"Excuse me, sir, what services do you need?"

As the door of the first-class box was gently pushed open by the beautiful flight attendant, Lin Xiuyi hurriedly covered himself with a blanket!

"Well, then, can you give me a bag of ice? I want to ice my arm, I accidentally bumped it when I got on the plane just now, and now I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable!"

"Ah...... Sir, are you in a terrible pain, do you want to call a doctor?"

"No, no, no...... It's not that serious, you don't have to call a doctor for me, I just want to put some ice, if it's convenient, please give me a bag of ice cubes, okay?"

"Sir, are you sure you only need ice?"

"Yes, just a small injury, the ice cube will be able to solve my problem, thank you for your concern!"

When the flight attendant repeatedly confirmed to Lin Xiuyi that he was not particularly unwell, the other party quickly brought ice cubes for Lin Xiuyi. After Lin Xiuyi thanked the flight attendant who served him again, he hurriedly closed the door of the box. Then, he gently unbuttoned his pants and placed the ice cube on the burned part of his thigh.

"Wow......"

Feeling the cold stimulation coming from below, Lin Xiuyi almost didn't cry out excitedly.

Thanks to Emirates' First Class on the return trip, each of the airline's First Class seats is made up of separate boxes. With a large leather seat, a huge LCD monitor, and a retractable pedal and dining table, it's a rare thing to have such a large amount of privacy on an airplane. It is precisely because of this privacy that Lin Xiuyi was able to have the opportunity to pay attention to the burn on his leg during the 8-hour long journey.

Speaking of which, it's been almost a week since the last time I was scalded with coffee. Maybe it's because I've been flying back and forth between North America and Europe all this time, and I didn't notice the injury on my leg, and now the burn has become a little worse. This made Lin Xiuyi, who had to spend a long 8 hours on the plane, feel miserable.

"Forget it, just a small price to pay for those eight million dollars!"

Lin Xiuyi pressed the ice cubes on his legs with his hands, and then comforted himself in his heart.

With one hand, he raised the glass of red wine on the dining table, and with the other hand, he picked up the remote control next to the seat and clicked on the LCD screen in front of him to start the time. Although the entertainment system on the plane is very rich. But Lin Xiuyi didn't find anything that could make him interested. He clicked on the news casually, intending to see if anything noteworthy had happened in Japan recently, and at this moment, a piece of news suddenly attracted Lin Xiuyi's attention.

According to the latest news released by the Thai Ministry of Home Affairs, Alexander Ublich, the founder of the famous illegal human trafficking website Black Death, died unexpectedly at Bang Kang Central Prison in Bangkok this morning, and according to the preliminary examination of the medical examiner, the Thai Ministry of Home Affairs determined that the cause of Alexander's death was multi-organ failure caused by dehydration and malnutrition. The Thai side said that before that, Alexander Ulbricht had attempted suicide several times during his detention and used hunger strikes in a vain attempt to escape justice, and that Bang Kang Central Prison had used all available means to try to maintain Alexander Ulbrich's life......"

Lin Xiuyi couldn't believe what he heard, he couldn't imagine that Alexander Ulbricht would die like this. After the initial shock, Lin Xiuyi hurriedly took out his mobile phone, now that others are above 10,000 meters in the air, the phone must not work, but the IFI on the plane can still allow him to contact Song Kan at any time. Lin Xiu was in a hurry and hurriedly sent an email to Song Kan to ask what happened......

"Officer Songkan, why did Alexander Ulbricht die suddenly, and what happened?"

After Lin Xiu finished sending the email, he kept refreshing his client, and after about half an hour, he finally received a reply from Song Kan in the mailbox.

"I'M SORRY, OFFICER HAYASHI, ALEXANDER UBRICHT WENT ON A HUNGER STRIKE IN PRISON, AND ALTHOUGH WE BROUGHT IN A DOCTOR, WE COULDN'T SAVE HIS LIFE......"

Seeing the reply sent by Song Kan in the email, Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Everyone is dead, how can the case be investigated!" Lin Xiuyi threw his phone on the table in disappointment, and then drank the red wine in the cup. Regarding Song Kan's reply to him, Lin Xiuyi was really difficult to accept. But what can he do without the power to enforce the law?

……

Moscow, Novodevichy Cemetery.

For unknown reasons, the New Virgin Cemetery, which had been open to the public for some reason, was cordoned off early in the morning by the police sent by the Ministry of the Interior. At this moment, in this huge cemetery, where the elites and pride of Russia, including Gogol and Khrushchev, are buried, a man who looks about fifty years old is standing quietly in front of a tombstone that does not raise his eyes, silently remembering something.

Brightly colored roses were gently placed under the small tombstone by the man. The tombstone does not leave the name of the person buried. The only thing that exists is a small Orthodox cross. After the man put the rose down, he stood up, unbuttoned the top of his shirt, took out the cross around his neck, put it to his mouth and kissed it gently.

"Daddy Petrov, my father and friend, may your soul always be by God's side......"

The man fell to his knees on one knee and prayed silently for his old friend, who had been dead for many years. When the prayer was over, the man straightened up again and stroked the tombstone, thinking about what to say more.

With a slightly cool breeze, the man stood in front of the tomb for about half an hour, he leaned down, kissed lightly on the tombstone, and then quietly turned around, step by step, towards the subordinates who were waiting for him not far away.

"Mr. President, shall we get out of here now?"

A subordinate in his forties saw the man approaching and quickly ran over to him and asked him if the man planned to leave the place.

"What's down there?"

The man asked expressionlessly.

"Mr. President, you have accepted Mr. President's invitation, and you will go to the Kremlin tonight to receive a banquet from Mr. President......"

"Help me cancel it, tell Vladimir to go to Nizhny Novgorod (Gorky) if he wants to see me!"