The banquet was interrupted slightly by a sudden knock at the door, and the old butler came back with tall steps and reported:

"The host, there was a reporter outside the door, he called himself Charles. Murphy"

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

Caught up? Referring to a dinner party?

The second half of Eugene's words was quiet, but it was still heard by An Yizhi, who had been paying attention to his surroundings. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Invite him in"

After the old butler left, Eugene said to the maid who was waiting:

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

"Yes, master"

After a while, a man who was soaked from top to bottom followed the old butler in.

He was about 25 years old, dressed in a leather coat and a certain floppy hat, tall and walked with a distinctly military demeanor, probably a veteran.

"Please use a towel, give me your coat and we will dry it for you"

"Thank you"

He took off his coat and handed it to the old butler. A cropped waistcoat and white shirt are exposed, and the camera hangs around his neck.

"Welcome to the Humble House, Mr. Charles"

"My pleasure, Mr. Eugene"

"You must be hungry, you must be hungry."

Charles smiled wryly:

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

"That's unfortunate, oh, I'm sorry guys, I'll tell you about it"

Eugene raised his glass and said:

"This is Charles. Mr. Murphy, the hero of the previous World War, who as a war correspondent documented one horrific battle after another until the final victory of the Allies, allow us to pay tribute to you, to the hero"

Everyone also raised their glasses to pay tribute to the war correspondent, and the two players also learned the same thing.

"Thank you, I am just one of thousands of soldiers, I dare not call myself a hero, the real heroes are those who died for the victory of the anti-fascist war, pay tribute to the deceased"

"Honour the Dead"

Then the old butler returned with his servants, and they took the portion of the dinner that belonged to Charles.

Eugene smiled and said:

"I hope my chef's craftsmanship matches your taste, today there is my favorite pork liver soup"

"Thank you, I like it too"

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

After everyone introduced themselves, the banquet began to get better, and Charles's arrival made him the center of attention, and everyone except for the two players was more interested in what he saw in the World War.

But An Yizhi had a different opinion, and he whispered to Tu Hongyu:

"Watch out for this guy, he's not a journalist, and the name Charles is likely to be fake"

"How do you tell?"

"Hmph"

did not answer Tu Hongyu directly, An raised his wine glass and asked Charles with a smile:

"Mr. Castle, you are so brave, can you tell us a little more about the battlefield on the Western Front"

"No problem, Mr. Ann"

Charles didn't care, and told the past of the world war in a smooth voice.

From the awkward Dunkirk retreat, to the tragic Normandy landings, to the decisive Battle of the Bulge, and finally to the artillery melt of Berlin.

An Yizhi listened to his words, and then explained to Tu Hongyu in a low voice:

"As soon as he walked in the door, I noticed that something was wrong, have you ever seen a reporter who doesn't use a camera as a treasure?"

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

"People are war correspondents, and there is no way to do that kind of environment on the battlefield."

"This is just one of the suspicions, I just noticed that when Eugene called him by name, this Mr. Charles was a little slower to react, and the battle he was talking about was mostly imagined by himself based on newspaper reports"

"Can you hear that?"

"Nonsense, this thing will be exposed as soon as it opens its mouth, the NPCs may not be aware of it, I ask you, how many people died in the Normandy landings"

"Well, I guess it's a lot, I've long forgotten what the history teacher taught."

An Yizhi was speechless, how to say that it was also one of the most tragic landing battles in human history, you should have some impressions.

"It's true that a lot of people died in the Normandy landings, and Charles said it tragically, but don't forget what identities you and I are in the dungeon"

"What does this have to do with identity?"

"Still don't understand? We're both British, and the place where the script takes place is also in the UK, do you remember where the British army was on the beach during the Normandy landings? ”

"Uh, you just say the result"

"The British army was in charge of the sword and the golden beach, and these two battles were not tragic, the impressive Normandy landing took place on Omaha beach, which was partly the responsibility of the United States, and the total number of deaths on the beach under the responsibility of the British army did not exceed 1,000"

"You can tell from that that he's lying?"

"His lies are very clever, nine truths mixed with one lie, if I guess correctly, he did participate in World War II, he is a veteran, but the unit he belongs to is not the British army, but the American army, you listen carefully, the scene he describes is mostly the battle in which the American army and the British army participated at the same time, and there has never been a battle in which the British army fought against the German army alone, this is because he is worried about revealing the stuff"

As Ann said, Charles described almost all of the scenes when he fought with the British army, and the NPCs would not find it strange because they felt that it was impossible to tell the whole story of World War II at a dinner party, and they thought that Charles had only picked up a few important stories. But in the eyes of later generations, Charles's perspective is somewhat strange, he is obviously a war correspondent for the British army, but he describes it from the perspective of the American army.

"This guy should be a key person, pay more attention to him"

"Well, you're right"

"Don't show it, be natural, just don't do it"

Regardless of the purpose of the so-called Mr. Charles, it is not a good choice to expose it now, and An Yizhi decided to wait and see.

The dinner went smoothly, and after everyone had eaten and drunk enough, the butler asked the servants to change the tea and dessert after the meal.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must be curious about why I invited you to such a deep mountain."

Eugene spoke:

"It all started with my ancestors"

"Your ancestors...... Earl Harrison? ”

"That's right, Mr. Monston"

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

"My ancestors were famous for collecting old books, but the Harrison family has completely declined since my grandfather's generation, and even the vast collection of precious books collected by my ancestors had to be sold to make ends meet."

Everyone listened quietly, and no one said much.

"I took over the dilapidated Harrison family from my father, and after 30 years of hard work, I finally restored part of the glory of the Harrison family, and most of the ancestral books that were sold before have also been recovered, and today I invite you to come here to appreciate the rarest collection of my ancestors' collection, the ritual and sacrificial book of Ugarit, this book comes from the Mesopotamian civilization, the oldest people in history today."

it!

The clay tablet book he said was sitting in An Yizhi's coat pocket at this time, and he knew that he was not in a hurry to pack things away first.

Well, if it's exposed, maybe Eugene will call the servant to chase him with a gun. What the? You say stealing a book is not stealing? Kong Yiji also thinks so......

Now the only way to do this is to run away with urine. As for returning the clay tablet book? This is not within the scope of An Yizhi's consideration at all, and he doesn't even want to spit out after eating something!

"Please move, I will take you to appreciate this historical ......"

Before Eugene could finish speaking, he heard a loud clatter, and the lights in the restaurant went out at the same time.

Mrs. Munston on the other side of the table let out a small exclamation, which stood out in the darkness. However, others are very calm, and the construction of power facilities in this era is not perfect, and power outages for various reasons are common.

"Please wait a moment and don't wander around, I'll check it out"

The old butler's voice sounded, and then Ann pointed to hear Eugene say go and go back quickly.

Outside the house, thunder roared, and the flashes of thunder snakes shot into the room through the wide windows again and again, reflecting terrifying shadows.

An Yizhi and Tu Hongyu's position was right opposite the window, and the old housekeeper in a raincoat could be vaguely seen walking through the window, probably to check the power facilities.

"Don't worry, Stan knows how to fix electricity, wait a minute"

Eugene, as the host, opened his mouth to comfort everyone, and this kind of thing happened during the treat, which really made the face of the host family not look good.

After a while, the light bulb on the second floor flickered, and it seemed that the light was about to be restored.

"Ugh! Yes! ”

At this moment, everyone heard a suppressed scream from the darkness.

- Boom!

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

Witnessing the scene of Eugene's death, Ann Yizhi was not surprised, but felt a little relieved.

The plot has finally begun......