Lillian's Melaleuca routine

The next morning, without a call from Sonia to urge her, Ling had already walked to the police station spontaneously.

Having been here so many times in a row, she was already very familiar with the Moscow police station. As soon as she entered the door, she skillfully greeted several familiar police officers, and then went straight to the previous room.

She knocked politely on the door before going in.

After 1 minute, she realized that with the sound insulation conditions here, Sonia couldn't hear her voice, and she couldn't hear Sonia's voice either.

Considering that the front desk should have called and reported to Sonia.So Ling opened the door, and she found that Sonia and Sergey were already seated, staring at the computer screen, looking at something meticulously, and saying something from time to time.

"Good morning!" Aya greeted, and then showed a commercial smile with ease, "If I have time, I hope I can make it to lunch today."

"Good morning, Miss Lillian." Seeing that it was Aya, Sonia showed a gentle smile, and she replied, "Trust me, you will catch up."

Fortunately, everything is just right.

It was exactly twelve o'clock when Aya left the police station.

She walked out of the room with Sergey, and Sonia stayed in the room to sort out some materials. She was really too busy, and Aya noticed that her dark circles under her eyes had become heavier in the past few days.

And Sergey—after a few days of getting along, this police officer who is nearly thirty years old is already familiar with her enough.

As they walked, they began to chat.

"Sergey! I really didn't expect that I would spend my last few days in Moscow here." Aya said.

She didn't complain much, it was just a simple exclamation.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't expect these things to happen." Sergey just shrugged his shoulders with a helpless tone, and he said, "Actually, I'm so busy that my feet don't touch the ground. Of course, Sonia What's more, she hasn't closed her eyes for two days."

"God! This is really... no wonder she looks a bit depressed today, she needs to rest." Ayano echoed Sergey, "Thank you for your hard work. Shall we ask about your work progress? Hmm... ...I think it has something to do with the time of my departure from Moscow, Sergey, I have a right to know?"

"It went well." Sergey replied in a low voice while walking, "All the sacrifices are worthwhile. However, there are too many suspicious points about this matter, this is really..."

He didn't go on, everything was silent.

Ling lowered her voice and echoed him: "I know, Sergey, please calm down. No matter what you say, the people should always need an answer, and I believe you can do it."

Whether the answer is true or false, there is always a need for some unlucky ghost to take the blame.

she said in her heart.

Yevgeny Belekov, please rest in peace.

Sergey, this honest and honest man just sighed after hearing Ling's words, and murmured in a low tone: "Yeah, someone should pay the price, there will always be innocent people who pay for it, this Isn’t that the truth of the world? Alas.”

He seemed to be aware of his emotional leakage, so he pretended to smile relaxedly, and patted Aya's shoulder: "Miss Lillian, I hope you will have a pleasant journey next time."

For some reason, Sergei still looks worried and absent today, and even when he smiles, he looks so fake.

"Thank you, I will. Sergey, I also hope that your next work will be easier." Aya did not continue to ask, she used this sentence of thanks as the end of their conversation.

After walking out of the police station, Ling casually found a restaurant near the police station to finish her lunch. She stayed in the restaurant for a while and bought a piece of Napoleon cake by the way. Afternoon itinerary.

Due to the change of plan, Aya has a lot of regrets.After the time was free this afternoon, she didn't have many destinations to choose from.

She checked on her mobile phone for a long time, and finally she went to the Opera House.

Located near the Red Square, the Big Petrov Theater is one of the most famous opera houses in Russia. From the appearance point of view, the overall white theater presents a Greek architectural style, simple and elegant.The space inside is also huge, which can accommodate multiple performances together.

Today's theater was a bit deserted, Ling waited in line at the door for a few minutes, bought a ticket and took a seat according to the instructions.

What she wants to see is the ballet "Giselle". The show starts at three o'clock on time and lasts about nine to ten minutes.Because of the relationship between working days and the off-season, there are not many people.Ling successfully bought a good location at a good price.

From her visual point of view, it happened to be the center of the stage. Although it was not very front, it was not bad.

In itself, the story of "Giselle" is rather simple, it tells the tragic love story of rich sons Albert and Giselle, and the narrative is not strong.But the light and elegant ballet adds a lot to this stage play.Especially the heroine Giselle, can be regarded as one of the most difficult roles in the history of ballet.

