"Really? That didn't end there, and after that, people would disappear in a few days. Among the missing people are prisoners and our prison guards. When their bodies were found, they were all in the same condition as I had described before. Unfortunately, the situation is getting worse, and the number of missing and killed people is growing and becoming more and more mundane. At first, one person would go missing every few days, but now there are several people missing in a day. You're the KGB's secret police, and you're extremely talented, so I want you to help us find out about this inhumane B*T murderer. The warden pursed his lips. Now it seemed that Frankimir had made the right choice to ask for help, and as a KGB secret policeman, he must have known something.

"Why did you think of asking me for help? I don't think I can do anything, and why should I help you? According to your description, this is a terrible murderer, and I may be killed in the face of such a murderer. Frankimir said, shaking his head.

"As I said, you are the secret police of the KGB. He is also the only person here who has special training but is not a spy or a traitor or anything like that. Only you can find out about this matter, and the prison guards here only have the ability to deal with prisoners. I will tell you more details and I will also ask them to assist you as much as possible. ”

"I don't even know why I'm locked up here, so you can be sure I'm not a spy or a traitor?"

"Do you want to know why, being locked up here?" The warden asked with ulterior motives.

"Of course." Frankie Mill's eyes widened in anticipation of the answer.

"If you help me find the murderer, I'll tell you why, you're locked up here." The warden said in a long tone.

"It's not enough, you have to try to get me out of here." Frankimir said bluntly.

"Helping you break from jail? That's not going to work. I have no right to release you, I can only promise you that I will try my best to prove your innocence, and at the same time give you some green light. The warden said, waving his hands.

Frankimir held his nose and after thinking seriously for a moment, he scratched his ear with his fingers and said, "Tell me, what should I do?" ”

"You've just arrived, and you may not feel anything about what I'm saying. I'll ask them to take you to meet Yulia, I dare say she's the best bioengineer in the Far East. She was young, beautiful, and academically successful. ”

"Bioengineer? You mean there are bioengineers here? ”

"Yes, in every gulag, there are bioengineers, this is the requirement of the presidium of your 'Cheka' (the former name of the KGB). Not long ago, when you merged with the NSA, the new presidium issued a notice to terminate the biochemical engineering project, but you were separated shortly after the merger, so they did not say that they wanted to abolish the staffing of the Gulag bioengineers. ”

"I thought bioengineers were all in biochemistry labs."

"Not every scientist is working for a university or a lab. Just like I can't understand why a country like ours with heavy industry should let a bunch of biochemists be responsible for our national security. ”

"Isn't there a purely industrialist party in the United States, a biochemical leader?"

"Don't make an analogy with the enemy, this is undoubtedly self-defeating."

"Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles."

"Understanding is not the same as blindly following."

"Can we change the subject? Although I worked for the KGB, I only learned about it today. ”

"But then again, this arrangement is understandable, and we benefited a lot from it during the Great Patriotic War."

"You are right, this is the intention of the supreme authorities, we must take all forms to defend our country, to defend our revolution. This is the only way to avoid being damaged by the enemy and to make them happy, don't you think so? ”

"That's right, I can give everything for this goal. But for now, let's get back to the problem at hand. ”

"I don't dare to give you any guarantees, as you say, I don't know anything about it, I can only do my best."

"It's enough to have your words, I think you will be our best comrade. It's getting late, I'll let them take you there, Yulia is examining the newly discovered body. If you can help us find the killer, I might treat you to a drink. ”

The warden shouted out the door, and soon two guards walked in.

