More and more vines, cleared by Franky Mir.

Thicker and thicker aromas, rushing to the face.

Frankimir could vaguely see a light ahead, no longer as dark as the sewers behind him.

Finally, Frankmir cut off the last vine in the pipe, stepped out of the dark pipe, and entered a world of birds and flowers.

It is a huge greenhouse, surrounded by a tall dome curtain wall made of metal and glass. In the center of the greenhouse is a huge banyan tree, and around the banyan tree, there are a variety of flowers and trees that grow only in the tropics. These plants are scattered and scattered, and it is truly a paradise, full of natural elegance.

Frank Miir cautiously examined every grass and tree in the greenhouse, at this time, because of the shadow brought to him by Moore Manor, he always felt that every grass and tree here could become a living thing, and then suddenly swallowed him in one gulp.

In a trance, Frankimir seemed to hear the sound of music, and in the eerie silence, there was a surging high-pitched. People can't help but pay full attention to it and listen silently.

This is Soviet music, with its incomparable charm, with its passion and femininity, tenderness and fortitude, and even the soul is addicted to it, intoxicated by boundless melodies.

Simple tunes, calm music, can have such a powerful charm, people can't help but admire the greatness of music. Frankimir walked slowly towards the banyan tree in the center of the greenhouse, a look of relief on his face.

Whoever hears this music, no matter what kind of suffering and sorrow he has encountered, will have a happy expression on his face, as if he could not stop breathing.

Frankimir walked around the banyan tree and was momentarily stunned by the scene in front of him.

He saw a man, a dreamlike man, appear under the banyan tree.

She wore a creamy yellow dress that showed off her snow-white skin, and her jet-black hair reflected the colorful brilliance in the light of the greenhouse glass, like a rainbow crown. She has a beautiful face, a noble temperament, moving eyes, and an irresistible attraction. Just by looking at her, a fool can understand why the earth revolves around the sun.

Her round face is very cute, and her big blue eyes reveal a cold and icy gaze. She is light, graceful, straight, muscular, fair-skinned, soft, beautiful, touching, pitiful, she is a fairy tale in herself, a legend in herself.

The intoxicating fragrance of flowers made Frankimir a little trance-like, and the beautiful music made him fluttering. He didn't know if he was seeing a human or a goblin, just like Hans Christian Andersen's goblin "Angel".

Frankimir stood under the banyan tree in a daze, motionless as he looked at the goddess descending from the sky in front of him. And this goddess, on the other hand, showed a face full of horror, and the sudden appearance of Frankimir clearly frightened her. But what scared her even more was the black, ugly, greasy and dirty guy in front of her, whether he was a human or a ghost.

"Ahh You...... You are...... People, or ...... Ghost. The woman stammered.

The woman spoke Chinese, which made Frank Mimir feel a little strange, Frank Mimir thought that the woman was a Russian Tatar, but he did not expect that it was Chinese. He took two slow steps forward, and the woman suddenly screamed again.

"Don't come here! Don't come here, you monster. The woman said and pulled out a miniature pistol from her waist, and from her nervousness and trembling, it could be seen that she was not joking, but really felt afraid.

"No...... No...... No, girl! I'm not a bad guy, I'm an agent of the KGB, and I'm not going to hurt you. Please don't be nervous, I've just come out of the drain and look a little dirty. Franky Mill immediately explained that he might have been hit by a bullet from the pocket pistol if he had the slightest hesitation.

Frank Mir's experience in the KGB taught him that the weaker he looked, the more powerful a weapon was often more powerful than expected. At the same time, the experience of working in the KGB also made Franky Mir's brain quickly search for information in his memories that was connected to the woman in front of him.

Photo! That's the picture!

Frankimir remembered the man with "T*G-016" on his arm in the photo, and the woman in his arms. The woman and the woman in front of her are exactly the same, they are the same person at all.

"You're the hostess here! T*G-016, you must know this, we are here for this. Frankimir said tentatively, guessing that this must have aroused the woman's interest and thus found a topic of conversation so that he would not be the ghost of her gun.

"How do you know? Who are you? What are you doing here? ”

"As I said, I'm an agent of the KGB and I'm here to investigate. We've heard that there's a monster here, so we're here to investigate. You can rest assured that he is safe now, we have stabilized him, and he will be fine. But we have to know why, and if we want to help him, we have to know what's going on. Frankie Mill lied, knowing full well that if he told the truth now, he would probably irritate the woman in front of him.

Judging from the photos in the study, the relationship between them should be very close. Even if they are not husband and wife, at least they are lovers. If you tell her that you killed the monster of "T*G-016". Frank Mire was pretty sure that if he told the truth, in less than a second, the woman in front of him would blow his head out.

"Where's Blok? Where did you take him? Tell me, tell me quickly. The woman shouted excitedly, and Frankie Mire seemed to be able to see that all the internal organs in her body were boiling.

"He's safe, I think he's safer now, at least than you. You should know how dangerous it is here, so we had to take him away. Of course, if you agree, we will also take you away and take you to meet him. But before we can do that, we have to figure out what's going on here. I think you know better than we know how much he needs help right now, and we're the only ones who can help him. Frankimir said in a steady, slow tone, trying to make himself look like he was in control.

"Take me to him, where is he? Are you telling the truth? What do you want to know? ”

"Of course, of course I want to help him, I want to know everything that's going on here. Don't worry, you need to calm down, I'll take you to meet him, but you're too nervous at the moment. ”

Unnoticed, Frank Mill moved another M900 pistol to his waist. It seems that the woman in front of her is very emotionally unstable, and she does not intend to kill him, otherwise she would never have the opportunity to quietly move the M900 pistol.

"Well, whatever happens next, I think I should help you find a room so you can get rid of this dirt." The woman hung her head and put down the miniature pistol in her hand, she seemed to be a very wary woman.

"If that's the case, that's a great thank you. My name is Franky Mill and it's a pleasure to meet you. We'd love to help you, but the problem is that we don't know what's going on here. Frankimir smiled and took a few steps forward, realizing that the woman in front of him was obviously not in a deep life.

"Stay away from me, you stink. You come with me, and I will take you to the bath, but you must not come near me, at least keep your current distance. The woman said as she put her hand over her nose.

"Okay, I hate these things too, thank you so much." Frankimir continued to smile, he couldn't see it at all, at this time his face was covered with dirt, which had long since destroyed his former handsome image, and now his smile was really more ugly than crying.

"Come with me, I'll take you to the bath, and be careful not to get sludge all over the place."

In this large Moorish manor, it is really another thing to have an acquaintance to lead the way. They soon found themselves in a spacious bedroom with a large Dutch bed, a Victorian-style coffee table, a sophisticated French make-up table, and a ticking clock.

The woman pointed to a brown wooden door in the room and said, "That's the bathroom, go and wash it, I'll find you a piece of clothing for the time being, put it in the bamboo basket at the bathroom door, and put it on yourself after you take a bath." ”

"Thank you so much, I don't know what to call it?" Frankie Mill asked as he walked to the bathroom.

"My name is Zhang Yue, just call me Zhang Yue." The woman said as she went to find a change of clothes for Frankimir.

"Oh! What a name. Frank Mire complimented, stepped into the bathroom, and cautiously closed the door.