A girl! It turned out to be a girl!

In the dead of night, in the sleeping commune of the Mechanicals, there stood a little bird and a poor girl. Frank Mir's world was turned upside down, but he could see clearly that standing in front of him was a girl with big blinking eyes. The girl was no more than fourteen years old, and her soft blonde hair was covered with the frost of the bright moon, like a white veil on the bride's head, and she looked particularly beautiful against the background of the night snow.

She is illusory and ethereal, looming in the snowy night. Frank Mire couldn't believe his eyes, how could there be a little girl at this time, could it be a ghost, a female ghost who died unjustly, a female ghost who came to him to ask for his life.

There can be no such thing in the world, whether it is a ghost or a ghost, it is impossible to be there, only ignorant people will believe it, they must be dazzled. Frank Mire rubbed his eyes, and the girl in front of him still stood still. He didn't look dazzled, this is indeed an out-and-out girl.

"Little girl, let me go." Frankimir shouted softly, not daring to be too loud for fear of waking up the members of the commune. He hoped that this was really a little girl, and if it wasn't a little girl, then what could it be? He didn't dare to think any further, if that was the case, he would be in real trouble, and he would rather be burned alive by the Mechanics than fall into the hands of a lonely ghost.

"You might as well let me pour you a cup of coffee." The girl said with her hands crossed and her lips pouted, her voice sounding as crisp as a petrel, not like a lonely ghost wandering in the middle of the night.

"You must have misunderstood, I just happened to be passing by, and I was unnoticed by this thing." The girl's immature voice made Frank Mire relax a lot, and this voice had a natural affinity.

"Really? Just passing by? Do you walk on pine trees? Do you think you're a squirrel? Come on, there's no squirrel as big as you. ”

When Frankimir heard this, he was angry and couldn't wait to scold a few words. He is so handsome and burly that he is said to be a squirrel. But when I think of my current situation, I can't help but say a few soft words. He forced a smile and tried to look as kind as possible.

"Well, I surrender. Actually, I was a KGB secret policeman, and I was on a special mission, and my car ran out of gas when I passed by, so I had to come here to borrow a little. I'm executing a high-level top secret, and I can't let anyone know about it, so I can only do it quietly. You are a smart and beautiful child, and you should know that the work of an agent must be kept secret. "Frankie Mill tries to use the child's curiosity to get himself out of danger.

"Really! Wow! That's cool! What did you just say, you are a secret police, an agent of the KGB. That's amazing, I've never seen a real agent, but I've seen a lot of movies. Thrilling missions, cool gear, it's so handsome! ”

"Yes, I'm an agent. So you should help me, and you must not let anyone know my whereabouts, you must keep it secret, and let me go quickly. Frank Mire saw that the girl was busy with infinite longing, and knew that he was finally saved.

"That's amazing. It's not impossible to let you down, but you have to promise me one condition. The girl said with a tense face.

"Okay, no problem, don't say one, ten will do." Frankie Mill had a slightly puzzled look on his face.

"You must promise me that I will also become an agent to assist you in your mission. If you promise me, I'll let you down. The girl pursed her lips tightly and stared at Frank Miir.

Frank Mire smacked his lips and was stunned for a long time before he spoke again: "I promise you, no problem." But you know, the work of an agent is very dangerous. Now, can you put me down? ”

"Oh, I love the thrill of life, and I wanted to leave this hellish place early on, but my mother locked me in my room." The girl said energetically, pulling out a small golden dagger from inside her woolen coat.

She put a dagger on Frank Mire's ass, and immediately scared Frank Miir into a cold sweat. "Little girl, what are you going to do?"

"The rope is a bit high, I can't reach it, you wait a while, I'll go to the workshop to find a chair."

The girl quickly found a chair, climbed onto it, and cut the rope that bound Frankmir's feet. As soon as the rope was broken, Frankimir fell heavily on the snow. He got up from the snow one by one, slapped the ice and snow off his body, picked up the oil drum and turned to leave.

"Where are we going?" The girl asked.

"The place I'm going to is dangerous, it's getting late, you should go back to your room and go to sleep." Frankimir nodded.

