There was no one in the house. When Frankimir cautiously descended the stairs and returned to the living room, Leo the Short had already turned on the electric light in the living room, and the whole room lit up at once, stinging the eyes of the three people who had adapted to the darkness.

Franky Mill didn't want Leo to do this, and this kind of reckless behavior is very likely to attract attention to them, which will lead to unnecessary complications.

But Leo had already done it, and it was useless to say anything. They are now in a group, and the important thing is to stick together.

There was already a crack in their friendship, so Frank Mill, not wanting to take the initiative to create a discordant factor, just frowned, but did not make any evaluation of Leo's behavior.

"How's it going, did you find anything?" Leo asked, staring intently at Frankimir.

"No, nothing, I didn't see anyone, it's an empty house." Frank Mire's expression looked a little depressed.

Under the bright light, Frankimir began to take a closer look at the living room in front of him. It was a very splendid room, full of luxury, and the interior was like the Tsar's palace.

Frankmir's home is already a mansion, but it is not worth mentioning compared to this place. It seems that the comptroller named Chubal is really a guy with a lot of money. Even though the KGB's income is very high, it is absolutely impossible to support such a family. Everything here already shows that Chubal is a guy with a lot of money.

"I said he wasn't home." The proprietress said and found a sofa to sit down.

"There's nothing wrong with that, we can check this ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Frankimir suddenly had a feeling of unease, he felt that there seemed to be other life moving in this room except for the three of them, but he had just roughly examined every room, but he had not seen anyone, could it be that he had neglected it.

At this time, Frankimir noticed that from the gap in the curtain, a fly suddenly flew out, and it was really an extra-large fly. The fly struggled desperately under the fluorescent lamp, not knowing whether it made it painful or happy, Frankimir did not know the habits of flies, but he knew that in such cold weather, there should be flies alive again.

It is impossible for flies to survive in such low temperatures for too long unless they are heated, and if no one has been here for a long time, then because there is no heating, the flies that remain in the house will freeze to death in a few days, but what Frankimir sees now is a live fly, does this mean that not long ago, there were people living here. Because the people who live here keep the temperature in the house high, the flies can survive here.

Franky Mire was thinking about the fly when he suddenly heard Leo say, "What to do?" So what's next? What do we do now? ”

"There's no one here, but I always think it's weird." Frankimir said as he looked at his surroundings carefully, and he couldn't tell why, but subconsciously he always felt that something was not quite right.

"This place is really weird, I didn't expect you to feel this way, I used to think that only I would think this place was weird, so every time I came to Chubal, I would feel uncomfortable." The proprietress swore that she kept fiddling with her shoulders to make herself comfortable, and it seemed that the handcuffs made her very uncomfortable.

"It's rare for us to see the same, this side is really weird, it looks so magnificent, but it always gives people an eerie feeling, is it because there is no heating here? Even if there is no heating, there is no cold outside in the house, so it shouldn't feel that way. Frankimir said to himself.

"Why don't I feel anything?" Leo looked at Frankimir and the proprietress curiously, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

"Well, little one, you are here to watch our dear proprietress take care of, and if he cooperates, he can help her untie the handcuffs, depending on her attitude, of course. I'm going to check it out here and see if I can find something, maybe we're not wrong, I have a hunch that I'll find something. ”

"No problem, I'll leave it to me, can I get something to eat? I've drunk so much that I'm dying of hunger now. What are you going to do to turn this place upside down? Leo asked, shaking his short arms.

"Whatever you want, but you'd better be careful, I think there may not be the food you want here, I'll go to the study card over there, I'll leave it to you, I hope you won't have a problem." Frankimir said, and walked towards the study in the room.

Compared to the other large rooms in the villa, this study is very small, perhaps because the bookcase is too large, the tall wooden bookcase takes up more than a third of the study, and there is also a beautiful copper wine cabinet, which also takes up a lot of space in the study.

The wine cabinet is filled with a variety of Scotch whiskeys, as well as American bourbons, but there is not a single vodka in sight. In more eyes, the so-called US-Soviet hegemony is nothing more than a whisky and vodka showdown, so only the stubborn Yankees and the British will like these, full of strong capitalist smell, amber liquid.

In addition to the conspicuous huge cabinet, there is also a polished brass desk with three layers of tops, which is a desk with three tabletops, and each of them can be rotated back and forth three hundred and sixty times. Obviously, such a desk is far more ornamental than practical.

The most conspicuous object on the desk is a gilded bronze globe, the terrain is undulating and turbulent, and the appearance is very exquisite, but the problem is that only the British Empire, dyed dark red, 33 million square kilometers of land, shows the former glory of the empire on which the sun never sets, which is really vast, but how can it be compared with the great Soviets.

In addition, there are many other problems with this globe, Austria in Europe has not yet had time to disintegrate, the United States has been divided into two countries, and of course the Soviet Union has remained in the state of the Tsarist period, and the whole globe seems to live in a state of reactionary rule.

Frankimir looked at the table for most of the day before deciding to go to the bookcase. The bookcase was full of biochemistry books, so there were more medical books on Larisa than in Frank Mill's house.

It seems that this Gulag comptroller named Chubal is an out-and-out biochemist, if he had not studied physiology and chemical engineering in the past. If this is the case, this alone is enough to conclude that Chubal is not a good person, at least for the current Soviets, a biochemical scum like him can only be a naked threat.

Except for a large number of biochemical professional books and textbooks that follow the textbook, there don't seem to be any other books in such a large bookcase. Apparently the owner of this house is only interested in these disgusting things. The books in the bookcase, apart from giving Frankimir a glimpse of Chubal, didn't seem to be able to make him find any useful clues.

Frankimir walked to the desk and sat down with some frustration, this heavy leather chair, it was really comfortable to sit on, although it was made of leather, but it felt like a velvet sofa to sit on.

This chair is not small, and if it is an adult woman with a small head, it may be difficult to move this chair even if she exhausts all her strength.

On either side of the bronze desk, there are two sets of triple drawers, which Frankimir casually opens one by one, and the drawers are littered with documents.

Frank Mill, bring all this mess of information to the table, intending to see if there is anything interesting in the truth.

Most of these documents and information are written in the form of reports, with a variety of contents and even more disorganized titles, but almost all of these dazzling reports mention an unfamiliar word "stem cell cloning", and all of them also appear in the same English word "zombie". In the Soviets, he was a KGB worker, but how to explain that they were not using Russian, but Yankee English, or such a terrible word? (To be continued.) )