City of Burning Snow

London is still immersed in the aftertaste of Christmas.With some ornaments still in place, Nikolai Gogol traverses the ancient corridors of the Tower of London and descends the stairs to the dungeon.He adjusted his headset and waited outside the isolation door of the prison visiting room, when a faint electric noise came from the headset.

Agatha didn't give any more instructions, she was observing the sentry's reaction.

The British prison guard gave him a meaningful look.

"Before the conversation, I advise you to make mental preparations... Tsk tsk, it's horrible."

The iron gate slowly rose.

The synaesthesia reconnected, so weak it was almost dead.

Pure white light casts from the seams of the surrounding walls to the center.Dostoevsky's arms were firmly bound in iron chains, his head was hanging down, apparently unconscious.A jamming device was worn on his head, like the crown of thorns worn by Jesus back then. The guide's breath was quite weak, and his uniform had already been stripped away. Perhaps it was originally not allowed to do so, but at the moment, carrying Dostoyevsky, who had killed too many people, fell into the enemy's lair. In this not warm dungeon, he only had a white single shirt on his body.

Gogol swallowed his breath.

Because of the continuous connection of synaesthesia, he felt that Dostoevsky had lost his five senses, and because of his arrival, he became slightly conscious.

The violet eyes were illuminated by white light. As soon as Dostoevsky slowly opened his eyes, he let out a small moan in pain.The warning light on the crown of thorns immediately flashed a red warning light. Gogol and Dostoyevsky felt their heads were shocked at the same time. Gogol raised his hand to cover his forehead, and Dostoyevsky Fusky couldn't do this, his body struggled a little under the shackles of the iron chain imperceptibly, he raised his eyes, and made no sound.

He tried to use his synaesthesia to say something to Gogol, but the device captured it.He bowed his head again in pain.

The two ankles of □□ dragged shocking bloodstains on the ground.The skin on his legs is fair, and he has not been exposed to sunlight all year round, making the blue-gray bloodshot faintly visible.The blue and purple marks of being whipped and kicked, and dostoyevsky's little struggles, fell into Gogol's eyes.He saw Dostoyevsky's toes curled up, curled up tightly, and he was suppressing the pain he felt anew from awakening, partly physical, partly affected by the device, purely mental pain.

Gogol watches him, and as he walks forward, an order comes through the headset telling him not to go any further.There are only the two of them in the white light space, and there are unknown eyes behind the screen staring at his every move, as if separated by a long distance in time and space, he feels that Dostoevsky does not want him to synchronize the pain again, and is trying to reduce the gap between the two. Only a little bit of synaesthesia is connected between them.

His headset connects to their enemies.Agatha was waiting to see how he would claim credit for her.He has come to meet his guide, his lover, his friend, his companion.If he continued in that capacity, and Dostoevsky refused to bow to the British, they would be enemies.Just like what Dostoevsky said when he was joking after he was released from prison.

He felt his fingers tremble.He pursed his lips, trying to put a smile on his face before the sadness completely swept over him.He was trying to say something, something had to be said quickly, and if he behaved too much to disappoint Agatha, Dostoevsky would really die.

"……Cold."

He said.

He asked Fei Jia, are you... cold?

Dostoevsky bowed his head, and he trembled slightly.Slowly raised his ice-purple misty eyes.It seemed that they really recognized each other for the first time.He nodded.

"Please get to the point as soon as possible, Mr. Nikolai." Agatha, who was observing the real-time monitoring, ordered indifferently, "You don't have much time left."

They cannot communicate privately.Gogol can only speak to each other unilaterally.Before Dostoyevsky promised to reveal the information Britain needed, he was electrocuted whenever he tried to say anything other than a nod or a shake of his head.Gogol had no other choice, he and his guide exchanged eye contact in silence.He gritted his teeth.

"Fei Jia, they want you to tell me the address where the genetic samples are hidden." He calmly said what the British side wanted him to say, "If you don't tell, they will continue to torture you like this."

Dostoevsky listened to him without saying a word.His cheeks were marked with red marks from strangulation, where he had apparently been roughly restrained to silence him before he was put on surveillance equipment.Nikolai Gogol's eyes stayed on the red mark, and then moved to the purple mark on the opponent's neck.Then there was the stiff finger that had been hung up for a long time without bleeding, and then the half-broken nail of the index finger.

