Chapter 1020 Schiller in 1991 (Part 2)

Schiller frowned, he looked at Andro lying on the ground, then looked at the agents in the room, he coughed twice, and said: "I don't know what the purpose of your play is, but you are completely unnecessary. Even if you take me back to Moscow, you won't get what you want."

"You have lost your memory, right?" The man walked up, put a pistol next to Schiller, and then said: "You don't remember anything now, especially the details of your work in the KGB, and you don't know that you were the director of the KGB's 11th Bureau."

Schiller Frowning and turning to look at him, the man saluted him and said, "Petrov, deputy director of the 11th Bureau of the KGB, greets you."

Just as Schiller was about to say something, Petrov took out a badge from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and handed it to Schiller, saying, "I think you should be familiar with this badge."

Schiller looked at the badge on his fingers, and he suddenly widened his eyes and took the badge from Petrov's hand, because he was indeed familiar with that badge. It was the red flag badge he found in the folder of Philby's list before.

Schiller was very familiar with this badge, because he had used it many times before to achieve his goals, and finally sent it back to Moscow through KGB agent Kayla, who was lurking in the CIA station in the metropolis, and her contact.

Schiller's idea was simple. He used this badge as a stopgap measure, but this badge did not belong to him. Even if Philby had passed away, this badge should return to where it should go.

But the next second, Petrov said: "You once said that once you get this red flag badge back to Moscow, we will come to you and bring it back to you, which will tell you all the answers."

Schiller's eyes shrank suddenly, he turned to look at Petrov and asked: "The red flag badge I got???!"

"You probably don't remember everything, but it doesn't matter, you told us before you left, you may lose your memory and forget any details, but only you can read the information on this badge, then you will know everything."

Schiller narrowed his eyes and looked at the badge again. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and he was stunned there. Then, he said to Petrov: "Since you said you are my subordinate, then now, I need a phone, go find it for me immediately."

Petrov said nothing, just winked at the agent at the door, and within two minutes, a phone was delivered to Schiller, and Schiller picked up the phone , dialed a familiar number, and then said:

"Hello? Alfred? I know that you were responsible for delivering the Philby list, and I am the contact person sent by Moscow to take over the Philby list. Now, I have a question for you. Whose red flag badge is the one sent with the Philby list?"

Alfred on the other end of the phone heard what Schiller said, and he immediately understood that Schiller was probably in a special state now, so he wanted to verify something. He immediately said: "Professor Schiller, your paper has not been published yet?"

"Yes, Alfred, but it's just a little bit away. Maybe next week, you can see my work in the journal. When the time comes, please feel free to teach me."

Finding that the phone was not hung up, Alfred recalled Schiller's question, then frowned and said: "Red Flag Badge? Where is the Red Flag Badge? I am responsible for delivering only the Philby list..."

"Didn't Philby put his Red Flag Medal on the list?" Schiller asked back.

Alfred took a deep breath, then tried to recall the situation at that time, and said in surprise: "Comrade Philby was able to obtain the Order of the Red Banner because he provided such a list to Moscow after returning to the country. How could he have the Order of the Red Banner before he returned to the Soviet Union?"

"Moreover, even if he had someone else's Order of the Red Banner, he would not have had the opportunity to put it on the list. The situation was very urgent at the time. If he wanted to put other things in it, he would have to hide it from more people's eyes."

"Moreover, for such an important list, he could not put anything that could indicate its importance. This is the basic quality of an intelligence officer. Therefore, the list is just a list, a few pieces of paper, and there is no badge."

Schiller hung up the phone and sighed softly. It was indeed his fault. At that time, the badge was found in the folder of Phoebe's list, so he preconceived that this must be Philby's badge.

But there is indeed a problem with the timeline, and the causal relationship is not correct. It was because Philby successfully escaped and returned to the Soviet Union, and then told the list in his mind that he was able to receive the Order of the Red Banner. So he could not have received the medal awarded by the Soviet Union before he returned to the Soviet Union.

At the same time, Schiller had not participated in real espionage work, so he did not react. When transferring such an important list, Philby would never put anything related to the Soviet Union in it.

At that time, Philby did not know whether he could get out, so he wrote this list. Although he finally got out and successfully took the list out with his mind, the handwritten Philby list was not that valuable.

