In later generations, Moscow was known as the pearl of the forest, and this city in the center of the Eastern European Plain was the most dazzling laurel crown of Russia, with its vast territory.

But in this era, Moscow has not yet recovered from the smoke of World War II.

In the autumn of 41, in order to resist the German invasion, the Soviet Union at that time organized more than a million women, three hundred thousand men, to build a defensive line on the perimeter of Moscow.

In order to achieve the effect of clearing the wilderness, not a single tree was left for the Germans in the entire hundreds of kilometers around Moscow.

During the six months of the Battle of Moscow, the Germans had a huge advantage, but the advantage could not be translated into results.

On the contrary, the winter of '41, the coldest in Russia in decades, was almost twenty degrees cooler than in the usual year.

In the winter of that year, the lowest temperature in Moscow reached minus forty degrees, and a large number of German soldiers without winter clothes froze to death.

There was no winner in this general battle, in which Germany invested 1.7 million and the Soviets 2 million, but the Soviets had the last laugh.

According to post-war statistics, 500,000 German soldiers were killed, but more than two-thirds froze to death.

They surrounded Moscow and were finally defeated by the cold weather.

After four years of restoration in post-war Moscow, there are no traces of gunsmoke in the city.

But in the wild, a large number of forests have been burned down, and after being cut down, the seedlings that are now replanted are still very sparse and small.

This pearl of the forest is still a pearl of the wilderness.

Without satellite positioning, Zhou Zhen was unsure of his detailed location.

However, judging from the stored satellite maps of the earth and the maps of this period, Zhou Zhen believes that he is now at the Lyuberzy marshalling station on the eastern outskirts of Moscow.

This is the marshalling yard for the two railway lines in the east of Moscow, where all the wagons do not enter the city, where they are regrouped, or transported to other regions, or these ingots are transported to factories in Moscow.

In the night, Zhou Zhen packed his luggage and stuffed it into the space.

When the train merged with the other carriages, it jumped off and soon landed at the junction of another train.

The marshalling yard was not very large, with only ten railroad tracks, warehouses on both sides, and quite a few porters moving goods.

Zhou Zhen observed for a while, a wrench worker was checking the train wheels, and Zhou Zhen grabbed the carriage with one hand and hung it on the other side, avoiding him.

It was getting late, and Zhou Zhen couldn't even tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, so he carefully observed the situation around him.

Then, while another train entered the station, he jumped out of the fence of a house to cut him off from the porters.

Zhou Zhen landed outside the wall, adjusted to the darkness here, and then spotted a big road and walked out.

His cotton coat and winter hat have not been lost, and he is dressed like most Soviets.

Although such a dress looks a bit outdated in Moscow, like a low-class person, it will not attract attention.

Not far away, Zhou Zhen was still planning to get a car somewhere, and then went to the address given by Aert, and then found that there was a checkpoint on the main road here.

Not only pedestrians are checked, but even cars are stopped.

Zhou Zhen frowned and began to search for historical information.

In this search, Zhou Zhen found that it was a little difficult to do.

Before the summer of '46, Moscow was still under military control, and everyone who went out, as long as it was far from home, needed a letter of introduction.

Even when you take the bus, you will always encounter someone checking the letter of introduction.

Therefore, during this period, Moscow had almost no soil for spies to survive, and countries such as the United States had to rely on information officers on the surface to collect information.

Zhou Zhen wanted to enter the city from here, and he didn't want to attract attention, so he could only avoid the checkpoint and rely on two legs to walk through the streets and alleys.

An hour later, in a library that had just closed, Zhou Zhen walked out of the shadows.

It was now half past nine in the evening, the library had just closed, and with the help of the street lights outside the building, Zhou Zhen quickly came to the map area.

Several maps of Moscow and the overall map were accurately scanned by Zhou Zhen into the biological computer.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, but these have little impact on Zhou Zhen.

Sitting in a window seat, Zhou Zhen ate dinner while familiarizing himself with the roads of Moscow.

According to the train time of Louise and the others, they should have arrived in the city this afternoon.

Between the attraction of the soft fragrance of warm jade and the sleeplessness of the lonely pillow, Zhou Zhen only hesitated for a short moment before deciding to go to them.

But before I go to them, I have to prepare a little bit of stuff for myself.

There is still one last batch of information that I promised, and it's time to write it out.

After eating and drinking, Zhou Zhen took out a pen from the space, then took down a book and wrote on it.

Half an hour later, he carefully cleaned up the traces of his stay, observed the outside environment, and then opened the window and jumped down.

On the streets, Zhou Zhen moves quickly in the shadows like a ghost, and with each movement, he observes his surroundings to make sure that no one notices.

