Louis closed the door after peeking down the hallway.

"Well, they're not suspicious, and the spy staring at me is a fool, thank goodness." He gestured to the pilot as he spoke, which was just his habit as a conductor, and he didn't see any connection with what he said, "I'm going to help you get in touch, is it the hammam on Oak Street?" Why did you choose to meet in the bathroom? ”

"This is what the political work department told us, saying that we can find the underground party there." The pilot shrugged, "I don't know why I chose a bathroom." ”

Louie shook his head and went to the coat rack to get dressed.

"I'll say okay, I've helped you, and I'm going to France after that, I've had enough of this place. Although I was born and raised in England, you can tell by my name that I'm French. ”

"You were born and raised in England?" The pilot looked surprised, "I think you're French." ”

"You're prejudiced!"

"Oh come on, as if the French were not prejudiced against the Americans," the pilot said, "I went to the towns near the French bases for a drink, and the girls at the bars thought I could ride a horse and a cow, and that I had to duel people once a week, and they asked me, 'Where's your gun?' as if every American had a revolver with him." ”

"What, isn't that so?" Louis looked at the pilot in front of him in surprise, "But I just saw you take off your holster." ”

"Because I'm on a combat mission." The pilot spread his hands.

"Well, none of that matters, now you get me in the cupboard! Even though the fool didn't realize there was anyone else in the house, if someone else came in and saw you, it would have been made. ”

"Uh......"

"Don't uh, let me in!" Louis took the hand of the pilot who claimed to be an American, dragged him to the cabinet, forced him to enter, "Hide, don't come out, wait for me to come back!" ”

Hiding the pilot, Louis put on his coat and went out. As soon as he went out, the spy who was napping in the corner immediately stood up, and he yawned and said, "Where are you going, it's so cold outside......"

"If you want to complain, you can not follow me, I'm glad to do it." Louis gave the agent a blank look, turned and walked down the corridor, and after a few steps he looked back, and was satisfied to see that the agent was following him, and had no intention of entering the house to search.

Louis quickened his pace and quickly exited the doors of the Royal Albert Hall. Outside the door, Hyde Park looked desolate, and a large number of dead leaves were not swept at all. Last month, the leaves of the trees in the park had only turned yellow, so they still looked a little poetic, but now that winter is approaching, the deciduous trees are almost all smooth, and the leaves on the ground are all black dead leaves, which does not look so pleasant.

In the past, on Halloween, there was a masquerade ball held by the noble young masters in Hyde Park, which was full of dead leaves, and Louis just finished the evening performance, and he saw the scene of the ball when he left the concert hall.

At the time, he could not believe that the country had been driven to the brink of defeat.

Now even Hyde Park is in a state of decline, considering that it is a favorite social spot for the upper class, with concert halls and some of London's most expensive hostels and hotels nearby. Hyde Park was also the site of the first Universal Exposition, which can be seen as a sign of the heyday of the British Empire.

Louis stepped on the dead leaves under his feet, and couldn't help but sigh some vicissitudes. Louis's ancestors left France to settle in England in order to escape the fate of being hung by street lamps, and then saw Britain become the world's number one power, and once wanted to change their surnames that had been passed down from generation to generation. I don't know how those ancestors would feel when they saw the scene in Hyde Park now.

Louie pursed his lips and decided to focus on the matter at hand.

"Oak Street, Turkish Bath."

Louis knew the street of Oak Street, and in fact many Londoners did. Because there is a legend about this street in London. Legend has it that this street was once inhabited by a chubby inventor and a tall lanky wizard, as well as a little girl who looked to be only fourteen years old, and the three of them lived with the little girl's personal maid at 221 Oak Street, and it is said that they would often be visited by big people and asked for their help in solving strange phenomena.

The legend had been circulating in the city of London for a long time, and Louis had heard it when he was a child, but no one could tell what exactly the men had solved, and there was no house number called 221B on Oak Street. Some say it's a parody of Conan Doyle's great detective by a crappy novelist, but unfortunately the magazine goes out of business.

But Louie had never read a novel about the three men.

Because it was so incredible, Louis thought it was strange. He had been to Oak Street and found that it was just an ordinary street, and there was nothing special about it except for the hammam on the street.

Oak Street is not too far from Hyde Park, within walking distance.

Louie's walk was fast, and in just half an hour, the iconic oak trees of Oak Street came into view.

Louis looked at the huge oak tree and wondered if it had grown taller again, it is said that the grandfather of the nearby residents was still here, when London was not as big as it is now, and there was a manor near it, and crops were grown.

