Jefferson Hotel, Manhattan.

The Japanese Consul General was confident: "It is not only the East, but also the most profound and most complex and top intellectual competitive Go in the world."

"Go is an invention of the Chinese and should also belong to the whole world. Over the years, European and American scientists have begun to learn Go. When I was studying in Cambridge, I also taught my teachers Go skills."

A Chinese, a Japanese, in the banquet hall in New York, talking in the most elegant English, the Americans present were amazed.

"Mr. Li, I'm glad you are also a chess friend. I hope to play a game with you."

Li Longsheng frowned and saw the pride in the eyes of the Japanese Consul General, he couldn't help but agree: "When and where?"

"Tonight, here!"

The strong Japanese Consul General in New York actually proposed to compete with Li Longsheng, the champion of the World Intelligence Competition. The leader of the Chinese delegation is also a chess friend. He thought that he was a talented person, and he was not an ordinary person to play chess. If this genius defeated the other party, which would destroy the Japanese's majesty, he could also win more support from American public opinion.

The hotel set up a presidential suite and arranged it into a game room. Guess first, the Japanese Consul General took the black first. Li Longsheng responded according to the regular layout, and several rounds and back and forth, and realized that the other party had a deep chess skills, which was far beyond the comparison of amateurs, and the overall view was beyond ordinary people.

It turned out that the Consul General was a nobleman. He was a disciple of Go master Honinbo Shurong since childhood. If he had not been sent to study abroad, he would have almost become a professional chess player.

The Chinese regiment commander saw the trick and was worried about Li Longsheng. At the critical moment, Li Longsheng made a clever move to immediately resolve the opponent's offensive, which instead put the Japanese Consul General in a long-term exam.

A long test for Go players is to calculate countless possibilities in their minds. Each possibility will deduce dozens of chess and change endlessly. The possibility of a whole game of Go is theoretically 3 to the power of 361, which is definitely an astronomical number. Therefore, a long test for masters is like super complex mathematical formula mental arithmetic. In ancient times, there was no countdown, and it often lasted for a whole day and night, and many famous games took several days.

The commander waited for an hour before the Japanese Consul General made a response. It seemed careless, but after a careful analysis by the onlooker, it was shocking. Sure enough, it was Li Longsheng, who was opposite, who was falling into long thoughts...

This time, more than an hour was spent. The regiment commander was an old diplomat. When he was young, he went to Europe as an interpreter and witnessed the conversation between Li Hongzhang and Bismarck, two iron-blooded prime ministers. He was yawning and his eyelids were rushing, and it was too late to look at the pocket watch. If the situation is developing now, the showdown will not end until tomorrow morning. He asked both sides again if they were willing to seal the chess, stay in the room to rest, and fight again tomorrow morning? The Japanese Consul General and Li Longsheng opposed each other in unison, and they were confident that they would end the battle before dawn.

The old leader assigned two secretaries to stay up late to serve the opponent, and went to rest first.

Back in the room on the top floor, he was about to fall asleep, but he felt extremely upset. Looking at the carpet and windows of the room, there seemed to be signs of being moved. He opened the closet vigilantly, revealing a large safe.

Put in the key, turn the password lock, and a black suitcase lies in the cabinet, with two Chinese characters printed on the shell: Archives.

The archive box is filled with dense information, most of which are in English, French and German, and a small amount of Chinese and Japanese.

"A false alarm!"

The old leader wiped his forehead and was about to close the safe again. His throat felt a cold, and some kind of metal taste penetrated deep into the trachea.

He saw the blood.

Blood splashed on the safe and file box, then he turned around and saw a dagger dripping blood.

The snow-white ivory handle is inlaid with the mother-of-pearl pattern of "White Rainbow Runs through the Sun".

He died, and before he could see the assassin's face clearly, he had fallen into the eternal abyss of night, in New York and in Manhattan.

He stepped over the body that was lying on the carpet, and his hands reached into the safe, and took out the heavy file box.

Just as the assassin walked out of the door with the file box, an alarm sounded throughout the hotel.

At first it sounds like a fire alarm, almost piercing people's eardrums. On the top floor of the Jefferson Hotel, Li Longsheng, who had just dropped a white piece in the game room, the Japanese Consul General opposite was pale. Not only was he frightened by the alarm, but the situation in the chess game had turned upside down. In just a few moves, the big dragon in the black chess was in a desperate situation.

