City of Burning Snow

"I knew it was this human clown who came back to make troubles..."

The mental body took a lot of work.On the way he was on duty, because the human body was always shot dead by London soldiers one after another, and the blood samples could not be taken out if they were not transported by the entity life.He has never worked so hard in his life.As a result, when he was sent out of the tower, joking and laughing like a fleeing wild dog, he drove a lady's body onto the train. The lady's feet had been swollen by him, but he saw his master Nesting in the car with the sentinel, he wanted to throw a box of samples out.Throw it straight out the window into the Thames.

"Here you are, only thirty."

Punishment jumped out of the woman's body with a humming sound, and the human being knocked faintly on the ground and made a loud noise.Gogol hurried over and dragged the innocent implicated person into the car like a dead body. He hopped over the woman's body and turned around to pick up the high heels that had fallen outside. All the curious passengers in the car were watching. This high-heeled shoe, he scratched the back of his head at them with an apologetic smile. "Motion sickness, motion sickness..."

"Your sentry came back too early. Why do you always come back so early? There is only less than a day, and I don't have time to take more samples. It is not easy to find the gene pool, but fortunately there are many of them. The more people the better for my operations."

Dostoyevsky nestled in Gogol's coat and drank ginger tea, obediently listening to his own mental body complaining.A lot of bandages were pasted on his face, and he was wearing the shirt and socks that Gogol even gave him. The extremely pitiful expression in prison just now had disappeared, and he was as happy as sitting in his own bedroom.

"Didn't I say 'this could happen'. The punishment, in the final analysis, is that you act too slowly."

"what?"

"You 'huh?' What. I want to ask you, dear Mr. Punish. Why do you travel first and then steal samples?"

Gogol closed the door of the carriage, and looked at the lady who was crooked on the short-pile carpet in the carriage with difficulty.Then he tapped his palms and moved her to the position closest to the window, with her face hidden in the direction of the wall.Both Punishment and Sin watched silently for a while, without making any judgments, Punishment let out a long sigh.

"What an unfair world—the Tower of London is so famous, and sin has been visiting for a while. Now it's about me."

"That was all a few years ago. Besides, I didn't go to play." Dostoevsky moved his eyes, squinting at the fog outside the window.A few years ago at the international conference table, there was a long, undisguised murderous intent from the opposite side of him.Everyone sees this as the result of conflicts between British and New Russian politics, and only he knows that Agatha recognizes the clothes on him.

"I originally wanted to return a gentleman's things to his old lover. However, unfortunately...the lady's room security system is very good, and she herself is too hostile. If she returned it at that time, she I'm afraid I can't accept it. Sometimes human beings also need hatred to maintain a life, otherwise they can't live."

Ping smiled and looked at him. "Oh... When did you consider the issue from the perspective of the living?"

"I have always considered issues from the perspective of the living, punishment."

"Including the use of that—Mr. Pushkin with the pathogen?"

Dostoevsky paused for a moment, and he bared his imperceptible canine teeth.

"Yes, including that gentleman, fine."

Dostoevsky was very serious, and began to pick and choose from the few condiments on the table.He took a small box of creamer, tore open it, and poured it into the ginger tea.He mixed the tea slightly, and took a sip with great interest. Dostoyevsky made a disgusted expression, and secretly exchanged the drink with Gogol's cup. Pretend to see the scenery.

Feeling the call, the spirit body reluctantly returned to Dostoevsky's body.When Dostoyevsky had finished his prank, Gogol pretended to be thirsty, took a gulp of tea, and glared at the cup.

"Is English tea always this bad! Fedya?"

"Well," Dostoevsky shrugged regretfully. "Always, Nikolai."

The vile, the poor, the wicked...

"Report."

Agatha opened her eyes, waking up from a curse-like nightmare.She quietly moved a photo from the hospital bed to a drawer next to it. Two young soldiers, a man and a woman, were wearing the early duty uniforms of the Bell Tower Rangers, smiling shyly at the camera. "Come in."

Edgar Allan Poe, a specially hired foreign expert in the tracking department, walked in timidly holding a stack of report cards.His hair curtain was too long, completely blocking his eyes from behind, but judging from the state of his disheveled hair, he had been strictly checked his mental state before entering the door, and there was no trace of being possessed.

"It's such a reckless country..." He approached the Countess's hospital bed gloomyly, and there was an ineffective curtain between them. Whether it was a sentinel or a guide, this barrier was not enough to interfere with their conversation. Discovery on the other side.However, out of respect for the nobles, he still stopped at the side of the curtain. "The tracking results are correct. The address given by the prisoner is true. We have broken through the defense and brought back all the samples, but there is no soldier gene from our country in it. The things stolen yesterday should still be in the hands of the thieves— —”

"Is it true?" The countess was a little unbelievable, she lowered her voice. "Where is the party of the arrested criminal?"

