Ulyanova was too excited tonight. She's about to get out of the life she now lives in poverty. And it's probably even better than it was.

When she and Qian Xiaobao went to Shanghai on a mission, they found that Qian Xiaobao was very rich. And Qian Xiaobao is also very generous to her.

But that all changed. It should be because of a fox spirit like Kobayashi Xun!

Qian Xiaobao paid a lot of money to rent a house for Xiaolin Xun. The house she rented was the one her mother sold because of poverty. He also spent money on furniture to decorate the room, and spent money to buy her valuable clothes.

Ulyanova gets angry just thinking about it. Tonight, she entered Xiao Lin Xun's room and looked at it, and felt that the reason for all this was that Xiao Lin Xun was too good at disguise, and always looked pitiful. If she talks about appearance, how can she compare to herself!

This vixen who is the best at deceiving men!

What the? Ulyanova shouldn't go into the room to see Kobayashi? She just wants to go into her former home and put Xiao Lin Xun's heart on the ground and smash it!

It's like a woman with an expensive necklace. You tell not to wear it if it's not safe at night. But she still wore it out without hesitation! No one can stop it.

Ulyanova has now begun to think about how to speak to Qian Xiaobao tomorrow. A large sum of money is a must. There is also the need for him to speak well for himself in front of Oki Yanichi and Yamaoka Daowu, and transfer himself out of the ghost place of the White Russian Conservation Institute.

It wasn't until she approached the door of her home that Ulyanova's mood calmed down. It's become gloomy to be exact.

She really didn't want to go home and face the fat face that put the aristocracy on her lips and everyone else in her eyes.

But there was no way, it was her mother. The mother who once gave her life.

Twenty years ago, when hundreds of thousands of people fled east in the freezing cold of minus 40 degrees Celsius, it was her mother who crossed Lake Baikal with her tightly in her arms.

Thousands of people froze to death on the ice, and it was not until the following year when the weather warmed up that they slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.

When some Russians recalled the beautiful scenery of Lake Baikal in front of her and said how sweet the water was, she almost threw it up.

The first thing Lyudmila saw when she opened the door was not her daughter standing in front of her, but the bottle of red wine she was holding in her hand.

She snatched the red wine from her daughter's hand. Despite the dim lighting, Lyudmila could see that it was a good bottle of wine.

"It's a good day," Lyudmila muttered, turning and going into the house.

Lyudmila eagerly took out two goblets, uncorked them and poured only a little into each one. She picked up the glass and took a sip of it, then let the wine linger on her tongue for a while before swallowing slowly.

"Good wine. However, it may be that the grapes were picked at the wrong time, or it may be due to the oak barrels in which the wine was stored, which has a slightly bitter taste. Lyudmila said regretfully.

Ulyanova poured all the wine from the glass into her stomach in one gulp.

"You can't drink it." Lyudmila looked at Ulyanova drinking and said disdainfully.

"Of course, you are a nobleman, and I have been a poor man since I was a child." Ulyanova replied.

Lyudmila just bowed her head and drank without hearing.

A third of a bottle of red wine went into Ulyannova's stomach. The rest was drunk by Lyudmila.

"I drank too much and became sober. Live your life as you wish. Why didn't that Chinese kid come here again? Lyudmila asked.

Ulyanova just bowed her head and ate the red sausage.

"There are a lot of Russian women married to Chinese in Harbin. That's good, at least it's better than marrying an alcoholic. After speaking, Lyudmila stood up and staggered back to her room to rest.

In the middle of the night, Ulyanova woke up from thirst. She felt like smoke was coming out of her throat.

She got up on all fours, got up barefoot, and fell to the ground at once.

It was as if I had exhausted all my strength by getting up from bed. Ulyanova had no strength at all.

Ulyanova felt that the floor was shaking, just like the time she and Qian Xiaobao took a boat to Shanghai.

Ulyanova began to vomit, gulping and spitting up. At the same time, I also felt the pain of my stomach turning upside down.

She felt it hard to crawl towards the door. But the door of the bedroom, which is usually close at hand, now seems to be thousands of miles away. Ulyanova couldn't climb no matter how she climbed.

"Bitch bitch bitch bitch!" Ulyanova scolded with trembling lips.

"Mommy, mommy," Ulyanova shouted with all her might. But the sound outlet is so small. There was no sound outside the door.

Finally at the door, Ulyanova trembled and stretched out her hand to stretch forward with all her might. The coat she wore back was hung behind the door and let her pull it off and cover her.

Ulyanova lay on the ground, gasping for breath and then remained motionless.

The White Russian Conservation Hospital, which had not been able to see Ulyanova for two days, finally reported to the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army. The intelligence department of the Kwantung Army sent people to Ulyannova's house, broke down the door, and saw Ulyanova lying on the ground, and her mother Lyudmila lying on the bed, who had been dead for a long time.

The news was sent back to the Ministry of Intelligence. The Ministry of Intelligence immediately sent a dozen technicians to the scene. Yoshihisa Tanaka, a doctor, and Kobayashi, a nurse, were among them.

After all, Ulyanova was once an important intelligence officer of the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army. She has a lot of secrets in her head of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department. This is no small matter.

Yoshihisa Tanaka first looked at Ulyanova, who was lying on the ground and died, and then rushed to Ulyannova's mother's room to see Lyudmila's condition.

On the surface, Lyudmila died peacefully. But Yoshihisa Tanaka smelled a foul odor.

Yoshihisa Tanaka lifted the quilt, and the stench became stronger. He gently took off Lyudmila's pajama pants and found that Lyudmila was incontinent and had blood in her excrement.

Yoshihisa Tanaka couldn't help frowning.

Xiao Lin Xun carefully picked up the wine bottle with his rubber gloved hand, carefully observed it, and put it under his nose to smell it.

Second Lieutenant Yokoyama, who was in charge of taking pictures at the scene, reminded: "Miss Kobayashi, I haven't taken pictures and taken fingerprints yet. ”

Kobayashi smiled and raised his gloved hand to indicate that he would pay attention.

A dozen technicians searched several rooms, inch by inch, not sparing a single place.

It took a few hours for the carpet search to come to an end.

The Kwantung Army Intelligence Department sent a truck to pull the two bodies to the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department for autopsy tomorrow.

Kobayashi dragged his tired body home. Halfway through, she looked around to see if anyone was there, then gently pulled a cork out of her pocket and threw it into the snow in the roadside gutter.

There was a small pinhole in the cork she threw away, but there was no pinhole in the cork that the Kwantung Army intelligence technicians had collected.