Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Aya finally picked up her main business, tourism.

She took the train to Vladimir the next day, where there are a huge number of Orthodox churches scattered.Due to time constraints, Aya only reserved one day for visiting here.

She only briefly visited the Church of the Assumption, then came out to have a quick lunch and went to the Church of the Intercession. Fortunately, the weather was fine this day, with only a thin layer of snow left on the ground. Aya was even more rare in Moscow. She saw a ray of sunshine in the winter, so she sat on the hillside and stared at the nearby Nerli River for a long time.

It was getting dark too early, and she hadn't been here for a long time, so she hurriedly took the train on her way back.

Although she had already set foot on the return journey at three o'clock in the afternoon, when she returned to Moscow, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.Ling casually found a restaurant on the side of the road to eat, then dragged her weary pace back to the hotel.

After washing, she immediately threw herself on the soft bed.

Although only two days had passed, she had almost forgotten about Fyodor.

To Aya's relief, the trouble didn't come to her, which meant that Fyodor had indeed solved the monitoring problem for her.But Aya always felt a little uneasy in her heart, would Fyodor really help her so kindly and free of charge?

The thought only flashed in her mind, and she ignored the question in a blink of an eye.

Because she is going to bed.

Things weren't as simple as she thought, but they weren't that bad either.

Aya waited for the police when she woke up the next day.

This is a tall Caucasian man, wearing a police officer's uniform, with a high nose bridge and sunken eye sockets, deep facial features, a bloated figure, and looks a bit blessed. After Aya opened the door, he stared at her seriously.

"Hello, are you Ms. Hayata Aya?" He first greeted Aya briefly, because of his accent, it was a bit strange for him to call Aya by her name.However, Aya could barely tell it was her name from it.

"Yes, hello, you can just call me Lilian. Mr. Police, what can I do for you?" Ling took the opportunity of saying hello, and glanced calmly at the policeman's back.

No one else but this one police visit.

She was relieved, at least now she has not been regarded as a suspect, otherwise they would not have dispatched only one policeman.

As for the reason why the police came to her, I think it was because of the bombing.

Did he come to find her to understand the situation at that time?

"Actually, we encountered some things. I think you should know the purpose of my trip, ma'am. We need your help. Ma'am, did you go to the amusement park in the northern part of Moscow two days ago?"

Aya nodded cooperatively.

She didn't want to hide this from the police.

"We need some information from you now. For accuracy, can you show your passport? We need to confirm your identity first." The police officer said, holding out his hand.

Out of caution, Aya did not immediately agree.

"May I take the liberty to ask your name and police number? I also need to confirm in advance, and you know the reason, Mr. Police Officer."

"Of course." It seemed that this difficult-to-get-together policeman was easy to talk to, and he readily took out his ID.

It turns out that this is a real cop.

So Ling went back to the room and went to get her ID card and various attachments. When the police officer checked her ID card, they still had time to chat.It turned out that the police officer's name was Sergey, a very common Russian name, as ordinary and featureless as his appearance.

He is a very ordinary Russian middle-aged man who has special feelings for vodka and kvass.

But Sergey didn't disclose any purpose of his coming to find her, and his evidence collection was not carried out in the hotel, so he politely invited Aya to the police station.

Aya met Fyodor who was about to leave at the gate of the police station.

He calmly greeted the police officer. It turned out that he was also invited to the police station to give a statement.However, it appears that he has cleared himself of suspicion.At least, the police officer beside him was sending him to the door politely, without any intention of arresting him.

Although Aya already knew that he was one of the masterminds in this case, she had no intention of exposing Fyodor.

There are only six days left before she leaves Moscow, and she just wants to leave here safe and sound.

Now, Aya only hopes that her crude acting skills can fool the police.

— She was a little pessimistic about it.

Seeing Aya, Fyodor greeted her cordially. It seemed that there was nothing unusual about them, and they were still close.

"Good morning, Lillian."

