City of Burning Snow

She tracked down the thief who took the clothes for five years.

Five years is enough for a teenager to grow into an outstanding and stable adult. In five years, the war has been extended from the Baltic Sea to the German border, and the mountains of Liechtenstein, which has been at peace all year round, have been burned.She gradually emerged from obscurity in five years, and she was firmly seated in the special operations department of the British Tower - the "Clock Tower Attendant" Knight Commander. Even if it is approaching the middle of the 21st century, a female manager is still regarded as special existence.

She didn't have any time for herself, and sealed the lively blonde girl in her heart into her distant past.The night her guide died at the hands of the Russians, so did the girl inside her.On the occasion of Christmas five years ago, Agatha Christie gave orders to the soldiers indifferently, and gently closed her guide's eyes before leaving.She took back the opponent's battle clothes, took them back to the mansion and washed off the blood.The most precious isolation suit she gave to the other party with her own hands disappeared.At first she thought it was just a simple loss, until she knew some information, and then accumulated, accumulated, her investigation became more and more in-depth...

It was the new Russian guide Fyodor Dostoevsky who killed her guide.At an international conference, she saw this dress on the shoulder of the other party. It was a special dark brown cloth with British patterns erased. Dostoevsky kept it as his own trophy. side, and then, to the Ukrainian soldiers in prison.

"We have something to talk about, Mr. Nikolai Gogol." There was no wave in Agatha's voice.She had waited too long for this day, but instead she was calm and calm. "Both you and I have nothing to do with a well-known senior guide—don't worry. You can't get things done in a hurry. You came on the earliest flight, so you fell into my hands because of it?"

"Hey—your bluff is really scary."

Gogol stood up with a smile, and gracefully straightened the black military cap of his Free Corps.He was still wearing a camouflage uniform, and he was still playing with a sharp knife with a broken corner in his hand. "Your fan is really special..."

Since the other party made a point, he might as well continue to play around.

"Why is it called that code name? Ma'am, since you want to spoil Fei Jia, you might as well write a more specific name."

"If it's too conspicuous, based on my guess, you may report to your superiors honestly. When I send letters to some people who are going to die, I like to use this to express my regret: Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller, this is my real name."

"Hahahaha, is it some kind of compassion?"

Gogol unhurriedly put his coat back on one shoulder.The keys rattled as he jumped, and the blade shone brightly in the sky.

"But what to do? I'm alive and well. You really want to kill me. Well, well, I just want to kill you too."

"You want to kill me?" The Countess looked at him as if she were looking at a rather interesting decorative mural. "Let me hear your reasons."

"Hey!" Gogol spread his hands, "An inferior person wants to kill a nobleman who looks down on him! Does this need a reason? It doesn't seem to be necessary! It is obvious and reasonable in itself, here, the reason."

"It sounds like you're in the habit of deceiving yourself."

"Choosy guest! Well, you paid a coin after all. What kind of answer would you like to hear?"

"When you looked at my feet, you didn't look greedy or envious of the jewels on them. If you waste time like this, I will have a good time talking to you all day. The longer the time, the more your life will go The sad end—"

"And this worthless piece of clothing in my hand, which I heard is still a stolen item, will suffer disaster before the finish line. Question time!"

He caught a glimpse of one or two clock tower soldiers hiding in isolation suits from the reflection, and there must be more. The light reflected the blue in his left eye. , staring at the other party coldly with his left eye——

"Ms. Miller, do you think the knife in my hand is faster, or the bullets of your soldiers are faster?"

The Countess glanced at him leisurely, her stern voice was completely unmoved by Gogol's laughter.

She was like throwing a stone into a deep pool.

"Well. Is it because your knives are faster, because the bullets are faster, or...some Mr. Mouse who specializes in stealing other people's assets, but is in and out of the table in the international conference room. He died faster. What does this have to do with me, it seems to have a closer relationship with you."

Gogol's smile quietly stayed on his face.

Agatha Christie raised the flower umbrella in her hand, and she spread its black skeleton.

The cut-out weaving cloth covered her deep gaze.

"Dostoevsky has fallen into my hands, Mr. Nikolai. Even if I unfortunately die here, some sentries will never try to sneak into the interior of my motherland. It is another matter to make a deal, I Not only will I sincerely invite you in, but I will also help you pay for your travel expenses. Thirty coins, it seems that it is not enough for the next flight... From now on, you will do things for the interests of the British Empire. For the sake of your guide, I advise you to think about it carefully."

"trade……"

He straightened his wind-blown curly hair.Pretending not to be swayed by the other party's words, he tried to secretly awaken the mind of the guide who was connected to him spiritually.In the public spiritual space, he could not find the gate of Dostoevsky's spiritual world, which was sealed by the vast snow field, and he was alone and helpless——

"Deal. Exactly."

Agatha pursed her dry lips. Compared to Gogol's worries, her focus seemed to be on the cup of tea.

Experience told Gogol that this is an irreversible trap, and the outstretched hand of "Punishment" came to mind for a moment.But he raised his eyes to look at the cunning countess again, retracted the general knife into the scabbard, and pulled his smile higher and more friendly in a sunny way. "It would be very considerate if you could pay the expenses in advance."

He has no choice.

"Is there any good thing for me to do this time... let's talk while walking?"

Agatha ordered a cup of black tea for herself. Then, Gogol stared at the menu handed over by the Italian for a long time, and suddenly realized that in this lonely town, all the words were written in German. I can't understand either... He solemnly pointed to a string of letters, and then the waiter brought him a glass of milk.He drank a few sips and returned to the topic, the hot milk froth floated a layer of white on his lips, like a handful of newborn Santa Claus beards.

