Repeated Madame de Villefort, in a hurry.

It’s an urgent report. I often see it in the sunshine at the top of the hill. Its black arm stretches out in all directions. People always think that it’s a beetle’s paw. To tell you the truth, I don’t feel much when I look at it every time, because I always want to sit at a table alone at one end of the urgent report line. He relies on a universal willpower to make those strange signals cut his meaning to 900 miles away. People sitting in front of another table fantasize that those strange signals can be seen against the background of gray clouds or blue days. It is I who think of the gods, ghosts and immortals who always think of all kinds of mysterious powers until I have laughed at this whimsy. I never want to take a closer look at these big insects with long black claws, because I am always afraid that I will meet a very serious and pedantic villain with a mysterious magic as the patron saint at the bottom of its stone wings. But one day, people told me that every newspaper worker is a poor guy with an annual salary of 1,200 francs. He is not like an astronomer. Unlike a fisherman, the celestial phenomena don’t even look around at the fields, but look at another person who is 14 or 15 miles away from him. I am curious to see this living pupa carefully and observe how it pulls this silk or that silk from the bottom of its cocoon shell to connect with other pupa.
You’re going there once.
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Which urgent report are you going to visit, the Ministry of Political Affairs or the Observatory?
Oh, no, I’d rather not know about it. If I go there, people will force me to understand it and explain to me what they don’t know. It’s not true. I hope to protect my insect fantasy completely. I’ll just meet those people who have a little knowledge about me. I won’t visit the political department or the observatory. I’m looking for a room in the wilderness where I can find an honest man who is dormant in his nest
You are a strange man, said Villefort.
Which line do you think I should study?
What is the busiest line now?
Do you mean the Spanish line?
Yes, do you want to get a letter of introduction to the minister so that they can explain it to you?
No need, said Monte Cristo, because I told you just now, I don’t want to know it. Once I know it, the word "urgent report" will no longer be in my impression. It will be a secret signal communication method from A to B, but I really want to protect my respect for the black paw Okumo department.
Then go, because it will be dark in two hours, and you won’t see anything.
Shit, you’re making me anxious. Which room is the nearest?
Is that the way to Barona?
Yes, that’s the way to Barona.
Chatillon that recently.
What about going to Chatillon again?
I think it’s Monterey Tower
Thank you for seeing you again. I’ll tell you my observations on Saturday.
The count met the two notaries at the door. They had just finished the task of depriving Valentine of her inheritance, and it was a great event that they were sure to look forward to.
Chapter 61 Help the gardener get rid of the Dormouse
The count of Monte Cristo drove the gate of Enfe and set foot on the road to Orleans, but he didn’t stop in front of those humble urgent reports when he passed Linus village the next morning, but went straight to Monterey Tower. Everyone knows that it was at the highest point in Monterey Lei Ping that the count got off the bus at the foot of the mountain and walked along a winding path about ten inches wide. As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, he found himself blocked by a fence, which was covered with green, solid, red and white flowers.
Monte Cristo found a fence door and soon found it. It was a small wooden door with wicker as hinge, a rope and a nail as buckle.
The count soon figured out its door, so he found himself in a small garden about 20 feet long and 12 feet wide. On one side of the garden is a fence, and on the other side is the ancient pagoda covered with ivy and dotted with wild flowers. Look at it. It’s really like an old lady waiting for her grandchildren to pay her respects. However, the old saying goes that the partition wall can tell several terrible tragedies. I’m afraid everyone wants a path paved with red stones in the garden. Drax, a contemporary painter, will be impressed by the color style of the dense boxwood trees that have grown for many years. In a 20-foot-long garden, it twists and turns to form a 60-foot walkway. Floschelling, the goddess of white flowers, will be smiling when she sees this small garden, and she will feel that she has been revered here. Indeed, none of the 20 roses stop in the flower bed. Those plants that thrive in wet soil are green. Insects can’t be seen here, but this doesn’t mean that the soil in the garden is not wet, the soil is as black as coal, and the branches and leaves are dense. All this means that the soil is really wet, and if the natural humidity is not enough, it can be made up by artificial methods at once. Thanks to the big water tank buried in a corner of the garden, there is a frog and a toad standing by the water tank. Frogs and toads are naturally incompatible. Of course, they will never stay in the path on both sides of this bathtub, and there is no weed in the flower bed. Although the gardener has not yet appeared, he runs this small gardenCactus and grass Monte Cristo locked the door and put the rope back on the nail, then decided to look around.
The courier said that he must hire a gardener, otherwise he must be an enthusiastic gardener. Suddenly, he stepped on something behind a horn truck full of leaves. It was bent over and he stepped on it, so Monte Cristo found that there was a man about fifty years old in front of him. He had just picked strawberries and put them all on grape leaves. His twelve grape leaves were almost the same as the number of strawberries, but because of the sudden rise, the strawberries rolled out of his hand.
Are you picking, sir? Monte Cristo said with a smile.
I’m sorry, sir. The man raised his hand to the cap and replied, I’m not here, you know, but I just got here.
I won’t bother you, my friend. The count said to keep picking strawberries from you. There are still some unfinished words.
I haven’t picked ten yet, said the man, because there are eleven here, and I have twenty-one more than five last year. I’m not surprised because it’s very warm this spring and strawberries grow well in hot weather, sir. That’s it. Although I picked sixteen last year, I have picked eleven this year. Three of them were missing, sir. I’m sure they were here last night. I counted them. Aunt Simon must have stolen them. I saw him wandering around here this morning. That little bastard is in the garden.