"If you don't take me, I'll scream, and in less than three minutes, you'll be caught by the members." The girl said with her cute little head tilted.

"Oh, okay. I didn't say I wouldn't take you with me, I just wanted to ask you if there's a way to get out of here without letting people know. Franky Mire said in frustration.

"I have a way, you come with me." The girl said confidently.

Frankimir followed the girls, and they came under a white wall. At the corner of the fence there is a dog hole, which is convenient for the puppies raised in the commune to come and go freely.

The girl pointed to the dog cave and said, "This is it, I run out of here every time." ”

Frankimir lowered his head and looked at the small dog hole, which seemed to be just right to shove an oil drum through. Frankimir carefully shoved the oil drum out of the dog's hole and leaped himself, grasping the eaves of the tall wall with both hands, and leaped over the wall with great agility like a primate ape climbing a tree, and returned to the pine forest.

Just as he picked up the oil drum and was about to leave, he suddenly saw the girl crawl out of the dog hole, and it seemed that this time he couldn't get rid of the annoying girl.

"You see, there are flying pigs on the moon." Frankimir pointed to the moon and said, and before the girl could react, Frankimir wiped her head and ran away, hurrying away.

He ran back to the pine tree where the "nine puffs of smoke" were buried, and was finally relieved to see that the little girl could not keep up. Franky Mill dug out the "Nine Strands of Rouge" that he had buried from the thick snow, poured refined oil into the two-body tank, tightened the lid of the tank, and tried to activate the "Nine Strands of Smoke" again.

This time she succeeded in starting the engine, and Frankimir stepped onto the "nine puffs of smoke". Sitting silently in the car, thinking about his next move. In an instant, sadness and melancholy came to him mercilessly. His eyes were moist again, and before tears could flow out of his sockets, they were frozen by the biting cold wind. He stared blankly at the dashboard of the "Nine Strands of Rouge", and suddenly saw the letterhead in the storage slot.

That's right, it was in the parking lot of the sewer bar, and he received a letter from his deceased father. He took the letterhead and opened it, and at first glance the handwriting in the letter was vividly imitated. With some displeasure, he began to read the contents of the letter, and he just wanted to find out whose prank it was.

The letter reads: "Little Ivan: I am writing to you in the middle of the night, the letter will be delivered in the morning, and in order for it to arrive early, I find the most reliable person. You can be a wonderful great person, but also a tragically gloomy person. Having you join the KGB, I think, is a mistake and does not do you any good in the future. Danger is approaching you, you must escape, take Larissa with you, and run as far away as possible. You can go to North Korea, Japan, China or any country in Europe. Any hesitation may lead to irreparable tragedy. Let me call you Little Black Chrysanthemum one more time, your Brin. ”

Frankimir clenched the letterhead in his hand, he was completely stunned, there were too many fantasies, and he shed tears of sadness in the self-deprecating laughter. Is this really advice from my father? Someone still used his father's name to warn him. Whatever the truth, he believed that the person who wrote him this letter was well-intentioned, friendly, and wanted to protect him.

I can only blame myself for being too self-righteous and ignoring this letterhead. If he opened the letter at the first time, if he could face his father's letter seriously. Maybe a lot of things won't happen, and Larissa won't die. It was all his fault, and it was a tragedy that could have been avoided.

It was he who killed Lalisa, and he blamed no one. He regretted everything he had done, but what good was that? What shouldn't have happened, has already happened, and no matter what the future holds, Larissa will never come back to life.

He is such a useless man, completely unable to protect the woman who loves him deeply. I only know that blind pretentiousness is actually a useless waste, I can't do anything, I can't do anything. only cares about the shameful love between men and women.

Frankimir looked up at the starry sky and couldn't help but tear welling up in his eyes, this was not the first time he had cried tonight. What's next, and what's next? What should he believe, and who can he go to? In the blink of an eye, the whole world became his enemy.

Escape? Where can you escape? Can you really escape?

It must not end like this, even if you try everything to find out the truth, this is for yourself and for LaLisa. Frankimir told himself over and over again, revenge! He must take revenge!