By the time Aya left the opera house, it was already completely dark.Fortunately, it is near the Red Square, and it is also very close to the place where she and Gogol met.She only walked for more than ten minutes in the cold wind before arriving at her destination tonight.

In addition to providing drink service, this bar also has dinner options. Ling has already made a reservation in advance. After sitting down with the waiter, she first took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Gogol indicating that she had arrived early.

Then, Aya began to order with the menu.She hesitated for a long time. After staying in Moscow for so long, she has tried almost all Russian dishes, and she doesn't pay much attention to appetite, so in the end, Aya just ordered a few dishes in a hurry. Stopped.

Since this bar is a restaurant during the day, it operates as a bar at night.At this time, it was not too late, and the string orchestra next to it was still playing Tchaikovsky. When the time was a little later, the performance here would change from classical music to hipop, and the changes could be called extremes.

Aya finished her meal in a leisurely manner. On the way, she still had time to read the books on the reading shelf.Finally, within ten minutes after eating, she waited for Gogol who came late.

To be precise, he arrived early.Because at this time, there is still half an hour before their appointment time.

Gogol's dress fits perfectly here. He is dressed in casual clothes. The down jacket has been stored, but he also wears a thin knitted sweater jacket.He also wore a black top hat, which stood out with his white hair.

"Good evening, Nikolai, long time no see." Seeing Gogol's figure from a distance, Ling raised her hand, greeted him with a bright smile, and signaled him to come over.

Gogol also showed a smile, waved his hand, and walked briskly to her side.

"Long time no see, Lilian." He sat down on the seat, took the set meal, saw the magazine on the side, and asked, "Have I kept you waiting? Sorry, I went to deal with some business, some and work-related matters."

Aya shook her head: "Nikolai, you don't have to feel guilty, it's just that I came early."

She put away the magazine, handed him the menu, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Now, let's start the carnival."

Just in time, a new band came up, the lights in the bar dimmed instantly, and a beam of light hit the lead singer.After a burst of colorful neon lights, the lead singer began to sing after an exaggerated roar, which was a dance song by Leningrad.

Amidst the loud music, Ling called the waiter and ordered what she wanted first, "Please give me a glass of special vodka first, thank you."

"Do you want something to drink? Nikolai." After ordering, Aya turned her eyes to Gogol on the other side.

Gogol just propped his chin, looked at it carefully for a long time, and only ordered a glass of dark beer.

"Don't you drink vodka?" Aya looked at him, a little puzzled.

"Not yet." He just blinked and said with no deep meaning.

?

What bad idea is this person thinking of?

Aya couldn't figure out the result, so she put the question aside for the time being, and began to chat with Gogol about what happened recently, and she began to describe her unlucky experience.

"Nikolai, do you know? I was called to the police station." She hammered the table depressedly, the sound was nothing in the noisy environment around her, "It's about the recent incident. It's just It's a pity that I spent my vacation life in the police station like this. But I have a little free time this afternoon."

Hearing Ling's answer, Gogol opened his eyes wide in surprise, and asked, "Lilian, are you free this afternoon?"

His tone was full of regret, and the next moment, he realized that he only paid attention to the latter question, so he sighed nonchalantly again, pretending to be angry and said: "Ahem, cough, I mean, what a pity, Lillian. Speaking of which, where did you go this afternoon?"

"You should know this place, the Bolshoi Theater. I went to see "Giselle", starring Lukina as Giselle, a story about a beautiful and kind rural girl who sacrificed herself for love." Ling didn't want to talk about this deeply with Gogol topic, so she quickly dismissed the matter, "Nikolai, let the past pass, we still have one night."

Aya really didn't want to have more close contact with Nikolai Gogol. Since she found out that Gogol and Fyodor knew each other, she restrained herself a lot.

Coincidentally, the waiter came with the wine.

What Gogol was given was a glass of half a liter of beer, which was packed in a transparent wine glass and filled with some ice cubes, so full that it almost overflowed.Ling's vodka was only a small glass. She picked up the wine glass, brought the quilt to her eyes, and looked at it carefully. The wine glass was very small, no longer than an index finger. A layer of water mist condensed on it, and it felt a little cold to the touch.

