Everyone was shocked to hear Frank Mire's refusal.

"Why?" Maria couldn't help but ask.

"I'd like to ask the same question." The warden said.

"I think I should find out who stole my wife's body first, and then go to Leo the Shorty." Frankimir said disdainfully.

"Your wife's corpse? Leo the Elf? "The warden didn't quite know what had happened, he only knew about Frank Mire.

"Aren't you going to go to the Twin Cities with us?" Yulia asked, looking disappointed.

"Yes, I've been locked up in the Gulag by you for some reason, and I honestly don't know who to trust. You have your own plans, I have my own plans, I'm not interested in going to the Twin Cities with you, I'm going back to Vladivostok and find out the truth of all this, now is not the time to travel. Frankie Mill glanced at the crowd with a blank expression, his expressionless expression as if to tell them that he didn't trust anyone here.

"No, Franky Mire, if you want to find out the truth, then I think you should go to the Twin Cities more than any of us." Professor Thor said, narrowing his drooping eyelids.

This was the first time that Professor Saul had spoken to Frankimir in a serious manner. Although they had met many times before this, most of them were out of politeness, greetings and greetings, as well as recognition of going with the flow.

To Professor Saul, a prisoner like Frank Mire was nothing to mention, and he didn't bother to talk to such a person. Even after he had defeated the monster, Professor Saul had only followed the crowd, and he had no personal feelings for Frankiemir.

Now things are different, and he is well aware of the dangers of the Twin Cities, as well as Franky Mir's exceptional individual abilities. If they can get Frank Mire's assistance, it will be of great help to their trip to the Twin Cities.

"Where do you start?" Frank Mill tilted his head and looked at the obscene-looking Professor Saul.

"It's simple, do you remember 'T*G'? Do you remember why you came here? You really haven't even wondered why you went to the Gulag? ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Zhukov! I mean Zhukov. If you think about all this yourself, it is not difficult to find that everyone is just a pawn, Zhukov is the real mastermind behind the scenes, at least he is also a key figure, and he must be inextricably linked. It was he who created the disappearance of the Gulag, made such a big hole in the ground, and created the ...... turned Miss Zhang's husband into a monster. Undoubtedly, it must have been him who got you to the Gulag. I think there should be no difference between his intentions for you and those for Miss Zhang's husband, and this is his motive, which is enough to show that he is the motive of the culprit. If you really want to find out the truth, you should learn to get the right medicine. Recklessness and sloppiness will only backfire, and the Twin Cities are the right direction for you right now. Professor Saul said.

"That's what I thought, Professor Saul was right, that's why I wanted to go to the Twin Cities. Only by finding this Zhukov will you be able to figure out what all this has to do with him. Before Professor Saul could finish speaking, Maria rushed to speak.

"That's right, I think so too, what you did is enough for me to see that the accusations against you are all framed. Maybe you're panicking right now, but I still hope you can calm down and think carefully about what your next step should be. Your enemies may be far more powerful than you expected, and any one wrong move can put you at a disadvantage, and you will never be able to get revenge. The warden said.

A word wakes up the dreamer, and what they say is indeed true. The "T*G" brand was very strange, and he came to Moore Manor to find out about it. According to Zhang Yue's previous statement, her husband Blok only showed abnormal behavior after receiving treatment from Zhukov, and eventually became the terrible monster they saw.

When he was locked up in the Gulag, Zhukov was also in the Gulag. Judging by all the clues so far, it seems that only Zhukov can be connected with the fact that he was locked up in the Gulag.

If, as they say, Zhukov was an influential figure, then it is not difficult to rule out that he could use his fame to get private help from people from all walks of life, including KGB personnel. Could it be that all this was done by Zhukov and his comrades? Does he really have such a great ability to cover the sky with such a hand? Even if he is not ultimately behind the plots, at least he must be a key figure in these conspiracies.

According to Yulia, Fraser was also Zhukov's subordinate, so it seems that Fraser was always a prisoner, imprisoned in the Gulag but unknown. This must have been Zhukov's arrangement, and he even tried to attack Yulia. In this way, Zhukov is indeed a scheming and hidden guy. If Zhukov is really calculating, then it seems that it is not impossible to arrange such a trap.

In addition, Zhukov did to Blok, and he also has the mark of "T*G" with Blok. Thinking of Zhukov's yin and yang strange face, Franky Mill felt that there must be something wrong with this Zhukov, maybe it was really a puzzle he had set up.

Zhukov's purpose was for some kind of research or experiment, and the reason for choosing him was probably the same as the reason for choosing Blok, the same for the "T*G", what it was, and where it came from, Frankmir couldn't figure it out, it was something that appeared on him, and he had no idea what it was about.

Frankimir remembered the warden's reasoning in the infirmary before he left the Gulag for here. At this point, it may not be just speculation, but it is true.

However, at this moment, Frankimir suddenly changed his mind again, whether all this was a hoax in the first place. If Zhukov has the ability to use so many people to arrest him in the Gulag, then will these guys in front of him also be Zhukov's people?

They all wanted him to come to the Twin Cities, weren't they really in the same group? Could they be in a gang?

Frankimir frowned and looked at the crowd in front of him without saying a word. He didn't know whether he should trust these people or not, whether what they said was true or false. What was their purpose, and why did they have to go to the Twin Cities?

Is this really just their own personal thoughts, or are all of them deceiving themselves. Frankimir carefully observed everyone's expressions, his gaze sharper than anyone else in the night.

The warden's gloomy and painful face, Maria's expectant look, Yulia's dull gaze, Kafka's helpless frustration, Professor Saul's old and obscene face, and Zhang Yue's sad and sad sadness.

What did these looks tell him, what kind of heart was beating behind these completely different faces.

Will he be able to trust them?

Yes? Or can't?

Frankimir took a deep breath and looked up at the dark purple cloudy sky.

At this moment, the road ahead of him, like these polluted clouds, obscured the sky, could not see anything. No one knows whether behind the thick clouds is the endless night or the dawn.

In any case, if you hesitate, you can't do anything. As the saying goes, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger. Whatever their purpose, whether they were intentional or not, trying to trick him into going to the Twin Cities, there was no doubt that there would be an answer there.

If all this is really a scam, then the Twin Cities are the answer.