The captain couldn't help but be furious and shouted, "Shoot!" ”

Immediately Pavlov's ears rang with the sound of "bang, bang" gunshots, and bullets flew over his head "whoosh, whoosh". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The captain hurriedly jumped into another small boat with two of his men, and chased forward desperately.

Seeing this, Pavlov paddled harder. In the darkness of the night, two small boats start a crazy race on the silver lake.

Pavlov rowed his boat and sped along the right bank of the lake, where he intended to abandon the boat and escape.

"As soon as he comes ashore, we can't do anything, let's catch up with him and overthrow his ship."

When the two policemen heard the captain say this, they rowed the boat desperately.

After a while, the two ships got closer and closer.

"Quick, catch up, catch up!"

The captain urged desperately, and the oars flipped rapidly, causing a lot of splashes on the surface of the lake.

Somehow, Pavlov's boat suddenly stopped moving, floating haphazardly on the surface of the lake.

"Okay, the guy stopped."

With that, the captain ordered two of his men to rush up in the boat, and slammed into Pavlov's boat.

The boat shook violently, and Pavlov, who was sitting with his head bowed in the boat, almost fell off the boat.

The captain drew his pistol and shouted, "Don't move, put your hands up!" ”

But Pavlov didn't even move. The captain cautiously approached Pavlov's boat, raised a flashlight, and was taken aback.

It turned out that Pavlov had long since disappeared, and sitting on the boat with his head bowed was a stolen statue of the goddess, with a hat on his head and Pavlov's coat, and in the dark, it looked like an old man. And Pavlov had already dived and fled.

Thinking of being played around by the other party, the captain was so angry that he trembled.

Pavlov has been very good at water since he was a child and is a master swimmer.

He had just gone into the water in the dark, swam far away in one go, and was still in the water, until the policeman's boat had left, and he quietly surfaced.

By this time, it was already pitch black on the lake. The stars in the sky were dim, like a thick curtain covering the entire lakeside. A little farther away, I couldn't see anything.

Only then did Pavlov quietly swim to the lake and climb ashore. On the highway, the groom and two boatmen were still waiting for him, and the carriage was filled with stolen art.

The carriage galloped through the night and finally came to a halt on an obscure street outside London, north of a forest park.

There is a secret warehouse here. After everything had been moved in, Pavlov changed into a clean suit, parted ways with his men, jumped into a carriage, and headed straight for London.

When the carriage entered London, it drove from the square on Fleet Street to Egyptian Street, and returned to a secret residence where he had housed.

It was a house he had rented under a pseudonym, and no one knew about it except Boris.

"It's safe now, but the two little ones are so pitiful. If they don't save them, they will be put to death for murder. ”

He sat on the couch and muttered to himself. At the same time, inadvertently reached into his pocket and took out the small thing that Boris had given him before his arrest.

He had just changed his wet clothes and put them back in the pockets of his new clothes. But if you hadn't touched your pocket, you'd have forgotten about this little thing.

"What the hell is this?"

He took it out and looked at it, and immediately jumped up in shock.

In the palm of his hand was a large heart-shaped blue diamond.

No wonder Gennady and Boris insisted on going back and fighting.

Pavlov admired the diamond for a moment before carefully placing it in the pocket of his undershirt.

In case the stolen things can't be turned into cash and can't be taken out of the UK, with this blue diamond, he doesn't have to stay in the UK worthless.

Probably a little tired, after putting away the blue diamond, Pavlov lay down in the chair and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed that he had returned to Russia, sold the blue diamond for a large sum of money, bought a beautiful little estate, and lived with the woman he loved, of course, that woman was not Valenlia......

The next morning, waking up, Pavlov pushed open the window, breathed in the fresh air outside the window, feeling refreshed and exhausted.

At this time, he accidentally waved his hand, and suddenly found that the blue diamond in his arms was missing.

He was taken aback and immediately checked it, and the doors and windows were intact without any signs of damage.

But the diamond was miraculously missing. Who did this?

"Strange, what the hell is going on? First two of my men broke their heads and bleeds over it. Then, in my house, it was mysteriously stolen. It can be seen that there must be some secret to this little thing. ”

"But who stole it? No one knows about it except Boris, but there are apparently others who know about it now. The man sneaked in last night and stole the diamond. Who could he be? ”

"It can't be Boris, he's already in prison. Oh, my God! What's going on here? ”

Pavlov cupped his head in thought, still unsure why.

Pavlov stared intently at the wall and thought: "Boris and Gennady are bound to be tried, but there is still some time before they are sentenced." This place has been discovered, and I need to move out quickly. Otherwise, there will be trouble. ”

Thinking about the things that had been stolen and put in the warehouse, Pavlov was a little painful, and he was about to go to the warehouse to get some small items of value that were easy to take away, but he was surprised to find that a policeman appeared in his room!

What's going on? Where did he come from?

Pavlov could not see the face of this policeman clearly, he only saw the baton in the hand of the other man.

Pavlov pulled out his pistol and shot it at the policeman, but the policeman dodged and instead came to him and hit Pavlov in the right arm with a baton!

Pavlov heard the sound of bones shattering, and his right hand with the gun immediately stopped listening.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, sirens rang out of the window.

The house has been surrounded by police.

Pavlov stared at the policeman in front of him in horror, and this time he saw clearly, under the helmet was a typical Oriental face.

How could an Oriental be a cop in London?

Without waiting for Pavlov to think about it, the man sneered, flew up with a kick, and hit Pavlov in the chest, Pavlov's body flew up at once, slammed open the door, and fell into the yard.

