Modern Inn, 3rd floor.

Qin Beiyang and Wolfna carried him back to the room. The Russian man like a polar bear began to vomit, but Qin Beiyang couldn't avoid it, and his clothes and pants were all dirty.

"This bastard." Wolfna slapped him, the colonel was still drunk and dreaming, she said to Qin Beiyang apologetically, "I'm sorry, Russian men often do this, I'll help you clean up your clothes." ”

Qin Beiyang was just about to stop him, but his clothes and pants had been stripped off by the little widow, and his face was red with shame. Wolfna changed him into a pullover shirt and breeches. Fortunately, he is tall and can wear it, and this time he has really become an old man. Russian women have a bold personality, and there is no saying that men and women are not kissed, in fact, there is no other intention, but some Chinese are psychologically obscene and want to be crooked.

There were many women's belongings in the room, but he always felt that there was one person missing: "Madame, where is your child?" Wolf said he missed you mother and son very much. ”

"Knot Stantin ......," she said in silence for a few seconds, covering her mouth and choking up, "my dearest darling...... He's dead! ”

The big tears slipped from the corners of the beauty's eyes, and Qin Beiyang almost slapped himself: "I'm sorry!" What an idiot I'm in. ”

"More than a year ago, I took five-year-old Knot Stantin and fled to Siberia to look for my husband, only to pass by Wolff. I waited in Omsk for a whole year, and even went to Admiral Kolchak for help. But I was not waiting for my husband, but for the Bolsheviks. It was the coldest winter in Russia, and countless people froze to death on the road. When I crossed the frozen Baikal, my son had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius at night at minus 40 degrees. I took off my coat, wrapped the poor child, and called his name over and over again - Konstantin...... Konstantin ......"

Wolfna shuddered and sobbed, buried her head on Qin Beiyang's shoulder, her blonde hair messed around her neck, and he couldn't dodge: "You don't have to say any more." ”

"Konstantin died in my arms, and I watched as he was not breathing, and his body quickly became cold and stiff. I wanted to cry, but as soon as the tears fell, they froze. I decided to carry him all the way to the other side of Lake Baikal or to hell together. The admiral forcibly sent me a horse and left my Konstantin on Lake Baikal. That night, there were countless frozen corpses on the ice. Now, Lake Baikal has not yet thawed, my Cunstantin, he is still frozen on the ice, like an ice sculpture, waiting for the Siberian spring, when the ice melts, and he will sink into the deepest lake on earth......"

Entering the tragic memory mode, Wolfna is unable to control herself, and the mother who has lost her young son is like a walking corpse.

Qin Beiyang remembered the Bohai Tomb a few days ago, the tomb beast of Haidong Qingzhen of the eagle-headed goddess, and the soul of the owner of the tomb who lost his young son. He stroked Wolfna's curly blonde hair and poured her a cup of hot water. He was afraid that if Ivanov woke up, would there be a misunderstanding? But the drunkard was already snoring.

Wolfna stared into Qin Beiyang's eyes. He remembered the last words of Wolfe at the Paris Versailles airport as he died: "If you see my wife, please speak for me - Katya, I love you!" ”

Looking at the Baltic Blues rippling in her eyes, Qin Beiyang couldn't say that sentence after all.

"Madame, let's talk about something else." He walked away in a hot manner, looking at the central street outside the window, "Just now the colonel said that he was going to explore Mongolia, did he drink too much and talk nonsense?" Many Chinese are also like this, and the fragments do not remember. ”

"No, he's drunk and spit the truth. Everything is ready for the team, only one of you is missing, and it will leave on time in three days. ”

"Are you going with you?"

"Yes, my husband is dead, my children are dead, the people I love are dead, everything in the past is dead, and I have nothing to worry about!"

Wolfna wiped away her tears, her eyes returned to indifference, and she lit a cigarette.

"Madam, I still regard you as Wolfe's widow, do you have no other choice?"

"I'm fed up with the hard life of not having a man, a woman like me, if she doesn't follow Ivanov, she can only sell her body in Harbin to survive, what a baroness, worthless!"

"Why go to Mongolia? The ancient tombs in Chinese mainland are many times more than I don't know. I think in the Mongolian steppe, the chances of finding the tomb beast are slim. ”

"I don't know."