Aya picked up the wine glass with two fingers, looked at it for a while, and then drank it boldly.In an instant, a stimulating feeling rushed straight to her forehead. First, she felt a mass of ice pouring down her throat into her stomach. Then, the next moment, the ice felt like it was burning and made her whole body feel hot. Aya couldn't help it. She fanned it with her hands, and she felt a little hot.

And Nikolai Gogol just took a sip of the wine, and the horizontal line on the glass didn't even show any change.Noticing Aya's expression, he showed a suppressed smile.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Aya like a mess, as if to confirm whether she was drunk.

"Nikolai, what are you laughing at?" It's a pity that although Aya's cheeks were flushed, she was not drunk, but just a little bit hot. She grabbed his hand dissatisfied, pressed it to her cheek, and asked Said: "Is it hot?"

Gogol did not lie this time, and nodded honestly.

Ling threw his hand away and said word by word: "You should say it's not hot!"

Although she tried her best to hide it, she finally gave up her plan to hide the rising heat.Aya shook her hair, took off her thin coat, and called the waiter: "Please have two more glasses of vodka, thank you. By the way, please also have a glass for the gentleman next to me."

For her, only vodka can quench her thirst now.

After the waiter left, Ling lowered her head. She lay on the table with her hands folded, and asked Gogol in confusion, "Is my face really red? Believe me! Nikolai, I It's just that the brain is a little starved of oxygen... God, why is this bar so hot!"

She couldn't help but yelled in a broken voice, sat up suddenly, and used her hand as an electric fan again to fan the wind.

"No, your face isn't red at all, Lilian." Nikolai Gogol seemed to want to laugh, and he happily took the three glasses of iced vodka in the waiter's hand, and handed over two of them After giving it to Ling, he reached out and knocked the table in front of Ling, and asked, "Would you like to have a drink?"

"Of course, Nikolai." Aya just stretched out her hand excitedly, touched the vodka in Gogol's hand with the thumb-sized wine glass.

She drank the glass of wine with her eyes closed, and couldn't help moaning heartily: "Great! I think, I can have another glass."

I don't know why, after drinking this glass of wine, Aya felt even hotter after the initial exhilaration passed.

Her face was flushed, and her blood was surging.Aya felt her mind was a little swaying, and she swept the obstructing wine glass aside as if venting, as if she was too hot, she quickly downed the third glass of vodka.

The band was still playing non-stop, and a large crowd gathered around, cheering and swinging excitedly.Mixed with colorful lights and audience shaking their heads, it looks like a group of demons are dancing.

"If you want to drink some wine, please come for a vodka!"

At this time, the band just sang the lyrics of this round, and the crowd below yelled like crazy in an instant.Then the sound of wine glasses colliding intertwined together, and the whole scene was extremely noisy.

Gogol put down the glass. This time, he only tentatively called her name: "Lilian, are you okay?"

During this period, Ling didn't pay close attention to Nikolai Gogol's movements at all, so she didn't know that he didn't drink the small glass of wine in his hand at all.The wine glass on her side was completely empty, but on the other side, Gogol didn't move at all except for the first sip.

"Am I drunk?" Ling looked blankly at the top of her head, and after a few seconds, she answered the question by herself, "Yes, I'm drunk. Huh? Strange, am I drunk too?"

Aya raised her hand and touched her forehead, she was frustrated to find that her forehead was indeed a little hot.

"Strange, strange, strange." She turned around again, her empty eyes locked on Gogol for a moment, and after thinking for a while, she put all the reasons on Gogol.So Ling asked angrily, "Nikolai, why are you not drunk! This must be your ability to cheat, did you move your wine into my wine glass? Look! Your glass is clearly is empty."

She stretched out her hand in a daze, and there was a double image in front of her eyes. Even Nikolai Gogol turned into three, and the wine glasses in his hand also turned into three.

strange?

Ling stretched out her hand and pointed in a meaningless direction, which was almost a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the wine glass near Gogol.

In Aya's mind, the question marks kept spinning, making her dizzy.

Why did Nikolai's wine glass suddenly disappear?Why does he have three heads?three hats?

why is he laughingWhat is he laughing at?

She tilted her head and thought for a long time, but there was no answer.

So naturally she started questioning him.

"It's impossible! My wine is so good! I still want to get you drunk!"