Louis stared at the oak tree for a long time, and he always felt that the big tree had a kind of magic that would make people stare at its luxuriant canopy incessantly.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to walk into the Oak Street, but suddenly found a young aristocratic lady sitting on a bench reading a book leisurely under the oak tree, and her personal maid was holding an umbrella beside her, as if to shield the eldest lady from the dead leaves falling from the oak tree.

The girl looked to be about fourteen years old.

Louis opened his mouth wide and looked at the girl, and he couldn't help but think of the familiar urban legend.

At this time, the girl noticed Louie, and she was slightly surprised, and then Louie saw the girl lightly open her lips - her voice did not seem to pass through Louie's ears, but directly into Louie's head.

"It's amazing, it seems that time and space have been slightly distorted, as is occasionally the case in the world of zào created by the same creator. It shouldn't matter, when the person who created the zào world has had enough, the world will return to its original state. Or does this bald gentleman want to come and play in our world? Ah, it seems that the twist is over, then goodbye, Mr. Bald. ”

As soon as Louis ...... "bald" wanted to lose his temper, the girl and the maid disappeared from his eyes together. Louis looked around with wide eyes, but he didn't see the two of them, he looked up at the tree above him, and suddenly realized that the strange aura that had just lingered on the tree had disappeared.

He glanced back at the agent who was following him, and saw that the latter's expression was clearly wondering why he had stopped.

"Strange thing." Louis shook his head, deciding not to think about it yet.

Finally, Louis came to the door of the hammam, took a deep breath, and strode into the bathroom.

At first, he thought that the operator of the bathroom was a member of NERV, so he dangled twice in front of the security guard in the antechamber of the bathroom, whistling to the tune of mandarin duck tea.

As a result, the security guard looked at him with an expression of "this person is sick", which made him feel embarrassed. In order to hide his embarrassment, he came to the front desk to pay for the key to the locker in the locker room, and at the same time did not forget to continue to hum the tune of "Mandarin Duck Tea".

The front desk was a big-shouldered and round-waisted aunt, who raised her eyebrows, threw the key card to Louis and said, "I don't like baldness." ”

"What?" Louis was about to have a seizure, and his morale was directly beaten into a negative number by the domineering glaring of the aunt, and he picked up the key card and left.

Louis took the key tag, went to the dressing room to take off his clothes, took out a bath towel from the cabinet and put it around his waist, and went into the bathroom.

He whistles and searches the smoky bathroom for guys who look like members of the Underground Order.

He saw a mighty bearded uncle who looked like he had been in a battle-hardened underground party, so he leaned over.

The uncle stared at him with a neurotic expression.

"Mandarin duck tea, mandarin duck loquat," Louis felt that maybe the underground party was not particularly familiar with the melody of the music, so he simply sang the lyrics, "Me and you, you and me, Aaron~"

Louie, out of his own musical literacy and habits, sang the last lyrical ALONE nine songs and eighteen turns, showing the lingering meaning.

The uncle protected his chest with one hand and pressed his crotch with the other, putting on a defensive posture, but he immediately realized that it didn't seem right, so he changed the hand blocking the crotch to the back and blocked the chrysanthemum.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean that......"

As soon as Louis spoke, the stout fat uncle put his hand covering his chest under to block his crotch.

Louis was speechless for a moment, he scratched his ears and cheeks for a long time, and finally sighed when he saw that the guests around him were all very guarded and moved away from him.

"I'm asking for myself," he muttered quietly, "how could there be a secret organization in the bathroom!" ”

As he spoke, he turned around and saw the spy who had also taken off his suit standing at the door, and the moment the two met their eyes, the agent took a step back.

"Well, sir, I'd better wait for you outside." After the spy finished speaking, he turned around and left the bathroom, and when he left, he didn't forget to protect the chrysanthemum with his hand.

Louis looked unbearable: "Damn! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was grabbed.

The one who grabbed his hand was the uncle who had just covered the chrysanthemum: "You are not a German, where is the pilot?" ”

Louis was stunned for a long time before replying, "In ...... In the cupboard. ”

"What?" This time it was the uncle's turn to be stunned.

(221 Oak Street B is the author's short story series for the magazine, but as soon as the first issue was published, the magazine was shot and banned because it intended to publish Prince Ma's "Red Peak Old Talks", and then struggled for several months and still knelt down...... Send it to everyone to see a freshness related to the work, readers on the mobile phone can not see the work related, please go to the main site of the Genesis Chinese Network to see)