Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Aya didn't focus on the second half of Fyodor's sentence. In fact, the first half of his sentence was obviously more interesting than the second half.

"That depends on your own judgment, Fedya. Speaking of which, what are you going to do with Yevgeny Belekov?"

So she just smiled slightly, and calmly responded to Fyodor's words. She didn't hold on to this point, but skipped the topic lightly. When talking about more profound things.

"I don't know him." He just said innocently.

Aya has nothing to do with Fyodor who is pretending to be stupid. As long as he doesn't want to answer, no one can force him to speak anyway.

Taking advantage of the trend, Aya didn't expect to get more information out of him.But Aya is still skeptical of Fyodor's confession to Sonia.Although she felt that Yevgeny Belekov should be made into a scapegoat, but what about Alexander Pushkin?He also showed his face on the truck, but, as a member of the House of Death and Fyodor's subordinate, he shouldn't be given up.

Aya rubbed the corners of her eyes wearily, she felt a little tired.This kind of tiredness does not come simply from a physical exhaustion, but is mixed with a psychological symptom.She raised her head and saw Fyodor hunched over and yawned, even with a foggy expression.

He should also be a little bit sleepy, and this emotion was instantly transmitted to Aya through the invisible air.

She felt more tired.

"What about Alexander Pushkin? What should he do? He's also missing." She pulled herself together and continued to ask.

"You should worry more about yourself than about him, Lillian," said Fyodor, resting his head on one hand, and with the other he unhurriedly pulled the hat back into its original position. , After finishing his hat, he explained, "Alexander Pushkin disappeared, didn't he?"

He was telling her cryptically that she didn't have to worry about Pushkin's follow-up issues. At least, Aya didn't have to worry about the police catching him in the future.However, Fyodor's words also aroused another level of worry in Aya.

She felt a little pain between her brows, and soon her eyelids began to twitch.

"Feiya, to be honest, I'm also a little worried." She leaned her head lightly on Fyodor's body, "Although I know they won't do anything. But things will never go as I imagined. good."

"You know who I mean. Well... I mean, they revealed too much information, which scares me."

A foreign tourist, who participated in such an important case and basically knew the whole process of the case, even if Aya Hayata was an important witness, it was too much for a non-staff person.

She didn't think about it at the time, but now, looking back, it did scare her.

Fyodor just glanced at her sideways, and said coldly: "It has happened, Lillian."

He was persuading her to accept the reality and consider something more practical.

Although the cold and rational speech is reasonable, there is always something wrong.

"Hey, Fei Jia." Unfortunately, Ling was not satisfied with his answer, and pulled his hat in dissatisfaction, pulling the hat again, and now, half of the hat was tilted sideways, It looks nondescript.

"It's fine if you don't help my dear girlfriend, but you can't do it if you comfort her." She said bitterly, "A week later, you will be separated from her at the train station. Even so, Fedya, you are not too busy. Did your girlfriend say something?"

Fyodor just thought about it seriously, and then asked: "I thought, under the current situation, you would be more worried about whether you can leave Moscow... If the consolation works, Lillian, I wish you a pleasant trip?"

When he said this, his expression was not serious at all, but a little cheerful.

Aya laughed at his words.

She leaned on his shoulder and laughed uncontrollably twice, and then still joked with a smiley tone: "God, I shouldn't have expected anything from you, Fedya, thanks to you, I will Nice trip. Still, I'm surprised you reminded me. After all, it's not easy to pry some information out of your mouth."

Although the words were relaxed, Aya was not in a relaxed mood.

Fyodor was just noncommittal, and cast his eyes on her. There was nothing in his eyes, and he still looked so unpredictable.

As Fyodor said, Aya did not trust the police very much.After all, the guarantees brought about by a few thin agreements are too hypocritical.

But under the current circumstances, Ling really couldn't refuse the police's request, because they had an agreement - she must assist the police officers in their inquiries and investigations.

