Franky Mill followed Yiru into the room.

It's a small room, but there's a lot of stuff in the room.

The arrangement is orderly, and it does not look messy because of too much clutter.

The old steel walls look a little mottled, which makes the whole room look a little old, but it unexpectedly gives people a warm nostalgia.

The record player at the head of the bed is very old, and it seems that before World War II, such record players had long since ceased to leave the factory.

Surprisingly, there was a television in this old-looking-old room.

It's a popular thing, not only a symbol of fashion, but also a symbol of wealth. In Vladivostok, where Frankimir lives, one out of ten households can have a television, which is a glorious thing, which is exactly the trend that the public is chasing.

"It's a nice place, it looks so special, I like it, just like when I first saw you, just a back was enough for me to see everything. I guess that's called fate? Frank Mire said this, but his movements were very restrained.

He had never been here, but the girl here knew his name, which could not help but make people wonder, what was going on, he was looking forward to the girl in front of him, who was called Yiru, could give him a satisfactory answer, it was impossible to say that he saw it in the newspaper.

"I don't have time to chat with you, you sent it to the door yourself. Now put the gun in your clothes and put it on the table. A contemptuous smile appeared on Yiru's face, and at some point, a miniature pistol was already in his hand, aimed at Frankimir in front of him.

"Wait, did you recognize the wrong person! We have no grievances, today is the first time we have met, I think in the Far East, the man named Frankymir, to say the least, there is also a hundred and eighty, the girl must have recognized the wrong person, I just happened to have the same name as him. Frank Mire tried to explain this, trying to buy more time and think about a way out.

This small miniature pistol has long since made him lose the Yaxing under the moon. It seems that this Twin Cities is indeed more dangerous than he expected, and even the ** woman can't be negligent.

"You're Frankimir Ivanovich Brin, and I don't think I'm calling your name wrong. You don't have to worry about not recognizing the wrong person, it's you who is looking for you, didn't you hear what I said? I don't want to repeat it a second time, there are five rounds in this, I think it's enough. Said the delicate and sensual lips and the contemptuous tone.

Frankimir sighed, had to talk obediently, took the M900 pistol from his jacket, and placed it on a round table covered with Chinese batik.

"I don't understand what you mean, am I sorry for you? Even if you want to kill me, you should at least tell me why, right? Frankimir couldn't think of any enmity between them.

"It's not that serious, someone wants to talk to you." Yiru said in a mocking tone.

"Talk to me? Who? Where is it? Frankie Mire was even more curious.

"You come with me, don't act rashly, don't try to play any tricks." Yiru nodded, picked up the M900 pistol from the table, she clenched her hands into fists, and the miniature pistol in her hand never moved away from Frankimir.

Frankimir nodded silently, as the so-called man is the sword and I am the fish, it seems that there is no other choice but to do what the girl in front of him said.

Franky Mill looked at the miniature pistol in Yiru's hand, a pistol disguised as a fruit knife. It doesn't look much different from a regular Swiss Army knife, but with a little attention, you can still tell it's different.

Yiru slowly walked towards Frankimir, holding a miniature pistol against Frankimir's back and telling him to do what he said. One after the other, they walked out of Yiru's room and down the corridor on the second floor, towards the depths of the ruined arsenal.

There was no one in the corridor at this time, and every room they walked through was full of snoring with the door closed. This made Yiru have no need to hide it at all, she knew very well that at this time, no one would come out to hang out, so she naturally didn't need to hide it.

The silver miniature pistol against Frankmir's back, glittering in the light of a lantern candle, could be noticed from a distance.

Frankimir never understood where such a delicate pocket pistol came from for a dusty woman, which was not a stall that could be bought everywhere.

Could it be that this is a fake pocket pistol? Frank Miir suddenly had such an idea, he wanted to try it, but he didn't dare to take a risk.

The two of them walked for more than ten minutes, this place is inevitably a little too big, no wonder it will become the first Fengyue Field in the world in the Twin Cities. I don't know how long I will continue to walk like this, and Frankimir's nervousness at this time is completely understandable.

He had never been here, and he didn't know where this femme fatale was going to take him. He had heard that the torture of the Chinese was very cruel, and he really wished that he had not fallen into the hands of the Chinese, and they would cut people off piece by piece, and what was called Ling Chi to death.

"Stop, we're here." The girl said suddenly.

Frankimir stopped, and dimly saw the door panel with the words "Fengzi number", three large gilded letters.

"Right here? Fengzi number? Frankimir asked, puzzled, thinking that Yiru would take him somewhere, which looked like just another room. It's just a trick to get this, it seems that this pocket pistol is really a fake gun, and it's a bit too bad.

"Yes, Feng Laiyi has a thousand rooms, arranged in the order of the Thousand Character Text, do you know the Thousand Character Text?" 'This is the 'Feng' name. The girl explained unintentionally.

"I've been to China, and they say it's the four old books, and educated people don't read that kind of dirty book." Frankie Mill shrugged nonchalantly, thinking that he seemed to have heard of the book, as the girl had said.

"his grandma's, don't talk nonsense, open the door, and go in." The girl scolded fiercely, and pushed Frankimir to push it.

I really didn't expect that the girl with such a bright and moving appearance would burst out with such a foul mouth, if it were to use the words of the Chinese, it would really be insulting. However, this means that the girl is a dusty woman, so she will inevitably be contaminated with some despicable and vulgar atmosphere.

Such a foul mouth and the beauty of Yiru do not match at all.

It seems that she is indeed a woman who has grown up in the Wind Moon Field, and the worries that Franky Mill had swept in his heart before have also been dispelled.

Inadvertently, people are most likely to reveal their true nature. This made Frank Miir recognizable at a glance, as if the girl's identity was difficult to hide.