Saint petersburg.

It is the capital of the Leningrad region, an ancient city that has undergone several generations of cultural changes, palaces, churches, colleges, museums, theaters, ...... Walking among the ancient buildings, you can feel the unique traces of the Soviets.

Lin Zhou and Fujiwara Sakurako walked in front of the Tsar's Chair in the East Palace, and saw "The Virgin Benoit" and "The God of Flowers", and saw the portraits of General Kutuzov and his generals who resisted Napoleon.

General Kutuzov's glory apparently did not belong to him alone, and in his portrait he was accompanied by an extraordinarily majestic bear.

In the literary café on Nevsky Prospect, Pushkin's wax figure and Miss Goethe, sitting across from him, holding the playing cards of spades, are lifelike and vivid.

Sit down at a small table here, sip a sip of vodka and listen to the melodious tunes of Moscow Night on the gramophone, this is an intoxicating city.

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"Seriously, this thing doesn't taste weird."

Lin Zhou chewed the beaver meat in his mouth, this unaccustomed fishy and pungent taste was really difficult to swallow, and he quickly drank a large mouthful of sour cream beetroot soup before he could barely swallow it.

Looking at the roasted venison and bear meat stew on the table, Lin Zhou really couldn't lift the knife and fork.

"You didn't say you wanted to try it at the game restaurant."

Fujiwara Sakurako sat next to him and gave him a blank look, inserted a small piece of venison with a fork, stuck the special lingonberry jam here, and stuffed it into Lin Zhou's mouth.

"It feels a little better......

Lin Zhou had to say that he originally wanted to try it, after all, he couldn't eat this kind of thing in China, but he didn't expect these wild games to be so "wild and untamable".

It is worthy of Lao Maozi's cooking style, and it really retains the "original flavor" of the wild.

"You should really come with me to the Vodka Museum and try the lard-wrapped vodka there, and you'll see that these are nothing."

Fujiwara Sakurako shrugged her shoulders, she had been in St. Petersburg for more than half a year, but she was not as uncomfortable as Lin Zhou, who had just arrived.

The little fox sitting next to him kept sniffing the sturgeon black caviar and the Napoleon cake characteristic of the literary café with his nose, and took a small bite with a fork and spoon, and the tail under the table wagged happily.

Lin Zhou looked at it and smiled, this little guy also knows which one is delicious and which one is expensive.

He asked the waiter to order three more glasses of vodka, and when he came up, the cups were hung with hoarfrost, and he and Fujiwara Sakurako each had one each, and gave the little one a glass.

The sound of the gramophone echoed in this small café where "The Death of a Poet" was left, as if sitting with Lermontov, Shepchenko, Glinka and participating in a meeting of a literary club.

"Zhou this cup of literature!"

Lin Zhou enjoyed this kind of moment very much, if he had the opportunity, he would really want to release the elves together, but the occasion was not allowed, so he could only pull the little fox to enjoy it with him.

The vodka felt hot from the throat, and the little fox didn't know what Lin Zhou had drunk for himself.

After a glass of vodka, my eyes widened, the hairs on my body stood up, and my ears crackled and burst into flames.

Lin Zhou looked at it and laughed, under the influence of alcohol, his face was also slightly red with capillary congestion, slightly drunk and warm.

……

The two of them were elves, who had eaten at the Literary Cafe, and as soon as they came out, the cold wind of the summer night in St. Petersburg blew, and the alcohol of vodka exuded warmth in their bodies.

They went to take a boat on the Neva River, on the banks of which was the Peter Fortress, and the June Boat Song was played on the bow of the ship.

The little fox curiously leaned on the railing next to the boat, looking at the exotic scenery by the river.

In the inland river, from time to time, there are Ubo, mosquito frogs, horned goldfish emerging from the water, long-winged gulls flying in the sky, and a pair of Mary Lou are playing on the pleasure boat.

The cool breeze of the summer night was blowing, and although it was already half past eleven o'clock in the evening, the sky in St. Petersburg was still as bright as day.

The high latitudes bring the white night phenomenon here, and this season, the sky may not be dark until one or two o'clock in the morning, and after a while, it will be bright again.

The extreme black and white nights, just like the rich humanistic atmosphere here, are also the romance of the city of St. Petersburg.

"Aren't you going to talk about this mission?"

Jingli sat on the seat of the pleasure boat, with the ups and downs of the waves of the Neva River, and the wind on the river was not at all like summer.

Although it is not like Fujiwara Sakurako, who has been prepared for a long time, she is tightly wrapped, and her hands are already transformed into a warm baby that will heat up, and it sticks to his body, and he doesn't feel cold at all.

"There's nothing to say about this mission, we just have fun."

Fujiwara Sakurako didn't seem to care much about the so-called task of catching Ms. Bond, which made Lin Zhou look at her with a puzzled expression.

"Do you know why you're looking for twenty-three groups of people for this mission?"

Lin Zhou shook his head, and Fujiwara Sakurako continued:

"Because they had already arranged their evacuation routes and blindfolds, we traced Ms. Bond as she fled, and found a total of 23 routes to different locations around the world......"

"So you urgently summoned twenty-three groups of people to chase after each other?"

Lin Zhou was a little speechless, it was really simple and rude enough.

Sakurako Fujiwara shook her head.

"Time waits for no one, they don't have time to investigate one by one, they probably think that if they don't chase it like this, they will soon lose the trace of Ms. Bond."

"Then we're still here, so leisurely playing, is this okay......"

"There's nothing wrong with it, Ms. Bond won't be here anyway, we're just on a business trip to get soy sauce, and you can travel at public expense." Fujiwara Sakurako said unconcernedly.

"How do you know ......"

"I have worked with Ms. Bond before, and I know very well that he has anti-tracking skills, and with her style and ability, it must be that all of these twenty-three routes are fake."

"And you're wasting this manpower? All the alliance summoning orders are used? Lin Zhou didn't understand this immortal operation with a look on his face.

"To lure the snake out of the hole, you have to do enough tricks, how can you deceive people if you don't do it to this extent...... I can't tell you too much, anyway, you know that Ms. Bond isn't here, and the Root Orb isn't here, so you're just here for a vacation. ”

Lin Zhou didn't know what to say when he heard it, forget it, there was nothing wrong with vacationing, so he said to himself casually:

"Since it's not such an important matter, as for you to come here in person, the security department can just come to the police."

Fujiwara Sakurako glanced at him when she heard this, and said in her heart that a blonde beauty with a bulging back curved back will come on vacation with you? What about you? Do you want to go to heaven?

Of course, these words must have been prevaricated by the sentence "do enough drama".

The two chatted on the cruise ship while enjoying the beautiful white night of the Neva River and enjoying the vacation.

However, at this time, there is a cold air that no one notices, and it is slowly freezing at the bottom of the boat.

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