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The next day Andre woke up in the arms of a green-eyed girl. It took him ten minutes to remember that the girl seemed to be called Anna, or Lina? So Andre spent another five minutes thinking about this question, and then said eagerly: "Anna..."

"Anna is sleeping next door!" The girl lowered her face.

"Ah...I'm sorry...I...I really..." Andre suddenly became at a loss. Of course Andre knew the identity of this girl who might be called Lina, and he wouldn't have any foolish ideas. However, after exercising with someone all night, and the next morning, I called him the wrong name when I opened my mouth. This is really a bit...

Seeing Andre's appearance, the girl couldn't help stretching out her hand and pursing her lips and laughed. This action caused the thin blanket on her shoulders to slip off, exposing her smooth shoulders, which slightly reflected a soft halo in the morning light, but the girl didn't notice it at all.

"Andrei, I was joking with you," said the girl. "I am Anna, and the next door is Lina."

"Ah," Andre tapped his head lightly, "I really drank a little too much last night...my companion..."

"Mr. Petliuf, you mean? I'm afraid he won't get up for a while." The girl who might be named Anna replied, "Why, are you going to get up?"

"Yes, what time is it?"

The girl pointed her finger to the other side: "The clock is right there, you can see for yourself."

Andre has no idea where the clock is. To be honest, he was so drunk last night that he didn't know how he got into this room. After he got in, he was busy exercising again. Notice the non-sports-related furnishings?

Andre turned his head and looked over there. There was a grandfather clock over there, and the hour hand had already pointed to the nine o'clock position.

"Ah!" Andre jumped up from the bed like an electric shock, "Damn it, it's already nine o'clock! There must be no seats now."

"Andre, what seat is there? Are you in a hurry?" The girl frowned slightly, as if blaming Andre for his lack of style.

"Ah, the seat in the library, after lunch, I definitely can't grab it!" Andre jumped up, grabbed the clothes that were thrown on the ground last night, and hurriedly put them on.

"Let me help you." The girl also got up, and helped Andre get dressed while smiling, "You must be studying mechanics or something?"

"Ah, how do you know?"

"Only those who study these things will still think about grabbing a seat in the library at this time. Those who study art like Mr. Petliuf and the others don't have to think about these things at all," the girl said.

"Do you know a student of mechanics?"

"I know a few. They are all the same as you. When you wake up in the morning, your first reaction is to ask the time." The girl laughed.

Andre got dressed, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I should go, um, is Anatole next door?"

"Probably so. If he hadn't changed rooms last night."

Andre nodded, turned around and hugged the girl lightly, then opened the door and went out, walked to the door next door, just about to knock on the door, but heard a faint sound of frolicking inside. sound. Andre put down his raised hand.

After a while, the voice inside didn't stop at all.

Andre stood at the door in embarrassment for a while, then turned around and walked back, and said to "Anna", "Anna, my friend will come out in a while, tell him for me, and say that I will go back first."

"Okay, but I can assure you he won't be out until lunchtime."

Andre nodded and was about to leave. He looked around but didn't know where to go.

"Let me take you out, Andre." "Anna" walked over and grabbed his hand.

Andre left the Moulin Rouge and came to the street. It was almost 9:30 in the morning, but the streets in this area were as quiet as midnight. Except for a few policemen patrolling on horseback, there is almost no one on the street—this is a place where day and night are turned upside down.

Andre walked to the station by himself, where there were only a few empty cars parked there now, and the horses were not on the cars. It seems that there is only one two-wheeled buggy with horses, and the driver is standing aside smoking a pipe.

Andre hurried forward to explain that he was going back to the University of Paris. The driver offered a price that Andre wanted to refuse very much, and he was determined not to counter the price.

"You can't wait for a coach until twelve o'clock," said the coachman.

So Andre had no choice but to allow the coachman to kill him, and chose to go back quickly to grab a seat in the library after lunch.

At the same time, in the Moulin Rouge, Lucien has also woken up from the embrace of several pairs of smooth and soft arms. He sat up on his oversized bed, and several beautiful girls, including last night The one who led the singing and dancing on the stage of the Moulin Rouge.

Several girls helped Lucien get dressed and washed. Someone else pulled a rope, which was attached to a brass bell.

After a while, someone came in with breakfast. Lucien sat down to eat at the table, and several girls sat beside him, feeding Lucien in turn.

After dinner, Emma, ​​Lucien's female secretary, came in with a briefcase under her arm, and the girls retreated consciously. After they quit, Emma took out a report from the briefcase and handed it to him.

In addition to being a money-making cave, the Moulin Rouge is also a very important intelligence station for the Ministry of Truth. Most of the girls here are working for the investigative department of the Ministry of Truth at the same time, and the beds, sofas, and other places in every room here are hidden copper pipes for wiretapping. At any time, behind these copper pipes All have eavesdropping ears.

Lucien took a quick glance and found that it was mainly related to the small groups of foreign students. Basically, there was nothing new about it. It was just that after drinking too much, these guys started to complain about their own country, and then one by one I want to move a whole set of things from France back to their country and legalize everything. In addition, there are all kinds of reliable and unreliable gossip that those people mentioned in the conversation, and the palace is secretive. Some of these things do have the value of checking.

After reading it, Lucien handed the file to Emma to reinstall, and then handed it over to the intelligence investigation office for analysis and archiving.

To be honest, there are very few people who will really talk about those conspiracies at the Moulin Rouge. The spies of any country know that the Moulin Rouge may be an important stronghold of the Ministry of Truth. However, a lot of economic information can still be obtained from the Moulin Rouge, and with this information, and to confirm the actions of the governments of various countries on the surface, many secrets will no longer be secrets.

In addition, students from Austria, Russia, and even England are generally dissatisfied with the state of their own country. They generally attribute France's success, and their country's relative failure, to the fact that their institutions are somewhat different from France's.

"In addition, let our people try to get in touch with these organizations, of course, in other civil identities." Lucien continued to instruct.

The so-called "civil identity" refers to a series of "non-governmental organizations" under the control of the Ministry of Truth. Over the past year, various "NGOs" have emerged one after another, relying on freedom of association. Most of these organizations claim that they are also non-profit organizations, and their purpose is to make the world a better place.

The earliest such organizations appeared were academic ones, such as "Doctors Without Borders", and then various high-level political and economic organizations began to appear, such as the "World Alliance Against Torture" and the "Free Trade Alliance". Promotion Association", "Fitch Credit Rating", "World Alliance Against Hunger", "Human Rights Promotion Association"... Then there are various cultural organizations, such as "Freelance Writers Association".

Theoretically, these organizations have nothing to do with the government, or even belong to any country, and are "non-profit" (their operating funds mainly come from donations from social elites.) Therefore, they also appear to be extraordinarily neutral and reliable, but In fact, the biggest benefactors of these "non-profit" institutions have always been some unknown affiliates of the Ministry of Truth.

Soon the people of the "Alliance for the Promotion of Democracy and Freedom" found the newly established Russian "National Salvation Agency".