The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 158 Investigator
Subtitle of this chapter: My code name is justice!
"Mr. Mussolini..."
"Please call me Benito. By the way, can I call you Hermann?"
For the Hanged Man at this time, ten thousand dollars is not a small amount of money. The person who brought him this windfall naturally became his close friend who could call each other FIRST NAME.
"Haha, it's my pleasure." Lord Justice chuckled and nodded. "Benito. Then I have something personal to discuss with you."
Mussolini said enthusiastically, "Hermann, please speak. I will do my best to serve you as long as I can."
Mr. Little Chandler put out his cigarette, sat up straight, and said with a serious expression: "Well, Benito. I apologize in advance if I have offended you. But I must talk to you..."
"Your faith is a problem!"
"My faith?" Mussolini was greatly surprised when he heard this question.
But he immediately thought of a common American trait and couldn't help asking, "Herman, you're not a missionary, are you?"
That’s right, whether in 1921 or a hundred years later, Americans are much more serious about religion than old Europe, and are much more enthusiastic about missionary work.
"Hahaha..." Lord Justice laughed and said, "Benito, you misunderstood. Although a friend of mine once said that there are no atheists in a foxhole, I am not... well, not a believer in the general sense."
He paused and said, "Besides, you are a very staunch atheist. Wouldn't it be troublesome for me to preach to you?"
Mussolini's heart moved, and he asked meaningfully: "Hermann, do you know that I am an atheist?"
Mr. Little Chandler shrugged, looked at the other man strangely, and said, "Benito, you don't think that I read your newspaper, met your friends, and chatted with you for a few minutes and then immediately decided to donate $10,000 to you? If you really think so, then my clients and I are really a little regretful."
"Hermann, you mean..."
The wealthy American businessman leaned back in his chair, resting his elbows on the arms, and crossed his hands before his chest, reciting as if in prayer: "On July 29, 1883 , you were born in Dovia, a small village at the foot of the Roman Apennines. Well, perhaps you didn't know it, but on that same day, a lightning bolt struck the double-headed eagle emblem of the Habsburg family at Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna. Perhaps it's a symbol."
"The next day, you were baptized at Santa Cassia Church, as your mother was a devout Catholic. However, under the influence of your father, you became a staunch atheist... and once a 'firm' socialist."
"In the summer of 1901, you completed the entire curriculum at the Giosue Carducci National School. Well, your grades in agriculture and mathematics were truly dismal. However, your grades in language, literature, and moral education were excellent. And it seems you won't need the first two subjects now. As for the future... I personally suggest that you brush up on your math knowledge."
"Your mother died of meningitis in 1905, and your father died of excessive drinking in 1910. You have a younger brother, Arnaldo, who studied agriculture in college and now works at this newspaper. He's the person you trust the most. By the way, he really should take care of his health. You also have a younger sister. Although she married a small shopkeeper, you are very happy with her marriage."
"Let me tell you about your wife. Your father courted her mother in his youth, and when they became widows, it was natural for them to live together. This, in turn, facilitated your marriage to Signora Rachele Guidi Mussolini. I must say that you Latins are not very good at this..."
He was trying to remain calm, but he was still a little nervous. However, as he saw the other person's increasingly gloomy expression, he became more and more confident.
Lord Justice has naturally witnessed the magic of Lord Fool, but no matter whether that mysterious Oriental man is the "Sage of the Bamboo Grove" or a person with super powers, this magic is only the personal magic of Lord Fool.
But the information he now had was so thorough and detailed that it could only have been collected by a large team with great effort.
Could it be that the SCP Foundation is not just a joke of the Fool, but really exists in this world?
Of course he understood that a person with super powers and an organization with super powers were two completely different things!
Moreover, deep down in his heart, this former US military officer really enjoyed the current feeling, because he truly experienced the refreshing feeling of playing with people's hearts and hands.
Yuan Yan, who was in Washington, couldn't help but say with relief: "Herman, you finally got it..."
"Enough!" Mussolini really couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted and stood up suddenly.
He supported himself on the desk with both hands, his small stature brimming with imposing presence, like a ferocious tiger about to pounce.
The Hanged Man looked down at Lord Justice fiercely and said, "Mr. Hermann Augustus von Heinrich, who are you?!"
Mr. Little Chandler also stood up, straightened his hair, tugged at his clothes, bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Mussolini, please allow me to reintroduce myself..."
"I'm an investigator from the SCP Foundation, codenamed Justice!"
Mussolini frowned tightly and asked through gritted teeth, "SCP Foundation? Investigators? Is this the intelligence agency of the US government or Wall Street capitalists?"
Lord Justice smiled... but because of the scar on his face, the smile looked a little hideous, causing Mussolini, who was holding on, to shrink.
"Benito, since I've come to see you, I naturally have to answer your questions." He imitated Master Yuan and said in a gentle and soothing tone, "Let's sit down and talk slowly."
"Huh..." Mussolini and he were in a stalemate for a while, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his original position.
“Click!”
Mr. Little Chandler turned around, closed the door, and leisurely lit another cigarette.
"Benito, our SCP Foundation is neither a military or political intelligence agency of the US government, nor a commercial intelligence company on Wall Street..."
"We are an organization of the same nature as your 'Militant Fascists'. The only difference is that you defend Italy, while we defend all of humanity..."
"If you want to defend Italy, you must fight against the saboteurs and peasant activists, and if we want to defend all humanity, we must fight against..."
His Excellency Justice suddenly picked up a newspaper from the pile nearby and pointed at the news on it, saying, "Benito, look, your newspaper is also paying attention to the news of that country..."