"They said that if I join the bell tower servants and receive relevant training to serve the Tower of London, I can save your life. The premise is that you have to say it first... tell them the coordinates of the hidden samples. If you don't say it, In ten minutes they're going to throw me out. We may never see each other again, Fedya. Just tell them. Will you give them the coordinates for my sake?"

The gazes of the two exchanged silently.After a long time, Dostoevsky nodded.The woman behind the electronic screen ordered the monitor to temporarily turn off the power of the device, and Dostoevsky's voice was hoarse.

He coughed, and then said a series of numbers.

He looks at Gogol, and Gogol looks at him.After this string of numbers appeared, Gogol eagerly took off his headset and stopped listening to any solemn orders from the female voice on the intercom.He rushed over and hugged him tightly in his arms. He wanted to take off the thing on Dostoevsky's head, but his hands were too trembling, so he didn't take it off for a while.

"Damn it!" The baroness tapped the control button on the side, trying to turn on all the strong electric shock systems inside the prison.But she struggled to take several photos, only to see that the two people in the cell were safe and sound.Agatha rushed through the stalls of workers adjusting the equipment, and she was blocked by a soldier at the door.She froze for a moment, then pulled out the gun on her waist, the soldier smiled evilly and unfolded the gorgeous thought tentacles with countless eyes one step ahead of her.Her gun fell. "Dostoevsky..."

All the monitoring screens "squeaked" into a snowflake screen, and then were completely covered by the cartoon mouse logo with eyes like an abyss.The monitoring area became chaotic.

"Wrong."

The spirit body that can move freely smiled in the British soldier's body, and he picked up the opponent's gun.

"I am God's 'punishment' that specially let sin create me, so that I can punish sinners to my heart's content?"

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Agatha's temple, and she sighed.The muzzle of the gun was transferred to the leg, and he broke the woman's leg bone with a smile, then dropped the weapon happily.He hummed a hymn praising the name of Jesus, and the body of the borrowed soldier was kicked back by an angry female sentinel. Blood flowed from the center of his forehead, and he jumped out of this no longer usable body.His eyes covered the black beasts as depicted in the Apocalypse, and he walked towards the gene bank of the Tower of London surrounded by these monsters without looking back.

"As a human being, you are not allowed to hate other people. No revenge. Only God can do that. Don't you think--had been blinded by hatred for five years, Miss Miller?"

Punishment gradually went away, followed by the dark beast that once belonged to the sentinel.He heard the other party suppress the pain, try to stand up against the pain and then fall down.The spirit body joyfully drew a sign of the cross on its chest.

"You may now repent."

His mental system gradually returned to normal after contact, and he seemed a little surprised when he recognized the sentinel in front of him.His lips opened a gap slightly at first, and then closed again.When he opened it again, he gently pressed his forehead against his sentinel's shoulder with a wry smile.Gogol finally removes the device.

"You're such a... idiot."

Dostoevsky let out a weak laugh, the shackles on his hands snapped apart before Gogol tried to break them.Gogol was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. He took off his clothes and put them on the guide, carefully holding him in his arms.

"Didn't I let you live there?"

"Ah."

"Even if you are found by the pursuers, you should have a way to escape."

"Yes."

"I have done a lot of anti-torture training, this is nothing, Nikolai."

"That's it."

"Why did you come to me..."

Gogol laughed.

Now he finally knew which ones the other party was asking and which ones were not.

This is not a question.

He bowed his head and kissed Dostoevsky's cold lips, sealing more complaints from the other party in his warm kiss.If you want to complain, you can complain for the rest of your life. He quickly wiped the tears from his heart into the opponent's hair, not wanting to make his guide laugh again.

He just wanted to interfere with Dostoevsky's plan, and now he understood, what a sense of guilt, a sense of responsibility, everything was based on his fundamental mission.

—Who made his guide always take care of everything else, but never take care of his own safety?

Taking advantage of Dostoevsky's injury and being immobilized, he kissed the other party to the fullest, and then asked again, and this time he really laughed a little bit badly.Frowning slightly, Dostoevsky stared at this smile for a long time.

Are you cold?

He still seemed to want to complain about something, such as how many brain cells he had wasted in order to get rid of Gogol's overprotection and arrange for this person to leave him... His brows frowned slightly, and then relaxed.The prison guard he had bribed had anxiously opened the gate for them, and he put his head lightly on the sentry's shoulder.Um.

It's not cold anymore.

tbc.