"Ah, this does not belong to the scope of my research, but I was really curious to smell it. I heard that it is an empty house. There are only some dolls that have been modified with blood drive devices. The dolls and the owner of the house do not seem to be there. "

Agatha pondered.How is this going……

Why was the sample really found? Dostoevsky smiled provocatively at the soldiers of the Tower of London under torture all day, but she did not expect Nikolai Gogol to Able to pry information out of the guide's mouth by relying on his personal feelings.Dostoevsky was the enemy she hated the most in her life, so she also knew his temperament and thoughts deeply.For his own so-called righteousness, he would sacrifice anyone.Why did you tell them the real coordinates?

"Continue to monitor there. If the owner of the house comes back, notify the headquarters immediately."

"Eh……"

"how?"

Agatha raised her voice.She asked arrogantly, and the American expert shrank his neck, but still couldn't bear the desire to tell another truth, he scratched his neck regretfully behind the barrier.

"But you have already been suspended from your post, Mrs. Countess... They, none of them dare to come over and say that they are delaying this matter and not reporting... Uwawawawa, it wasn't my transfer order and it wasn't me!"

The screen curtain was opened, and Edgar's skirt was lifted up aggressively but gracefully by the female sentinel.He waved his hands quickly, thinking of those poor servants in ancient times who were thrown into the river by the nobles to feed the fish after a word or two—isn't this the 21st century!The countess held his collar tightly, and then let it go suddenly.

"Who gave the order."

"I don't know..." I'm not from your country...

"Take me to the person in charge of the tracking department."

"Huh?" Now?Edgar showed a nervous attitude about being checked, "It's okay, you don't want them to fire me, do you?"

The countess didn't listen to his nonsense anymore.She had already put on a fur coat and stood up. Her legs, which had been strengthened by the medical soldiers, could not walk temporarily. With the careful help of the young American, she sat in a wheelchair.She looked sullen.

"That mouse must have a deeper conspiracy. It's stupid to make a personnel transfer at this time in the Tower of London..."

The air of Xuemei floats in the wind.A large bouquet of crimson roses was tied with golden silk. If someone saw it later, they might think it was a gift from a woman.

The young man gently dropped a bouquet of flowers on the ground in front of him.

I want to say a few words about Mishima's tombstone, roses are always the best souvenirs.

"'When you see a rose, you call it beautiful. When you see a snake, you call it disgusting. . .

——They don't know that in this world, roses and snakes are close friends, and at night, they transform into each other.

Shibusawa recited Mishima's sentence to him, and he closed his eyes.Yukio Mishima's previous laughter came back to his ears: Your Excellency's memory really makes me feel inferior!He sat down, and the carcass of the beetle on the mountain road in the cemetery was being blown into the grass by the wind.Shibusawa Tatsuhiko sighed softly as the tombstone of the deceased listened silently to the sound of the wind.

"People can talk excitedly for an hour about shared memories. But that's not talking."

——It was the isolated nostalgia that found an object to vent... When they couldn't bear the long silence, they let the topic go back to the past again.

He recited Mishima's words, and the red plums were scattered all over the place without knowing it.

"Sometimes a good memory is also a person's biggest flaw. I always remember these words you said. Mishima, in the past, I recited them with you. At least someone told me that besides and outside of these words , and other words that I can’t even imagine. Now that I recite them, they will be returned to me as they are.”

I lost the real fun of them.

Yukio Mishima's name was embossed vigorously on the stone slab, and he didn't say a word to his sigh.What about cruel people.Shibusawa Tatsuhiko lowered his head, neither sad nor disappointed.He was originally a person who was hard to be shaken by life and death, he just wanted to chat and say a few words.When desires are not satisfied, he feels bored.

"You don't have to endure the torment of desire anymore... You don't have to endure the sense of boredom I experienced anymore. I really envy you. When everything in the world is at your fingertips, the slightest desire will torture me like crazy ..."

He sat alone for a long time, and even this long sitting really made him tired.He put his fingers in his pockets, slowly got up and left the cemetery.Three days ago, when Shibusawa lamented the boredom of the world, he did not expect that three days later, when he stepped into Siberia, he built the Bili Hall to resist this decadence, his carefully constructed refuge , has long been completely covered by illusory and flashy deception.

tbc.