As for the few pedestrians on the streets, there is no need to avoid them.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and after avoiding the strict scrutiny near Red Square, he arrived at an international hotel not far from Red Square.

The foreign-related hotels around Red Square are now the only areas of Moscow that are open to foreigners, and only here are foreigners not subject to interrogation.

If you want to go to other areas, you must have a government-issued permit.

This hotel is not luxurious, it is a place for ordinary foreigners to enter and exit. Two L-shaped five-storey buildings turn the area into a semi-enclosed area.

Zhou Zhen suspected that this was a place for foreign spies to exchange information, and if that were the case, it would be under close surveillance by the Soviet government.

After observing outside for a long time, he didn't know which room Louise and the others lived in, and he couldn't ask.

In the end, I had to use stupid methods to climb to the top of the building and observe the situation in the opposite room.

Instead of finding Louise and the others, he saw Elt.

When he came out of the café with two middle-aged men, he was discovered by Zhou Zhen.

Zhou Zhen's eyes kept chasing him, and the three people became two people, and he finally came to a door on the fourth floor of the building on the northeast side.

Zhou Zhen waited for more than ten minutes, but his companion still didn't leave, Zhou Zhen was too lazy to get cold outside, and a run-up flew over seven or eight meters and landed on the roof of the opposite building.

His upstairs room was unoccupied, Zhou Zhen jumped from the roof, borrowed strength from the fifth-floor windowsill, and fell to the fourth-floor windowsill.

Then, he knocked on the window. "Ayrte. Good evening. ”

The two men in the room stood up alertly, the middle-aged man turned off the lights in the room, and Al walked briskly to the window. "Kivens, you're in Moscow so soon."

The window opened, Zhou Zhen flashed into the room, and Ayrt closed the curtains all of a sudden.

It's still 46 years old, and tubes haven't been used yet, and there are no electronic bugs.

Therefore, whether it is espionage or counter-espionage, it is lackluster.

As long as you pay a little attention, there will be basically no leaks.

Zhou Zhen stood in the room, although he had been tossing outside for a long time, Zhou Zhen was still dressed freshly and refreshingly.

After taking off the cotton coat, the leather coat inside made him look like a playboy.

Both of them were particularly surprised that Zhou Zhen came in from the windowsill, and Ayrt carefully wiped the windowsill with a towel before shouting, "Terry, turn on the lights." ”

Terry Bielt didn't look like a special profession, he wasn't tall, he was fat, like a butcher.

Seeing Zhou Zhen, who had already taken off his cotton coat, he smiled and stretched out his hand. "Hello, Kivens, long admired the Daimyo."

"Territner, a finance officer. ”

Zhou Zhen shook his hand and said with a smile: "I like this profession, the funds passed through my hands will make people feel a sense of satisfaction." ”

Terry laughs and says, "If the money doesn't belong to you, it's going to be a torment." ”

All three laughed, and Alt asked them to sit down, while Terry sat under the light cord in the doorway while observing the hallway.

Alt belongs to the tandem group, and he sits on the bed, in the middle of the two men.

And Zhou Zhen sat in the corner of the room, next to the window with the curtains closed.

Zhou Zhen sensed it, there was no one in one room, and there were three people in the other room, it should be Louise and them.

Although the three of them sat at a distance, they did not speak loudly.

"I didn't expect that you came so fast, the freight train should be a little slower than the passenger train."

"Fast?" Zhou Zhen deliberately said with a little arrogance: "I also went to Chelyabinsk on the way, which didn't delay me too much. ”

"You went to Chelyabinsk?" Ayrt was surprised and said, "Then you can't have arrived in Moscow today." ”

Zhou Zhen smiled and said: "Igumnov, the head of fission research at the Nuclear Research Institute, I can provide this name for free." ”

Alter didn't react and looked at Terry.

The smile on Terry's face was a little stiff, and he nodded at Ayrt and said, "I'm sure he's been to Chelyabinsk." Igumnov is one of the things we are focusing on right now. ”

Zhou Zhen smiled gently. "Now that Mr. Turner knows more, our conversation will go on nicely."

Surprised Ayrt asked, "How did you do that?" ”

Zhou Zhen smiled and said, "Just like I can easily come in through the windowsill on the fourth floor, I have a little ability to save my life." ”

Terry was silent for a moment and asked, "How much information did you get?" ”

"Personnel arrangement, task arrangement, task progress, material transfer, etc., I have obtained a lot of information, but it depends on how much you are willing to pay."

Terry was silent for a moment and said, "It's too late today, I'll come back tomorrow, and then we'll have more time to talk in detail." ”

"Of course, I have plenty of time."

Zhou Zhen believes that by tomorrow, the people who come to talk to him will be more professional.

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