The body of "Yuri" lay quietly on the boat, and Dasha had already left early. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Looking at the air raid fire in the sky, I took another look at Yuri's body. It lay there, lifeless. An inexplicable force made me want to look into Yuri's eyes.

No, it's a conspiracy. This is...... This is perhaps what Yuri wants me to do...... There is still a waking part of my brain that reminds me. But curiosity drove me over......

The moment I lifted his eyelids, my consciousness was blurred. Endless darkness enveloped me, suffocating.

When I opened my eyes again, there was only a heavy snowfall. A row of neat and dilapidated farmhouses appeared before my eyes in the heavy snow, along with the statue of Lenin and the Soviet flag that were ubiquitous in the Soviet Union. There is not a trace of life in the square. There was a dead deer lying on the side of the road, and I bent down to try to pick it up, but my hands ran through it. I went to help the tree by the roadside, and my hand went through the tree! I immediately understood that this was Yuri's memory, the memory of this dead Yuri's body remaining in his brain!

Maybe that's what Yuri wanted me to see. Just thinking about it, a screeching sound sounded in my ears, and I recognized it as the electric bell of the Soviet factory after work and school in the 20s. Oh my God, what a distant time!

An unknown force pushed me forward. Walking through the square, past the rows of neat and narrow bungalows that can only be found in the exhibition hall of the achievements of Soviet economic construction, into the rows of alleys with horns and corners, and finally into a particularly inconspicuous bungalow.

In the room I saw a child and a mother who had been through a lot of vicissitudes. There was also a man in a white lab coat. I've seen that man, and he's Albert Einstein...... Wait, he's Einstein?!

No way. The year on the calendar should be 1925, Einstein was still in Germany, how could he have appeared here with gray hair, this ...... This small town in Soviet Siberia! He looked around the humble hut with disdain and sat on a chair that was still in good condition, and his bloated body made the chair scream in pain. "How's it going, have you decided?" Albert Einstein asked smugly. The woman was now sitting on the ground with her head in pain, speechless. Einstein said softly: "I have already made the reason clear to you, and what to do is your business." Do you want your Davinov to contribute to the country? ”

After a long thought, the boy walked up to Einstein and said, "Comrade scientist, I'll go with you!"

The picture has changed. It was pitch black all around. Albert Einstein was standing in a badly illit basement next to a senior general in a gray military uniform, wiping his sweat. I knew him, he was Field Marshal von Brest of the Allies during the Second World Revolutionary War. So here it is......

"Our situation is getting worse and worse. The new generation of inhabitants was content with the rule of the communists, and there were serious problems with the supply of troops, and in Mexico we lost nearly one more brigade. Von Brest continued to wipe his sweat, "There is not enough electricity to turn on the air conditioner." If we continue to fight like this, we here, the last pure land of the free world, will also fall into the hands of the coalition forces. ”

"The good news is that we still have a turnaround." Albert Einstein laughed and said, "The secret weapon can be activated." ”

"By now, it's too late for any secret weapon." Von Brest said disdainfully.

"No, no, no, my marshal," said Einstein with a mysterious smile, "time will tell." ”

And then there's a familiar balcony. There was a very familiar bleeding corpse lying on the ground, and Yuri, who looked dozens of years younger at the moment, walked by here on purpose or unintentionally, with an indifferent expression.

"Time will tell. Soon, this will be my stage. He looked out the window at the sunset and muttered to himself. Yuri was very handsome when he was young, and he didn't look like the bald uncle he is now.

Soon the lens changed. The young Prime Minister Lomanov and Yuri, who had already experienced a little vicissitudes, sat at a table at a ball and raised a glass and drank. I know, this is the scene where Lomanov and Yuri met for the first time. It was also this time that Prime Minister Lomanov met Darsha's mother, Jena. She was sitting on the couch where Lomanov was sitting, smiling at Lomanov's new friend. She was also beautiful when she was young, and she was exactly like Darsha. "I'm curious, Mr. Yuri, why did you choose to join our Resistance with a pampered and prosperous life?" Lomanov asked with a smile on his face.

Yuri replied softly: "Even if Jehovah grants me a ticket to the highest heaven, I will give up everything without regret for the ideals of Comrade Stalin!"

And Yuri's experiments over and over again in his basement, where his assistants are just as bald as he is. In order not to hinder the effect of mind control, early mind controllers would shave their hair. When Yuri, who was standing in front of the beaker, asked "Calculate how many ×37 is equal to" and received "222", all that remained in the lab was the excited cheers and screams of the staff.

There's more to come, but I haven't had a chance to see it yet. A bomb was dropped next to the wrecked ship, igniting the ship's fuel tank. I stumbled down on the deck, gasped for air, and then jumped headlong into the river. The moment I jumped into the water, the boat behind me was shattered by the explosion.