There was a bunch of people gathered in the street at the front, and there were more people gathered in front of the performers than those who performed.

Zhao Shanhe walked over and was a student from the film academy next to him filming night scenes.

It seemed like an experimental movie. Several performers performed in front of the camera like crazy, and several students behind the scenes seemed to be very intoxicated, with only one circle of tourists watching it.

Zhao Shanhe took out his cell phone and looked at the map. It was north of District 18. After passing the Film Academy, he was about to leave the city.

This area is Montmartre Square, the location of Sacred Heart Hall, and belongs to a tourist area. It should be an area with better public security in District 18.

Continue to travel north and pass the Film Academy, Zhao Shanhe came to a crossroads.

The intersection is very quiet, but one of the streets in the east is very lively, and there is a band performing, and the atmosphere is very impatient.

This band is of good quality. Zhao Shanhe listened to a song. Although he couldn't understand French, he was very excited.

After the performance, he lost five dollars in the guitar box in front of the band’s keyboardist.

The guitarist looked at the guitar bag behind Zhao Shanhe, asked with a smile, and saw Zhao Shanhe's confused look, and then asked in English: "Brother, are you also a singer?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled. "I am a beginner and can't compare to you."

He shook his long hair with a little pride. "In this piece, few people can compare to us..."

Zhao Shanhe nodded and asked, "Does the venue fee be paid for performances like you?"

"Of course." This was the keyboardist's answer, and he smiled jokingly. "In addition to the venue fee, we also have to give the club a protection fee, otherwise we can't perform here. Do you want to perform too? Our venue can lend you a song for time."

"Thank you, no need."

Zhao Shanhe withdrew from the crowd and made up his mind.

The identity of this street artist seems to be unusable.

Find a place to live first, and then think about what identity to use to spend some time in Paris.

There is a youth hostel ahead, with a long name, Montmartre, Montclair, and hip-hop youth hostel.

However, the hotel is very small, with only two stores, and based on the five-story building, there are not many rooms.

Seeing that most people were inappropriate in and out, Zhao Shanhe observed for an hour and took out his backpack and came to the door.

There were two rows of chairs at the door and a small table. Zhao Shanhe sat on the row of chairs at the entrance of the hotel and looked decadent.

In the news, some media have already reported on Eggsey's identity. In the media, Eggsey's other identities are just a gangster.

Zhao Shanhe was very confused. What forces are competing behind this?

It is said that the world's richest man was assassinated, and the identity of the assassin should have been announced as soon as possible. After seven or eight hours, we were still vague.

However, another point is the same as Zhao Shanhe's speculation. After Valentine died, the media immediately announced two revenge funds.

Each revenge fund has a scale of 100 million US dollars. No matter who it is, as long as you avenge Valentine, you will have the opportunity to receive a reward of 200 million US dollars.

In other words, both black and white are likely to be Zhao Shanhe's enemies.

If the learning task was not completed, Zhao Shanhe could have completely escaped from Africa, but now, he must hide in a big city.

But everyone, it may be his enemy.

The key is that he can't do anything casually... Who knows whether the police or the killer came to capture him!

"Need help?"

Zhao Shanhe turned his head and looked at it. It was the front desk of the youth hostel. A black woman in her forties had at least 250 kilograms.

The front desk of this kind of hotel will definitely not attract those beautiful girls.

Zhao Shanhe deliberately smiled with a crooked mouth and said with a little carelessness: "No, thank you."

"You don't seem to be very good..."

"I just met a robber in Sacred Heart Church. My passport and cash were robbed. The police left after registering. I am trying to figure out a way."

"The bank card was also robbed?"

"That's not..." Zhao Shanhe patted his chest. "I have money."

The other party walked to Zhao Shanhe, supported the table and asked, "Where are you from?"

“Boston, USA.”

Zhao Shanhe has a strong British accent and can only disguise the accent of people from Northeastern America.

"You can live with us until you get your temporary passport, and our fees are not high."

Zhao Shanhe also said: "I am rich, and a youth hostel has never been my choice. I have never been used to sleeping in the same room with other people since I was a child."

The other party smiled and said enthusiastically: "There is a single room on the first floor. Although there is no sunshine, it can have an independent environment. However, it may be a little noisy during the day because the laundry room is also on the first floor."

"I can handle passports during the day and have to go to perform to make money. It's just quarrel during the day, so that's okay. How much does it cost in one night?"

"Single rooms are more expensive, twenty-five euros, twenty-five euros for double rooms, fifteen euros for four people, ten euros for multiple people."

“Can you check in US dollars?”

"certainly."

It’s not that Zhao Shanhe pretends to be arrogant, this attitude must be expressed.

If he asks the other party, it is more troublesome to have no identity, and he may ask him every few days.