The Japanese Consul General hurriedly stood up: "Sorry, this alarm is so terrible! I suggest that the game tonight ends here, and everyone must find a way to escape from the big hotel."

"Who wins and who loses?" Li Longsheng didn't care about the alarm. He looked straight into the eyes of the Japanese Consul General. Just as the other party was about to surrender and beg for mercy, he stood up gracefully and even knocked out the entire chess game. "Okay, so that's all, the winner is not decided."

This seemingly rude and rude behavior gave the opponent a sufficient step. The Consul General nodded in shame: "Mr. Li, thank you very much for your care!"

The Japanese Consul General in New York walked to the bottom floor, but found that the door was locked tightly. The doorman said he was helpless. The front desk waiter said he had called the police, but it was not a fire, but a murder case occurred.

Qin Beiyang was running wildly in the hotel corridor, and Jiuse followed behind him. He ran into Ouyang Anna at the corner of the stairs. Her face was pale, and she grabbed the railing and gasped, "What a big deal!"

A moment later, they broke into the largest room of the Chinese diplomatic delegation and found the leader lying in a pool of blood.

Qin Beiyang squatted down and touched the old commander's carotid artery, checking that the bleeding throat was cut open by a dagger.

"They're in New York?!"

"assassin?"

Ouyang Anna frowned and found that the large safe in the closet was open and the suitcase for storing files was missing.

"The second batch of Chinese delegations, who spanned most of the earth and went to Paris through the United States, was to escort this file box!" Anna was so anxious that she cried, "If these files were stolen, we would not have to go to Paris."

Qin Beiyang grabbed her arm: "Don't worry! What files?"

"In order to regain Qingdao, Mr. Gu Weijun, the Chinese ambassador to the United States, was going to deliver a speech at the Paris Peace Conference. The presidium asked China to provide information and require a large amount of diplomatic archives as evidence. It is important that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent a second batch of delegations to carry a password archive box containing top-secret archives on issues such as Shandong, Manchuria, Mongolia, etc., including a secret treaty signed between China and Japan. Many of the contents were signed by Yuan Shikai and have never been made public."

"Is this an archive box that determines China's fate?"

"At least it will determine the fate of Shandong and Qingdao." Ouyang Anna looked at the body of the old commander. The girl was usually scared and screamed and fled. "The Chinese Embassy in the United States has a batch of archives, involving the secret commitments of the US government, which is crucial to winning the support of President Wilson. We must first detour to the United States, summarize all the information, and then set out to Paris. Along the way, we were extremely careful that the commander himself kept the file box and must be stored in a safe. We installed an alarm in the file box to connect the hotel's alarm system. If someone steals the file box, as long as he walks out of the room, the alarm will be triggered and all doors will be automatically locked."

"The murderer and file box are still in this hotel at this moment?"

"If we're lucky."

In the corridor outside, the Chinese diplomatic delegation had arrived one after another. The little prince was naked and pulled his overalls while walking. Everyone knew that something was wrong.

Qin Beiyang squatted down and stared at the eyes of the tomb-town beast: "Nine colors, nine colors, do you know the murderous aura of the assassin?"

With a command, nine colors were like a hunting dog out of the cage, and the whole hotel resounded with its hooves. The tomb-controlling beast did not have the olfactory organs of animals, but had keen perception.

The prey is in this building.

Jiuse searched up and down, broke into every guest room, including the restaurant, bar and kitchen, and finally rushed to the top of the stairs.

Why did you forget the rooftop?

There is a Tang sword hidden behind Qin Beiyang, and a figure is found on the roof.

The man was about to put down the rope and walked down the exterior wall of the hotel. Seeing Qin Beiyang approaching Jiuse, the other party gave up landing vertically. If someone cut off the rope, he would definitely fall to death in the air and die as twenty stories high.

"assassin!"

Qin Beiyang shouted loudly in Chinese. Under the neon lights in New York, he saw a face with a scar on his right.

His name is Ahai, and he killed Qin Beiyang's adoptive mother nine years ago.

He is still alive.

He was holding a file box in his hand.
Chapter completed!