Pavlov struggled to his feet, and was amazed to see a large group of policemen.

"Shoot! Shoot! The captain, whom he had been playing, shouted at once when he saw that he still had a gun in his hand.

A series of gunshots rang out, and bullet after bullet drilled into Pavlov's body, and in an instant Pavlov turned into a blood-spurting leaky pot and fell to the ground, not moving.

Seeing that the police surrounded him, the police in the house smiled slightly, looked at the blue diamond in the palm of his left hand, and left quietly.

Oliver Park, London.

Valelia opened her eyes, panicked. She couldn't remember anything: her name, her age, or her physical characteristics. All she could see was that she was wearing a black skirt and a gray blouse. She didn't bring a handbag. The hands of the pocket watch point to a quarter past three. She felt her tongue crisp and her temples jumping. She looked at her hand and noticed that there were several bruises on her wrist.

She sat on a bench in a tree-lined square, and in the center of the square stood an ancient fountain, decorated with several cherubs and three parallel cement plates. In her eyes, it all seemed terrifying. From the other side of the bench where she sits, you can see several large signs: shops, clubs, cinemas, furniture stores, and so on.

Valeria saw a triangular lens on the side of her left foot and picked it up. When she saw her face in the mirror, she realized that she was doing it purely driven by pathological curiosity. It was as if she had seen the face for the first time in her life, and it didn't bring her any memories. She tried to gauge her age. "Am I twenty-six or twenty-seven?" She thought. Strangely enough, she could still remember the names of things (she knew it was a bench, it was a pillar, it was a fountain, and the one in the distance was a billboard), but she couldn't determine the space and time she was in. Again, she said aloud: Yes! I should be twenty-six or twenty-seven. But she did this nothing more than to prove that it was a correct Russian sentence. She asked herself, what other language do you speak? But she couldn't remember anything.

Still, she gets a sense of relief, serenity, and even innocent romance. Of course, she was surprised, but this surprise did not cause her any displeasure. She vaguely felt that this was better than anything else, and that she wished that the vile and terrible things would always be forgotten about them. The green of the leaves on her head took on two hues, and the sky was barely visible at all.

A flock of pigeons came up to her and soon left disappointed. In fact, she didn't have anything to feed them. People walked casually past the bench where she was sitting, and no one noticed her presence. Only a few young men looked at her attentively, and she was ready to talk to them for a while, even deeply, but the capricious spectators finally overcame their hesitation and went on their own way.

Just then, a man came from the crowd. It was a man in his forties, well-dressed, with shiny combed hair, a clip pinned to his tie, and a black briefcase in his hand.

Intuitively, she realized that he would come over and talk to her. She thought, "Did he recognize me?" She was afraid that the man would bring back her memories of the past. She indulged in this pleasant forgetfulness. But the man just came up to her and asked, "What's the matter, miss?" ”

She looked at him for a moment. The man's face gave her a sense of trust, in fact, everything that could give her.

"Just now, in the square, as soon as I opened my eyes, I couldn't remember anything, and I forgot everything in the past." She did not see the need for further explanations.

When she saw the man smiling at her, she realized she was smiling too. He held out his hand to her and introduced himself, "My name is Morgan, Osveld?" Morgan. ”

"I can't remember my name." Valelia replied and shook his hand.

"It's okay, you can't stay here forever, come with me, okay?"

Of course, she was willing. She stood up, looked at the pigeons that had gathered around her again, and thought, "I'm lucky!" ”

The man, Morgan, gently took her elbow and suggested to her where they should go. "This place is close to here," he said. For Valenlia, it didn't matter if she was closer or farther away, and she felt like a tourist.

Everything here was not new to her, however, she couldn't remember the specifics at all. Instinctively, she used her thin arm to grab the man's thick arm. The clothes he wore were soft, as if they were made of a fine fabric, and must have been fatally expensive. She craned her neck to look up (the man was tall) and smiled at him. He smiled at her too, this time with his teeth slightly bared. She could see that he had a gold tooth, and instead of asking him what the city was called, he took the initiative to tell her that they were now in London, the capital of the British Empire.

His words were like sinking into a well, and he did not get the slightest response. Now they are walking on a narrow road with bricks high and low on both sides, and the construction site can be seen everywhere. The carriage raced past the side of the road, splashing a lot of muddy water. She reached out and wiped the mud stains on her legs, and when she saw that she was not wearing socks, she suddenly remembered the word socks. She looked up and saw some empty old balconies, where a few clothes were drying and a man in pajamas was standing. She suddenly fell in love with the city.

"We're here." The man named Morgan said as he stood in front of the door. Valeria was the first to enter the door. In the escalator, the man pressed the button indicating the fifth floor. He didn't say a word, just stared at her, but she reciprocated him with a trusting look. When he took out the key and opened the door, she found that he had a wedding ring on his right hand and a ring set with rubies, and she couldn't remember what the word ruby was. There was no one else in the room. As soon as the door opened, a cell-like stench emanated from the room, and the Morgan man opened the window to sit her in one of the large chairs, and brought in wine glasses, ice cubes, and whiskey. She remembered the words glass and ice, but couldn't remember what whiskey was called. After the first sip of the wine, she coughed but felt comfortable. She surveyed the furniture, the walls, and the murals with her eyes, and she felt that although the overall arrangement was not coordinated, the layout was still very lively, so she did not object. She looked at him again, feeling calm and secure. "I hope I will never remember the past again." She thought. At this time, the man burst out laughing, which really startled her.

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