Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

"It's time to go."

After resting at the old man's house, he and I boarded the old pickup truck together.

Before he left, he gave me a roll of banknotes tied with a rubber band. It was a thick stack, and it was roughly estimated that there were tens of thousands.

The currency in circulation in Russia is the ruble. Although relatively speaking, this stack of rubles is only about one-tenth of the conversion, but there should be no problem supporting me to return to the country.

However, I am now in a foreign country after all, and I don't have anything to prove my identity.

Just now, when the old man was taking a break at home, I tried to contact the old professor on his home phone, but it seemed that I couldn't get through the international phone call. But now I can only rely on myself.

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

The frosty temperature keeps the people living here locked indoors.

There were no people on the street, and there were no moving vehicles for a long time.

The old man drove the car and led me across the city, and stopped only when I came to the suburbs.

The tall building on the opposite side looks like a station, with a height of four or five meters, and a huge wall clock.

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

In the distance, the sound of the train whistle can still be heard.

This old man took me to the train station?

I couldn't help laughing, this old man is quite a man, but probably, it's because of that bear skin.

The rough price of a complete bear skin is around 200 million rubles, which is enough to change his family's life in the next few years.

Relatively speaking, he is blood money.

After a while, the old man came out from the station with a train ticket in his hand.

He handed me the train ticket, grinning, showing a mouthful of smoked yellow teeth, and then I pointed to the entrance not far away.

"Thank you."

Regardless of whether he understood what I said or not, I still thanked him.

I glanced at the ticket in my hand. It was all in Russian, which I couldn't understand. However, the timetable was in Arabic numerals. It shouldn't be difficult to find the train number corresponding to this ticket.

Entering the station, the decoration inside the station is very old, quite like the 80s on TV.

Except for me, there were only a few people waiting, and at a glance, not even the ticket inspector saw it.

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

Not long after, I got on the train. Similarly, there were not many people in the train, and it was empty.

Outside the car window is a world covered with snow.

But I have no intention of appreciating it, and I feel a sense of irritability of being isolated from the world for no reason. I think this is caused by my current lack of news.

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

Having said that, after such a long time, I didn't even have time to take a look at Xi'er, and I didn't know how she was doing.

And Yucheng Yao who is far away in Brazil, and my other women...

Thoughts turned around, and finally came back to Wang Shaoyang. He was with two highly educated talents, and with Martha taking care of him, there shouldn't be any major problems.

But Brother Wang...

I vaguely remember that when I was taken away by those people from the company, there was a violent explosion at the gas station next to the small town. It is unknown whether Brother Wang is dead or alive.

High probability, I'm afraid it's...

I didn't dare to think about it any more. I had mixed feelings for a while, and my heart was extremely irritable.

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

The date should be the most recent, and, I glance at the top of the paper, the photo that occupies the largest section.

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

"how come……"

I even suspected that I was wrong. Aren't the man and woman in this photo the same as Bilson and Martha?How did they report it?

"Hey."

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

I thought I had to pay for it, so I quickly took out two rubles, but he waved his hand to signal no need.

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

The Russian language on the whole page made me very dizzy, and I urgently hope that someone with good intentions can translate it for me.

After all, once it is published in the newspaper, it is equivalent to revealing one's whereabouts.

Those people in the company are not vegetarians, and their news is better than mine. I am afraid that Martha and Bilson are already being hunted by those people in the company.

"God bless."

Unable to stop, my right eyelid twitched, I looked out the window, and even had the urge to jump off the car.

But even if I jumped out of the car, I would not be able to find Bilson and Martha in this place where I was unfamiliar and had no way to communicate with others.

All I can do now is pray.

In the next few days, I missed the bus and missed the road, but I finally tried my best to get back on the right road.

Finally, I entered the country.

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

"Master, please borrow your mobile phone."

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

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

"Hi, may I ask if you are..."

"it's me."

I took a deep breath and said.

The old professor didn't seem to react, and there was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time.
"You're still alive?"
On the other end of the phone, the old professor finally spoke, with a hint of surprise besides disbelief in his tone.

"That place, Kedu, was blown to pieces!"

"Otherwise, who do you think is calling you now?"

I was a little helpless, but then, I realized a very serious problem, "Where is Brother Wang..."

When I asked this question, the old professor was obviously silent for a while, but then he replied, "He is still alive."

What does it mean to be alive?

I was full of question marks, but I also knew that there was no way to talk about it on the phone. After all, the face of the elder brother beside me became more and more strange, and he heard what I said.

If it continues, [-]% of the time I will be arrested as a psychopath.

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

The old professor was also a sensible person. After he finished speaking briefly, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

I returned the phone to the uncle, and then I squatted on the curb, staring at the endless traffic coming and going in a daze.

For a long time, I almost forgot how normal people live.