The warden pointed at Frank Mire and said, "Take him to Yulia, I told her before." This guy is left to Yulia to arrange, and if Yulia wants you to arrange a room for him, you can arrange a room for him, and if Yulia asks you to send him back to the cell, you will send him back to the cell. In short, everything is left to Yulia's. ”

After the warden finished speaking, the two police officers were about to take Frankimir away, but the warden instructed Frankimir again: "I hope you will be serious, I cannot accept that such a thing should happen in the Gulag under my jurisdiction. Although our society is not yet perfect and is still in the transition stage of change, I believe that everyone is for good. There should be no enemies in our country, only eternal comrades. You must help me find these social saboteurs, they need help, they need to find their faith, just like every prisoner who is held here. ”

Frankimir nodded silently, and without saying a word, he followed the guard out of the room. They walked through a large iron door, and the corridor inside the door was black and hollow, and they couldn't see their fingers. Frank Miir was a little puzzled, it wasn't like he was going to see some bioengineer, it was more like going to the execution ground.

As they walked on endlessly, Frankimir smelled a bloody rancid stench that made him more and more nervous. In the darkness, he saw a door that emitted a faint purple light, and the surrounding darkness made the faint purple light appear unusually bright. Soon the purple light disappeared, and the room inside the door lit up, spilling out the door and illuminating the dark corridor, which made Frankmir breathe a sigh of relief.

Walking into the room, two prison guards guarded the exit of the room, one on the left and one on the right. In the room stood a woman in a white uniform, she was very young, with large eyes, long eyelashes, and a high nose bridge, a typical beauty embryo.

She smelled of precious perfume, and her long brown hair was curly behind her, apparently deliberately curly. She has a good figure, she is also very tall, and her elegant temperament makes her look like a delicate statue.

The only problem is that she is tall and light, but her full breasts are huge and a little uncoordinated. No matter how Franky Mill looks, he will think of the phrase "big breasted and brainless", and in any case, he will not think that the woman in front of him is the bioengineer mentioned by the warden.

Maybe she's just a handyman, or a nurse, or an assistant, or something. Bioengineers have always had a special taste, and it would be terrible to have reactionary statements about why their grandfather, Darwin, insisted until his death that Adam and Eve were monkeys.

There was no doubt that she was a big beauty, but her grafted liness and huge breasts resembled stunted hybrid rice, and no one but a bioengineer would appreciate this deformed beauty.

"You're Franky Mir, a KGB agent?" The woman's tone was haughty.

"Yes, I'm Frankmir, are you?" Frankie Mill asked unremittingly, and he even began to suspect that this was a man-made beauty, and I heard that in the United States on the other side of the ocean, such technology has been very developed.

"Yulia, you can call me Yulia. I didn't expect the KGB agents to have such fine skin and tender meat, and I thought that the hard training of the agents would make their skin dark and rough. ”

"Not necessarily, those 'crows' of the KGB are the real beautiful men."

"How do you all take care of it? You can teach me when you have time. ”

"I'm not a crow! Also, if you plan to make yourself more beautiful, have you considered the feelings of other women? Are you going to let them all kill themselves? It's cruel, and if your heart and face were as beautiful, I don't think you would do that. No matter how much Frankimir disliked this supernatural physical beauty, he had to admit that Yulia in front of him had an unusual beauty that captured the soul.

"Did this kind of inconspicuous compliment also be learned from the KGB? Or are you born oily and slippery. Yulia had never heard anyone who expressed her opinion in this way, and could not help but find it a little amused by Franky Mirier.

"My father is also a bioengineer, and he taught me from a young age that if I see praise that beauty does not understand, it is the greatest sin in the world, and may God forgive me." Frankie Mill touched his chin.

"You didn't come here to listen to your oily tone. Look at these five bodies, these are the victims of the last two days. "Yulia is not a person who likes to be complimented, but no one can refuse to praise herself, and if it were that easy, there would be no faint king in the world. Yulia cut straight to the point, not wanting to be distracted by something boring, and although Frankie Mill approved of it, she was already a little flustered.

At this time, Frank Mire noticed that on the cart in the room, the five corpses were neatly arranged, and the corpses were half-covered with white cloths, which were not very clear, but the strong fishy smell was enough to make people dizzy.