“It’s time to go.”

After taking a break at the old man's house, I got on the old pickup truck with me.

Before leaving, he stuffed me a circle of bills tied with rubber bands. It was a thick stack, and roughly estimated that there were tens of thousands.

Russia's currency is rubles. Although relatively speaking, the stack of rubles is only about one-tenth, but there should be no problem supporting me to return to China.

However, I am now abroad and I have nothing to prove my identity.

When the old man was having a rest at home just now, I tried to contact the old professor using his phone number, but the multinational phone number seemed to be unable to be reached, but I had no choice but to rely on myself now.

The old man’s village is a long way from the nearest city. After more than four hours of bumpy journey, I came to this quiet city.

The temperature of frost locks the people living here indoors.

The streets were depressed and there were no vehicles driving for a long time.

The old man drove me through the entire city and stopped when he arrived near the suburbs.

The tall building opposite came to the front, which looked like a station, four or five meters high, and a huge wall clock.

Now, it is already four o'clock in the afternoon.

From afar, you can still hear the sound of the train whistle.

This old man took me to the train station?

I couldn't help but smile. This old man is quite good at being a human being, but probably because of the bear skin.

A complete bear skin, with a rough price of around two million rubles, is enough to change his family's life in the next few years.

Relatively speaking, he made a lot of money.

After a while, the old man walked out of the station, holding a train ticket in his hand.

He handed me the train ticket, grinned, revealing his smoky yellow teeth, and I pointed to the entrance not far away.

"Thanks."

Regardless of whether he could understand what I said or not, I thanked me.

After looking at the tickets in my hand, they were all in Russian, and I couldn't understand them. However, the timetable was Arabic numerals, so it should not be difficult to find the number of trains corresponding to this ticket.

After entering the station, the decoration inside was very old, and it felt like it was eighty years old on TV.

Apart from me, there were only a few people waiting, and at first glance, even the ticket inspector didn't see it.

But this is a good thing for me, otherwise it would be enough for me to avoid the inspection of the ticket inspector.

Not long after, I got into the bus. Similarly, there were not many people in the train, and they were empty.

Outside the car window is a world of snow.

But I had no intention of appreciating it and felt an unrestrained sense of irritability from the world. I think this is due to my current news blockage.

Qian'er and Xiao Qing and the others have been worried about me for a long time.

Having said that, so long has passed, I haven't had time to look at Qian'er, and I don't know how she is doing.

There are also Yucheng Yao, who is far away in Brazil, and other women of me...                                                                                                                     �

But Brother Wang...                                                                                                                             �

There is a high probability, I am afraid...                                                          �

I couldn't sit still anymore, so I got up and planned to walk in the carriage, but just when I passed the train convoy's lounge, I saw a stack of newspapers placed on the small table in the lounge.

The date should be the closest, and I took a look at the upper layer of the newspaper and occupied the largest photo of the section.

In the photo, there is a man and a woman.

"How could it be..."                                                            �

How could they report it?

"Hey."

Suddenly, the conductor came over from somewhere. He patted me on the shoulder, then opened the door of the lounge, took out a newspaper and handed it to me.

I thought it was a pay, so I quickly took out two rubles, but he waved his hand and signaled not to use it.

So, I took the newspaper and returned to my seat.

The full pages of Russian are very impressed. I am eager to see a kind-hearted person who can translate it for me.

After all, once you enter the newspaper, it is equivalent to revealing your whereabouts.

The people in the company are not vegetarians, and their news is more informative than me. I am afraid that now, Martha and Bilson are being hunted by the people in the company.

"God bless."

I couldn't stop it, my right eyelid jumped, looking out the window, and even had the urge to jump off the car.

But even if I jumped off the car, I was not familiar with this place and could not communicate with others, I could not find Bilson and Martha.

The only thing I can do now is pray.

In the next few days, I missed the car and walked the road, but in the end I tried my best to get back on the right path.

Finally I entered the country.

The familiar air, familiar words, familiar tall buildings, everything brings me a long-lost sense of comfort.

"Master, borrow your phone."

There are still many kind-hearted people. After asking a passerby to borrow a mobile phone, I finally called the old professor.

On the other end of the phone, the old professor's slightly puzzled voice came.

"Hey, may I ask you..."                                                                                                                           

I took a deep breath and said.

The old professor seemed to have not reacted, and there was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time.                                                                                                                  

"                                                                                                                               

"That place has been blown into slag!"

"Or who do you think the person you are calling you now."

I was a little helpless, but instead, I realized a very serious problem, "Where is Brother Wang..." When I asked this question, the old professor was obviously silent for a moment, but then he replied, "He is still alive."

What does it mean to be alive?

I was full of questions, but I knew I couldn't tell this on the phone. After all, the face of the elder brother next to me was getting stranger and stranger, and he heard what I said.

If I continue, I will probably be arrested as a lunatic.

"You stay where I'll send someone to pick you up."

The old professor is also a sensible person. After he finished speaking briefly, he hurriedly hung up the phone.

I returned the phone to the uncle, and then squatted on the curb, staring blankly at the endless stream of roads.
Chapter completed!