They tacitly exchanged a line of sight in the air, and from the perspective of an outsider, it was just a short eye contact.

"Good morning, Fedya."

Because there were more important things to do at this time, they just said hello and passed each other like strangers.

And Aya started to worry again, she didn't know what Fyodor's testimony was, judging from the current situation, he had already finished the transcript, but Aya had already blacklisted Fyodor, which also meant that , they did not collude.

Ling was a little bit broken. Originally, she thought that this matter should have ended long ago, but she didn't expect this to happen.The trouble is, after finishing the transcript, she had to contact Fyodor to discuss the follow-up matters. If this was what Fyodor had expected——Aya must admit that he succeeded.

This troublesome spirit can't be shaken off like brown sugar.

Moreover, Aya had another question.Why did the police station find them specifically to take notes?If there is no monitoring, the two of them are at best the lucky ones who survived the bombing and cannot provide any effective information.

Something is always wrong.

This ominous premonition has been lingering in her heart, and Aya followed Sergey into the police station while filling her mind.

Sergei took her to one of the rooms and sat down. Aya didn't wait long before another policeman knocked on the door and came in. This was a female Caucasian policeman with red hair and brown eyes, tall and tall, with a heroic appearance. Call Sonia.

Aya made a self-introduction first, and Sergey, who was opposite, typed in an orderly manner, and memorized everything she said.

Aya was a little apprehensive.

Sonia seemed to see her mood, and she comforted her gently.

"Miss Lillian, please don't worry. We came to you today to simply understand the situation. As long as you tell the truth, there will be no problems."

"Thank you, can I have a glass of water? It's my first time in this place so I'm a little nervous."

Sonia got up and poured Aya a glass of water.

After drinking the water, Aya felt better.But the solemn atmosphere in the room still made her a little uneasy, which also made her look a little suspicious - and she did have reasons to be nervous.

After Sergey finished entering the basic information, Sonia began to ask her some basic information.

"Can you describe the basic circumstances of the bombing?" she asked the first question.

"My boyfriend and I, the one at the door just now, um...his name is Fyodor Dostoevsky. We had a date in that amusement park that afternoon, and everything was normal in the afternoon. But , at night. I think something unusual happened."

Aya tried to describe those scenes: "For example, there is a strangely dressed doll handing out mouse medals, which is a bit like the weird appearance on Halloween, but it's not Halloween now, and the mice on the medals seem to look It's a bit strange, I think you have seen the medal, it looks too hideous. We were lucky, we happened to be the last ones to receive the souvenir, and the doll left immediately after we received it. In addition, another strange thing happened at the same time. When Fedya and I passed by the carousel, there happened to be a malfunction there."

Aya concealed the fact that the doll gave her the brooch. She didn't want this special event to make herself the focus of the case.Other than that, she didn't tell any lies.

"So, did you notice anything weird about that doll?" Sonia began to ask her more details.

Ling thought about it first, and then she said uncertainly: "He is pushing a small truck, covered with a black cloth, and only one corner is exposed. If the whole truck is full of medals, it should be a lot. We are going I also passed by there on the way of the Ferris wheel, but he didn’t appear at that time. It may not be possible to identify him."

"So, the second question, did you notice anything at the time of the explosion, which is 55:[-]?"

"I was frightened, and Fedya comforted me... We were sitting in a building not far away for dinner, and we happened to witness the explosion. In short, everything was too sudden, so we left the building very quickly. "Speaking of this incident, Ling still had lingering fears, "This was a horrible attack! Fortunately, I became one of the survivors. When the accident happened, Fei Jia and I stayed together, and I didn't have much trouble. Focus on what's going on in the restaurant, it was so chaotic at that time, my mind was in a mess."

"Miss Lilian, you are not lucky." Sonia denied her answer unhurriedly. She said calmly with a moving voice, "In my opinion, you are quite lucky. It seems that you don't know, After you and your boyfriend left, there was a second explosion there."

"The location is on Birch Street, specifically, it is the seventh floor of the building you are in."