Judging from her blue eyes that were spinning in a trance, Qin Beiyang thought she was lying: "Madam, can I ask your full name?" ”

"Katerina Andreevna Wolfna." She still had tears on her face and dusted off her cigarette, "You can call me Katya too." ”

According to the Russian law of names, the first is the real name, the second is the patronymic, which represents Andrei's daughter, and the third is the husband's surname that the woman follows after marriage.

Katerina Andreevna Wolfna?

He chewed on the name in his heart, and a light flashed in his mind - three months ago, in the ice and snow on the shore of Lake Baikal, the last words of a man in a white navy uniform before he died-

"Przevalsky...... Katerina...... Andreyevna ...... Wolfna......"

Qin Beiyang firmly remembered in his heart, the name of the first man, and the names of the three women in the back.

Pzhevalsky doesn't know who it is? But the last three names, no doubt, are the full name of Wolfna in front of you.

She had just said that on that miserable cold night, on the frozen Baikal, Kolchak was there for her and the child.

So, Wolfna must have had some kind of relationship with Kolchak, or even some secret?

Like the five hundred tons of gold reserves of the Russian Empire? It is said that the Czechoslovak Legion, coveted this huge sum of money, betrayed the admiral. And this secret was taken to hell by him, never to be found again.

When a person is dying, he is delirious, like talking in a dream, and may spit out the secrets that he misses the most.

Qin Beiyang glanced at Katerina Andreevna Wolfna again, and goosebumps broke all over his body......

A map of Asia automatically floats in my mind, and countless grids of warp and weft threads are interspersed and knitted, like a sweater with needle and thread, and a road map is hidden in it: the three eastern provinces - Mongolia - Lake Baikal - Siberia......

Five hundred tons of gold, the entire wealth of the Russian Empire, was about to come out.

Qin Beiyang looked at Ivanov, who was sleeping soundly: "Please tell the colonel, I promise him to go on an expedition to Mongolia with you." ”

Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, he realized that the nine colors were gone.

Slap yourself, how can you patronize chatting with the beautiful little widow and forget about the small town tomb beast?

Qin Beiyang searched all over the Modern Hotel and rushed to the central street where no one was in the middle of the night. He didn't put on his coat, and the cold wind blew in and immediately froze his nose.

Nine colors? Where are you?

The spring night in Harbin is like the cold winter in Shanghai. Qin Beiyang ran around the streets and rushed to the Songhua River. He hoped that the Hetian warm blood jade pendant on his chest would be warm and help him find the direction of the town's tomb beast, but tossing all night to no avail.

On the eve of dawn, he returned to the door of the Modern Hotel in despair, and sat on the steps of the central avenue panting for breath, like a homeless man on the verge of freezing to death.

Suddenly, something hot licked his cheek. Qin Beiyang jumped up, and was about to pull out the Tang knife behind his back before he saw a pair of glass-colored eyeballs.

Nine colors are back.

But the smell of the whole body makes people unapproachable and even disgusting. The limbs of this small town tomb beast are stained with black stains with a heavy metal sheen. He grabbed his nine-colored mane and asked, "Hey! Where have you been? Are you greedy for dirty things again? ”

It is like a cat or dog that has done something wrong, obediently waiting for the reprimand of its owner. Since his resurrection in the Poison Forest in Paris, Nine Colors has developed a habit of eating toxic chemicals, like a smoker. Harbin doesn't have much of a heavy chemical industry, and there's only one place it can go to – power plants.

Qin Beiyang remembered that in the early hours of the morning, the street lights went out one by one, and he thought that the municipal authorities wanted to save electricity, but he didn't expect that Jiuse attacked the power station and devoured the toxic waste of the power station like gluttony, causing a short power outage in the whole city.

He hurriedly dragged Nine Colors back to the hotel. There was a large bathtub in the guest room, and he knew that the nine colors and five elements belonged to fire and water, so he forcibly drove it into the bathtub and rinsed it with water. He knows that poisonous substances are not good for the body, anyway, this life is also given by nine colors, and there is a tumor in his lungs, so it is better to fight poison with poison.

After dawn, he ordered the nine colors to stay in the guest room and not move. Qin Beiyang went out alone and came to the post office in Harbin. He wrote a letter to Anna, telling her that he was still alive, that she should not worry, and that now he had an important matter to deal with, to stop the White Russians from digging up ancient Chinese tombs. A few months, half a year, he will definitely come to her. The address is still the Department of History of National Peking University, affixed a stamp, kissed lightly, and put it into the mailbox......

If Anna were still alive.