But now the other party wants to do his business, so he won’t be too tight if he takes Joe a little.

This is a very small single room, originally a worker's room next to the laundry room, and the area of ​​the entire cottage is less than five square meters.

Five square meters, the bed takes up half of it, the toilet is at the end of the bed, and there is a toilet bowl behind the toilet.

You can go to the toilet and wash your face and brush your teeth in the room, but if you want to take a shower, go to the public bathroom on the second floor.

Zhao Shanhe was quite satisfied with this environment. After learning about the hotel's background, he became even more satisfied.

Because the owner of this hotel is a black boss in this area, at least one-third of the boss's subordinates are gangsters, thieves, and robbers on the street.

Hotels are an industry of this boss, and they are a place where dirt is hidden.

Without an identity is nothing. If Zhao Shanhe wants a fake identity that can be connected to the Internet, it will be a problem of spending money.

When he returned to the front desk, Zhao Shanhe took out three hundred dollars, equivalent to two hundred and fifty euros, and handed it to the black waiter named Kephne. "The fee is ten days."

Kephne looked at Zhao Shanhe's clothes and smiled and said, "It takes ten days to get the temporary passport. At that time, you should be able to move..."

"Not necessarily, maybe there is something that attracts me more..."

"You will never be disappointed!" Her voice lowered a lot and asked with a smile: "Do you like European or Asian? No matter white girls, black girls, Indian girls, or Eastern girls, you can do everything."

“I like slim, young, and less experienced.”

She smiled and asked again: "The rich guys came out for fun?"

Zhao Shanhe nodded. "Graduate and travel around the world, prepare to stay in Paris for a while."

"The virgin of Eastern Europe, two thousand euros. Absolutely young and beautiful."

Zhao Shanhe pretended to be surprised and sighed: "It's too expensive! Can it be cheaper?"

Although he doesn't care about the money, he can't pretend to be too ignorant.

Most of the time a woman’s value is not determined by her own beauty or not. The price of beautiful women in many small places is far less than that of those in high-end places.

Environment and service are the main factors that determine price.

Kephne thought for a while, then looked at Zhao Shanhe and said, "We have a room here that is dedicated to having fun. I can accept you for 100 euros a night, and then there are all kinds of women for you to choose from."

"What about women's expenses?"

"The cost is determined by the quality. The two thousand euros of the kind is definitely the clean virgin that all men dream of, and the favorite of those big guys."

"I'm moved."

"Wait..." She smiled knowingly and pressed a hidden button. After a while, the back door was opened and a tall woman opened the door and walked in.

As soon as she came in, her eagle-like gaze looked Zhao Shanhe from top to bottom.

Kephne raised the three hundred dollars in her hand and said with a smile: "Heidi, this is just an advance fee. How long he can stay depends on your service."

"We can't do it without it." This woman named Heidi has a strong German accent and her tongue is a little curled. Of course, it is not necessarily true, because in northeastern France, many people speak German.

Her graceful figure walked and twisted, came to Zhao Shanhe, and smiled charmingly: "A very handsome young man will make my girl crazy."

Zhao Shanhe leaned against the bar, his toes were twisting on the ground, and said frivolously: "No, in my eyes, you are more charming than any woman."

"No, I'm old..." She smiled and turned around and said, "Come with me."

Zhao Shanhe carried his backpack and followed with a guitar. "Heidi, is it safe? Is it hygienic?"

"Don't worry, as long as you have enough money, it's more than enough to arrange a virgin for you every day."

"Wow, I should be glad that I was robbed, otherwise I would never have walked into such a hotel."

After leaving the back door, there is a small yard, almost a back-shaped patio, with houses all around.

Follow Heidi out from behind and walk across the patio, there is a staircase in the corner.

When climbing the stairs, Zhao Shanhe deliberately pretended to be attracted by her figure and kept staring at her buttocks.

The sight was too hot, which made Heidi, who was walking in front, unable to help but stand up, pretending to talk to Zhao Shanhe, and the two of them went upstairs side by side. "Where are you from?"

"Boston, do you know Boston Red Sox?"

"No, I'm European and have no interest in baseball."

"I know, you like English football. I watched one game, and I couldn't even get close to a single ball in a game. It's too boring."

Zhao Shanhe actually likes football the most, but he wants to disguise Americans and naturally wants to shape an American character.

She smiled and said, "My dream was to attend Harvard Medical School and I went to school. I remember it was in Cambridge. Unfortunately, I didn't pass the application in the end and could only study in Europe."

"Then you must remember it wrong. Most of Harvard's campuses are in Cambridge, and only the Medical School is in the city, and there is a MIT gap between Harvard. I have a girlfriend at the Berkeley School of Music, and these two schools are together."
Chapter completed!