The sky was still dark in the early morning, and an An-140 spiral airliner taxied by, slowly stopping on a patched runway.

Four people, three men and one woman, jumped out of the airliner, and the cold wind from the empty airport rolled up their thick fur coats, which made them tighten their collars.

The drivers waved at the four and drove away from the small and desolate airport.

Here is Eastern Siberia, Yerbogajun.

"It's really cold, isn't it winter all year round?" said one of the young men, putting a cotton hat over his smoky gray hair, to his bespectacled peers beside him.

"It's not like that, it's just that spring is shorter. The young man with round-rimmed glasses replied, "I think Miss Elena is more familiar here." ”

The only brown-haired girl wore a white fur coat, a snowflake-soft fox fur collar that encircled her slender neck, and a small piece of white knee skin just exposed between the hem and black high boots, bringing a hint of life to her cold and delicate face.

Yelena ignored the two young men and looked at the other middle-aged man.

"Mr. Wu, I can sense that they are passing through here and have been stranded for more than two days, and it seems that they have been delayed for some reason. She took a deep breath of the harsh winter wind and closed her eyes, "But the taste of the Chinese you are looking for is gone." ”

"Can't you even find it? ”

The middle-aged man wears a sophisticated trench coat with a short cape over his shoulders and an angular Asian face.

"Or maybe dead. Elena was expressionless.

"If I die, I will make those Russians pay even more!" The middle-aged man looked grim, but there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

Four months ago, the extraordinarily large gun explosion case in S City made him feel pressured, and he originally thought it was an ordinary anti-terrorism investigation, but in the process of investigating the case, he encountered obstacles from various government agencies.

If it weren't for the fact that the investigation place where he was located was not controlled by any department, I am afraid that this case would have been sunk into the sea.

Twenty-eight Chinese people were killed in the country, and one young man was taken away without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the whole country lost face. A death order has been issued from above, no matter what, the real culprit must be found and brought to justice.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but glance at Yelena from the corner of his eye.

This proud woman comes from the International Gem Society, a civil society founded by many small private foundations, and an organization of paranormal people with a power comparable to that of a state!

However, thanks to their help, the Yelena sent by her has a strange ability similar to tracking, which makes the case of the murderer who is stuck in the search for the murderer have made new progress.

"Wu Tou'er, where are we going now?"

The young man in a cotton hat came over and said with a smile: "Ah Min, I heard that foreign girls are very enthusiastic, is it true? Wu Tou'er, why don't we find a bar first?"

A young man with round-rimmed glasses named Ah Min rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Don't mess around, Achen!" the middle-aged man glared.

Achen shrunk his head and stuck out his tongue mischievously.

"Miss Yelena, let's find a hostel to stay in and then discuss......"

The middle-aged man turned back to talk to Yelena and found that she was looking ahead, and looking in the direction of her gaze, a black dot appeared at the end of the runway in the distance.

Soon, a brand-new black Maybach S-Class pulled up in front of them, creating a strong visual contrast from the dilapidated airport.

"Mr. Wu, please get in the car. Our people have all arranged accommodation and the contact person is already there. ”

Yelena nodded lightly and got into the car.

"Wow, Wu Tou'er, when will we allocate a little more funds in our office?" Ah Chen rubbed his hands and said with an envious expression.

"Shut up! It's a bit of a civil servant!" the middle-aged man slapped Achen's thick cotton hat, then took a deep breath and got into the car.

Ah Min followed, glanced back at Ah Chen, and learned the tone of a middle-aged man, "A bit like a civil servant!"

Ah Chen hugged Ah Min angrily, and the two rolled into the car together......

West Siberian Plain, Institute.

The young man woke up on a huge silk soft bed, and he sat up naked, his black hair long to his shoulders. There was a flash of fire on the young man's bewildered face, and he looked at the unfamiliar environment in confusion.

There are no lights in the room, but you can see that it is decorated in the style of Rococo, and the furniture is delicate and cumbersome. Directly opposite the goose-yellow wall was a golden-lined fireplace, in which round balls of carbon burned, and the temperature of the room was comfortably sleepy.

His memories were intermittent fragments, and he struggled to recall what had happened in the past, but the response in his mind was a sharp pain.

"I ...... Who is it?"

"Are you awake?"

A voice came from the darkness, and the young man turned his head to see a shadow sitting on the couch leaning against the wall, hidden in shadow by a wide curtain.

"Do you feel anything uncomfortable?" the man stood up and stepped out of the shadows.

He wore a white taffeta shirt with long sleeves and loose folded edges, a neckline pleated with beige muslin and lace ribbons, tight trousers tucked into high-heeled leather boots, and a "clattering" sound as he walked.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, staring at the young man carefully.

"Who are you?" the young man narrowed his eyes, and the other man's eyes made him uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Titovich Kit Roma. Titovic retracted his scrutiny and smiled softly.

"Do we know each other......? Where?" the young man tilted his head sideways and thought for a moment, still unable to recognize the old man in front of him.

"You are Chinese, you met a terrorist organization four months ago, and I saved you!" Titovich bowed his head slightly, showing a melancholy expression, "I took you to Siberia for treatment, here is my research institute." ”

"I ...... I can't remember ......."

The young man slowly frowned, trying to remember, but the headache was so bad that he had to give up.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, feeling inexplicably irritable.

The old man in front of him looked very kind, but the young man couldn't have a good impression of him, and there was something calling him in his memory, but he couldn't grasp the feeling.

"Thank you. The young man shook his head, no longer thinking.

"I know you're bothered right now, but don't worry, you're safe here. Titovic reached out and put his hand on the young man's shoulder and told him to lie down slowly, "You still need to rest, overwork is not conducive to recovery." ”

The young man looked into Titovich's eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of golden light, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"May I ask you a question, sir?"

"Hmm. You ask. Titovic covered him with the quilt.

"Do you know my name?"

Titovich stared earnestly at the young man's face, and after a moment he laughed, his voice soft.

"Your name is red. ”

“...... Red?" the young man felt the name familiar and unfamiliar.

"Red!" Titovich repeated, then reached out and gently pressed it on the young man's forehead.

"Tomorrow, if you wake up early, I'll take you to see the scenery of Siberia. Now get some sleep, I'm a child. ”

Titovich's language seemed to have magical powers, and the young man felt a wave of sleepiness hit him, and he quickly closed his eyes and let out an even breathing sound.

Titovic stood up, added a piece of charcoal to the fireplace, and left the room lightly.