But at that time, he didn't know whether he could get away. The importance of this list was self-evident. As a legendary agent who could play with all British intelligence organizations, Philby could not make such a low-level mistake.

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In other words, this medal is indeed not Philby's, so is this badge the original Schiller's?

Schiller Mossuo touched the surface of the badge. This is indeed an early Red Flag Medal. In other words, the original Schiller had at least achieved the same achievements as Philby to get this medal. So, what did he do?

At this time, Petrov saluted again and said, "Director, I think you need to have a good talk with this medal. We will wait for you downstairs."

After that, all the agents withdrew quickly, leaving only Schiller standing there in a daze. After a while, Schiller realized what it meant to have a good talk with this badge?

Suddenly, Schiller looked up and widened his eyes, because he remembered that the Red Flag Medal in his hand looked very much like the iron key that the superego used to open the door full of chains.

Schiller took the elevator down, found the superego, and said, "Give me some of the power of the system you got, I want to verify one thing."

The superego seemed to know what Schiller was going to do, so it immediately gave Schiller some of the power of the system.

After Schiller returned to reality again, some light flashed on his fingertips. When he touched the Red Flag Medal with his fingertips again, he found that the badge lit up with a faint light. The next second, Schiller entered a dream.

The faint dust brushed across the old camera lens, and one photo after another was developed and fell on the table. In all the scenes, there was a man busy.

In the office with red flags on the wall, in the production workshop full of slogans, and in the magnificent hall, there was a serious man.

He wore different clothes, sometimes a shirt for political work, sometimes a long windbreaker often worn by agents, and sometimes a heroic military uniform, but these figures all had the same face, that was Schiller.

However, because of different facial expressions and muscle trends, he did not look exactly like Schiller now, and more importantly, these scenes were covered with a layer of gray by the times, making everything look unclear.

Huanyuanapp! huanyuanapp.

At this time, a voice sounded in Schiller's ears:

"You must be curious about who I am, what I did, and why you are here, but please don't worry, I will tell you everything, comrade."

"I am Schiller, or I am called Schiller, but I was not Schiller originally, and I was not Schiller before I was reborn.

"I am a Soviet, Russian, an ordinary Bolshevik soldier."

"Yes, I am a reborn person. After I died and resurrected again, I suddenly realized that I returned to my childhood."

"Time has gone back, and everything has not happened yet. This is an invaluable opportunity for anyone, and the same is true for me. "

Schiller heard that this voice was always filled with a soldier's unique seriousness and coldness, which was completely different from his own voice.

"So, I decided to do something to change the foreseeable future. I think you have received my gift, which is the gift I left for you and the world..."

"You must be very curious now, how all this happened, and that has to start from the winter of 1991."

Accompanied by the echo of the low voice, the old projector began to play again.

Goose feather-like snowflakes gently fell from the sky, and when they fell on the treetops of the birch trees, they did not startle a sparrow. Looking through the yellowed window, a red flag was hung on the white wall.

Under the red flag, there was a radio with an antenna, and at this time, accompanied by the sound of "sizzling" in the background, a voice came from the radio:

"The Supreme Soviet of the USSR confirmed that with the establishment of the Commonwealth of Independent States, the Soviet Union as a country and international law The subject is about to cease its existence..."

With a "click", a hand pressed the button on the radio.

Looking up along the cuffs, the neat military uniform was covered with many shining badges, and when the finger pressed the button on the radio again, the channel changed, and a pleasant music came from the radio, which was "Farewell to the Slavs".

The fingers with gun calluses stroked the barrel, and the crisp sound of the Makarov pistol being loaded disappeared in the drum beats of the music.

When the muzzle was against the upper and lower jaws, the sparrow still quietly stopped on the treetops.

"Bang! "

In the quiet room, a gunshot echoed. Outside the window, as the little bird flew up, the snow on the treetops fell down.

In the winter of 1991, the red flag over the Kremlin kissed the snow and said goodbye to the world.

When the sparrow fell on the white ground, a child full of ideals and an unswerving soldier fell in the heavy snow in Minsk.

The land soaked in blood was as red as the red flag flying over Petrograd in 1917.