out after a few touches.Nighthawk took it away, and under the faint light in the corridor, Enjolras saw that there was a colorless and transparent liquid in the syringe without any label.

He has no way of knowing whether it is really a stimulant or saline in it.Nighthawk massaged his shoulders to make him sit, then pulled out the hood and put it on him, wrapping his hands around his neck and smoothing the hood behind his head.Then she took his hand again and helped him stand up.

Enjolras' fingers were cold.At least 50 hours of sleep deprivation made his heart beat extremely fast, his fingers were covered in cold sweat, and he trembled slightly.Nighthawk's fingers were only slightly warmer than his, but steady and strong.She didn't handcuff him, but just pulled him by hand through the corridor, up the steps, around and around.Finally she stood still, held Enjolras' shoulders and led him to turn around, then pressed down, Enjolras fell down with her strength, and sat on a soft surface.

His hood was taken off, and Nighthawk stuffed a small glass bottle in his hand, and he drank the liquid almost out of habit. "Okay, go to sleep," Nighthawk said, smiling at him.She smiled beautifully, like a young girl should have a smile, "I will try my best not to let the war start while you are asleep."

She turned and went out, locking the iron bars.Enjolras fell on that bed, he could almost feel the medicine working in his body, the effect of the previous medicine was gradually fading, and the darkness engulfed him little by little.

Enjolras was held here for another week or so before finally being released.

Apparently, the embassy of country E didn't build so many cells. This time, he was held in an ordinary single room. The interior of the room was like a hotel, a little shabby, but it had all the necessary things, food and The water is also slowly returning to normal levels.

On the third day after changing to this room, Evermond opened the door.

She walked in very naturally, as if she had already made an appointment with him.Enjolras, who was doing push-ups, saw her and got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Can I have a newspaper?" he asked.

Evermond pursed her lips and laughed, and she took out her hand behind her back, holding a newspaper in her hand.She threw the rolled newspaper to Enjolras, who caught it in the air with his hand raised, and unfolded it to browse: the headline on the front page was the news of the friendly talks between the heads of state E and F.He continued to flip back, and saw his name on the second page: the case had been solved, and another soldier stole his gun and set it up to blame.The suspect has confessed and the first public trial will be held in a few days.

"Is he the real murderer?" Enjolras asked.

"Maybe it can be said that it is. The real culprit in my mind is in the ninth edition." Evermond said, going around the bed and sitting on the chair opposite him.

Enjolras rolled back.The ninth edition published the current defense minister of country F and the transfer of a series of military generals, almost all of whom were the names of the main combat faction.He took a quick glance, refolded the newspaper and set it aside. "So, when do I leave?" he asked. "I need to go to the public trial?"

"The public trial is still a week away. The situation outside is not stable. We have contacted General Lamarck, and he also agreed to let you stay here for a few more days. Someone will pick you up in three days."

"Okay." Enjolras said, nodding cooperatively.

For a moment they were speechless and looked at each other.And Enjolras was surprised to find that Evermond had also lost weight.

In the past few days, he himself has naturally lost a lot of weight, and Evermond doesn't look much better than him.She is wearing makeup, and she still looks gorgeous at first glance, but sitting so close, you can see her cheeks thinning, see the red blood under her eyes, the crack on her lips, and the unconcealable point haggard.

"You've lost weight." He blurted out somehow.

Evermond made no effort to hide his surprise.She looked at him in surprise, then her expression gradually turned into thought, and finally she smiled slightly.

"The previous sensory deprivation experiment would isolate you from the outside world, and the medicine injected before would amplify your neural activity. In this isolation, the only person you can contact is me, and the only one who shows kindness Just me. You know what it's called in psychology?"

"Stockholm." Enjolras said calmly, "I know."

"As long as you know," said Evermond, "I'm so sorry—I'll always be true to my duty."

She got up to leave, and Enjolras turned around to watch her, without saying anything.

Three days passed in a flash, during which Evremonde did not appear again, until early in the morning of the last day, when Enjolras finished washing, she knocked on the door. "It's time to return you to your country," she said with ease, as if it were a normal reception. "Follow me, please."

Enjolras followed her through the corridor of the embassy. It was very early, the sun had just risen, and the corridor was empty before the embassy went to work. "Any medicines that have been used for you should have been metabolized. If you still feel pain in your arms in the future, which affects your training or daily life, you can try massage or hypnosis. It should be eradicated once or twice." She walked Said, "If you ask about the things you know, you don't have to keep it secret-I will be transferred from here soon, and this identity will not be used again in the future."

"You're actually more than 24 years old, are you?" Enjolras asked suddenly.Evermond gave a soft "Huh?" and tilted his head towards him.

"You are already enough to be the main person in charge of such a big thing. No matter what kind of genius you are, it is impossible for you to take on such a heavy responsibility at the age of 24. When you were talking to me across the door as 'Nighthawk', you It would be a lie to say that the last war ended when you were four years old. You were much more than four years old then."

Evermond smiled slightly. "I'm an agent of Country F." She said briskly and confidently, "Don't have too high expectations of me."

"What, then, is the truth in what you have said to me?" asked Enjolras.

They had already reached the gate of the embassy, ​​and there was only a screen between them and the glass gate.Evermond stopped, and the two stood on the edge of the screen.

"Any sentence I said to you, including this one, may be a lie, and it can all be a lie." She said, "You know this truth very well, don't you?"

"I know that well," said Enjolras, "but—"

Evermond gently put a finger to his lips, and Enjolras' upper lip brushed the finger unexpectedly.She has calluses on her fingertips. "No but," she said softly, even in this empty hall, as softly as a whisper, "This is wrong. Forget it."

"It was not a mistake," said Enjolras.

She just responded with an invisible smile, took a step back, and signaled him to move forward.Through the glass door, you can see that there is a car waiting outside.Enjolras walked towards the door, holding the handle of the glass door, and when he was about to push it open, he couldn't help but look back again. Evremond stood in the shadow cast by the screen and watched him go to the sun.

"If we meet again," he heard her voice, "you can call me Corona."

The author has something to say: order a song "The Truth Is False" for Enjolras in the episode.