She can't take the initiative, and she also loses the possibility of retreating. No matter from which point of view, any decision is a dilemma.

And the intention of Fyodor's news was known only to him.

After thinking about it, it is an indisputable fact that Fyodor helped her. He revealed enough information that Aya was willing to forgive him for his previous deception.

While thinking, Ling took out her mobile phone to check the time. It was getting late and she needed to go back to the hotel.

She thanked him at the end.

"It's already eight o'clock, and I must leave, Fedya. But before I leave, I feel that I must say something to you."

"Thank you tonight, Fedya. Regardless of any quarrels we've had before, today's time with you has been wonderful, so I sincerely look forward to my next meeting with you."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, put her fingers together, and placed them between them, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Happy cooperation, Fei Jia."

Fyodor nodded slightly.

"Happy cooperation." While replying, he stretched out his hand cooperatively and gave Aya a high-five.

In the silent night, this small movement did not make any sound, but they still looked at each other in tacit understanding. For some reason, they showed a smile like a tacit understanding, and this smile disappeared when the wind blows at night.

If deceiving the police officer is considered a kind of cooperation, then it might as well celebrate the victory in advance.

By the time Aya returned to the hotel, it was already too early.In winter in the northern hemisphere at high latitudes, returning to the hotel at nine o'clock is not a timely time, and the streets are empty, and it is difficult to see even a person.

After she finished washing and tidying up, another hour passed.After a whole day of running around, plus the light feeling brought by the bath, she is now so tired that she can fall asleep with her eyes closed.

She yawned a lot, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, and shook her head, trying to get rid of the sleepiness. At this moment, she still had things to do.She pulled herself together, threw the shower cap aside, dried her hair, and then turned on her phone to check the news about the bombing.

In tonight's news, judging from the reports about the amusement park bombing, the police investigation is still not very optimistic.The news only disclosed some superficial information, except that the death toll was still rising, and there was only a vague outline of any progress in the case.

Aya only briefly scanned a few points before giving up the search for this news. She closed the webpage and started to search for another object of her current focus—Evgeny Belekov.

Skipping a long list of flattery, Aya looked at Wikipedia for a long time but didn't find any useful news.Only then did she realize to her chagrin that she forgot to ask Fyodor about Yevgeny Belekov's abilities—although Fyodor might not tell her.

Ling didn't stop searching. She opened the news website and entered Yevgeny Belekov's name to start the search. After the page loaded for a while, several news about him appeared.

After ignoring the useless information, she still found some things she wanted in it.

Yevgeny Belekov's status in the government is not low. In the news of his early years, he can be said to be full of ambition and high spirits.In addition to the pornographic news, various notifications and praises about him are also coming in a steady stream.In the days after his disappearance, no information about his disappearance has been disclosed, but the hype continues, seemingly creating the illusion that he is alive and well.

But after the bombing, the news quickly fell silent, and there was no news about Yevgeny Belekov at all.He seemed to have evaporated from the world, showing a stark difference from the previous explosive news.

Aya took a general look, and added some useful information to the memo, in case of emergencies.

From the current point of view, Yevgeny Belekov has a high chance of being abandoned. If his disappearance is maintained, this chance will increase infinitely.

Tomorrow, she may also be summoned by the police officers to the police station. Based on what Fyodor said and her inner anxiety, Aya decided to test the police officers' attitude towards her at that time.In her impression, the calm and rational Sonia is not easy to fool, and Sonia's assistant, Sergey, an honest and honest police officer, should be a relatively easy object to get close to.

Of course, apart from these unpleasant affairs, there are pleasant things about tomorrow's itinerary.

She would go to the bar to drink with Nikolai Gogol in the evening.This is not like the bad experience with Pushkin last time.

For Aya, Nikolai Gogol was indeed a very good chat partner, and it happened that she was also a little depressed, so she couldn't be more suitable to find him.

While thinking, Aya set the alarm clock.

She closed her eyes and threw all thoughts out of her head.