My own war game

Chapter 269 Ominous Prophecy
One day, He Chi was blocked by Laura in front of the bedroom.

"Who is Christine Sinnier?" The girl's barrage of questions almost made He Chi change his judgment, thinking that Lola was really a player.

But after calming down a little, He Chi figured out the reason, so he asked in a low voice, "Did you peek at my computer?"

"It's a routine check to prevent unfaithful men!" Laura immediately asked, "Half of your Wikipedia search records start with this woman's name. What are you doing?"

"Just writing a paper, searching for a little-known historical figure."

"Really? Not an excuse to be a playboy?"

"What else? Didn't you see that all the links on my Wikipedia are from major libraries?"

"Okay, let's just say I'm just overly sensitive, but you can't blame me for that. You've been acting mysterious lately."

Lola left, and He Chi returned to the room and opened his computer again. There were already more than 50 results related to Christine. The answers were all academic papers or Facebook pages by authors with the same name. The few with a few words were logs, and there was almost no relevance.

He Chi added a series of suffixes such as World War II and Free France to it, but there was no suitable matching answer.

Very strange.

Even a small soldier like Tanya, who had no official position, had stories passed down. As Charles de Gaulle's assistant, Christine should have been in the top five in Free France. There is no reason why there is no trace of her.

After thinking for a while, He Chi changed his idea and searched the name [Pierre Madou] on the Internet again. This person was the chief of the Free French External Security Bureau in his world, and Christine replaced him in the copy world.

The results became richer all of a sudden, with a large amount of data and information appearing, but this was not what He Chi was concerned about.

He added the entry again, [If de Gaulle had no Pierre Madou].

The results came out. In addition to some relevant historical papers, what was screened out was actually a group of novels. He Chi clicked on one of the books called "The Rose of France".

The writing quality was very poor and it was a bit difficult to read, but the heroine of the book caught He Chi's attention.

【Christine Crawford】

The names are very similar.

As for the plot, it is almost a replica of Christine's first half of her life, including the establishment of Charles de Gaulle's private intelligence organization and the escape to Britain on a transport plane from France.

However, when He Chi wanted to read on, he found that the second half of the novel had been blocked because it was suspected of plot plagiarism and involved copyright disputes, and was currently suspended from publication.

He Chi looked at the author's name: "Mark Zak"

Then He Chi picked up the phone on the desk and said, "Chief Diallo, I want you to help me check someone."
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Two days later, Cleveland, Ohio.

The city was once an important manufacturing center in the United States, but as industry moved abroad, the city experienced a severe economic recession, with the poverty rate reaching 30%, forming a huge gathering area of ​​the lower-class population in the suburbs of this large city.

As soon as He Chi stepped into this large slum, he found that someone was watching him secretly. The dark alleys were full of stagnant water, and there were suspicious medicine bottles and scattered syringes in the corners. From time to time, the sounds of couples quarreling could be heard from the houses on both sides, and there were even professional moans from street prostitutes.

This place sucks.

He Chi couldn't imagine what kind of person would write a novel in such an environment.

He pushed open the door of a motel, and several malicious glances fell on him.

"Hey man, what do you want?" The waiter with a tongue piercing came over and looked at the Asian man who came in with a look of prey. He Chi took out 50 yuan and gave it to him, "Just some snacks and soft drinks, and I want to ask you something."

The waiter casually brought out some chips and nuts, poured a glass of Coca-Cola, and collected the money on the table. "Go ahead."

"Do you have a tenant here named Mark Zach? I'm his distant relative, and I want to talk to him about something."

"Sorry, this concerns the privacy of the guests, and I think you two don't look alike at all... Oh, now it seems that you look alike." It turned out that He Chi took out a Franklin and placed it under the cup.

"Just a little bit similar?" He Chi drew out another one.

"Now you look like brothers." The waiter chuckled and collected the money on the table, then pointed upstairs and said, "Turn left on the second floor. There is a nameplate on the house. He should be in the house now, but if you want to collect the money, you may be disappointed."

"why?"

"You are the third person to come to collect debts recently, and you are so generous. He must owe you a lot, right? But I bet he can't even take out 500 yuan now." The waiter flicked Franklin's finger, making a crisp sound.

As I walked up the stairs, a short guy wearing a pair of headphones was walking down from the opposite side.

"Mark Zach?"

The little guy glanced at He Chi and then ran away.

"stop!!!"

The two people were chasing each other in the dark alley. Mark Zak in front kept knocking down the debris on the side to interfere with He Chi's route, and then he disappeared in the complex alley with his familiarity with the terrain.

A few minutes later, Mark Zak walked out of another exit of the block and let out a long sigh, "Damn! The debt collectors are getting more and more difficult to deal with. I finally got rid of them..."

"What did you throw away?" The Asian man just now stood in front, opened his coat, and showed the thing inside.

Later, in a nice local French restaurant, Mark Zach was excitedly finishing the herbed lamb chops in front of him, sipping a glass of red wine from time to time.

“You should have told me earlier, there are so many debt collectors lately... I thought you were one of them..." Mark Zak spoke very unclearly because he had something in his mouth, and he missed out a lot of key information.

It was not until the other party had eaten and drunk their fill that He Chi understood the whole situation - this unlucky guy had actually published a book at his own expense and owed a huge foreign debt. The sales of the book were not good to begin with, and he was accused of plagiarism, so he had to hide in a motel in the slums.

"Did you really plagiarize?" He Chi took out a few bills and handed them to the other party.

"Of course not. All my writing ideas come from the dreams I had when I was a child. The plots in the dreams were very clear, so I wrote them all down." The other party said indignantly, and counted the number of banknotes.

"Then why..."

"How should I know?! Another guy wrote the same novel with the exact same plot as mine. He also claimed that he got the writing ideas from a dream. The worst thing is that his book was published before mine." Mark Zak complained incessantly.

"Is it still the Mandela effect?" He Chi muttered to himself, and then said, "Can I have a look at your book?"

"It doesn't matter. We can't sell them anyway." The other party took out a book with frayed edges from his briefcase and handed it over.

He Chi took the book and turned directly to the last chapter. The content on the chapter made his pupils shrink suddenly.

"In 1944, the heroine Christine Crawford was arrested in Paris, and the French rose withered before the dawn of victory."

(End of this chapter)