"You want me to join the bell tower servants?"

"That's exactly what I mean. I'm very interested in the sentinel chosen by that gentleman. After investigating you a little bit, I found that you are listed as a front-end in the experimental archives of New Russia. It is still an unsolved mystery. Let me tell you frankly , I don’t like to beat around the bush.”

Agatha delicately sniffed the aroma of lemon black tea, her eyelashes fluttered and closed.

"Your country's technology is not enough to stabilize your state and try to investigate any special genetic samples from it. To me, you just lack proper teaching. Your physique has been recorded in British history long ago, and you It's not the first case."

"Hmm, that's it..."

Gogol looked serious.It seemed that he was really considering the other party's application. He drank the hot milk and was overjoyed——

The UK didn't know about his deal with Punishment.

In fact, he no longer has any special abilities. After his right eye was blinded, that special ability has been completely attributed to the spiritual body.

In other words, Dostoevsky not only has the innate guiding ability, but also possesses the guiding ability that Agatha Christie thought was in Gogol at this time, which belongs to the sentinel.

Agatha regards this unnecessary thing as a negotiation condition, and the advantage of the negotiation is on his side.

"How exactly do you want me to join the establishment? I also have difficulties here! My guide is still in your hands, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive. Well, I won't keep it from you anymore, since just now From the moment you reminded me, I noticed that Fei Jia couldn't catch up with his thoughts at all."

"This is natural. He was imprisoned by us in the British Tower, where the isolation measures are the oldest and most complete. Even the officially combined sentinel guides, if they do not enter the facility, it is impossible to establish even the lowest degree of security. sense."

"I don't understand this. You asked me to cooperate and locked my partner in prison!" Gogol pretended to be indignant, "If you treat him like this, will you treat me like this? I dare not casually Promise, don't provoke me, in case I run amok here—"

"Mr. Dostoyevsky resisted, and lost many precious compatriots on my side last night." Agatha deliberately explained the events of last night in great detail. She raised her eyes to observe Gogol's reaction. "Just as your plane was taking off, our people sneaked into the corps. It stands to reason that everyone is equipped with the highest level of stealth equipment and should not be noticed. The clock tower attendant has always been described as the most feared by the army after Mimic But for some reason, your guide didn’t fall asleep as if he wanted to wait for someone to go back..."

"Well, I'm not a cruel woman by nature. I've done a lot of murders, and I can't bear to think about them. That's why we didn't want to kill him last night. But, Dostoev Mr. Ski's resistance was too serious, and all six of our sentries were killed on the spot. Tell me, how can I explain this to my superiors?"

Gogol bit the rim of the glass, but he didn't speak.He didn't seem to care much about the scene the other party said, and he didn't follow Agatha's malicious guidance to imagine that after he left, Dostoevsky wrapped around the scarf he left behind, unable to sleep, staring out of the tent The narrow gap, and the British soldiers crowded into his tent like hordes of ghosts, with bullets in their hands...

A smile finally crossed Agatha's serious lips.Her revenge had been brewing for five years.If she didn't punish Dostoevsky's lover well and let him die in front of him, she couldn't feel at ease even after death.

"Our people had no choice but to brutalize him, forcing him to be unable to use the tentacles of thought due to severe physical injuries. A lot of losses, but fortunately there was not much movement. The mercenary group under the name of the French was implicated, which is exactly the same as I mean... the victory song on Christmas Eve belongs to us in the end, the one who used the knife died under the knife, and Dostoevsky had to obey the arrangement of fate."

"How is he now?"

"I was just about to talk about this, Mr. Nikolai Gogol." Agatha drank the black tea and ordered another cup. While they were talking slowly, the lights of Christmas had already started to light up in the under clear skies. "You know about his theft crimes, the crimes of stealing the blood of innocent soldiers from the vaults for petty profit?"

"of course."

"The Tower of London wants to pass you, Mr. Dostoevsky, please tell me where he hides his treasures. We are so desperate for peace, a peace led by the victors...if we have The enemy's good things, who wouldn't want to reap the benefits and get them first? Your guide set himself on fire, like a mouse facing winter, storing all its treasures in a snow cave before resting. You can't blame others Keep an eye on his every move, take advantage of his deep sleep, and level the lair."

Agatha looks sympathetically as Gogol accidentally bites the rim of the glass and cuts her lip.She gently pinched her sleeves, picked up a clean white napkin with her fingertips and handed it over, her words were cold, in contrast to her rare thoughtfulness.

"I've had lovers before, and I know what it's like. That's why I discussed it with you. Let's let the past go, and the clothes, after you help us persuade Mr. Dostoevsky, just return them to me at a later time. It's not a big deal, human life is the most important thing. I asked repeatedly, but those people in the tower refused to obey. After all, as the senior guide of New Russia, he has also caused many embarrassing murders in our British side .If this drags on any longer, your guide may be lynched before we have any useful information. Somehow, he's in worse health than I've imagined—"

The countess watched the sentinel stand up with satisfaction, and extended her hand with a false smile.She put her noble fingers on the fingertips of the other party, the sky had already darkened, and it was the best time to appreciate the Christmas atmosphere, she shrugged regretfully. "So, we have settled on our future cooperation, Mr. Nikolai Gogol?"

"Of course, you are our great benefactor." The Ukrainian lowered his eyes, and he solemnly kissed the countess' fingers, with a persistent smile on his lips, "From now on, you don't have to be polite at all, just treat me like a dog. Right! After all, we soldiers are used by others..."

After all, isn't that what happened?

tbc.