Cheng Mo followed the white man named Lermontov into the white Bombardier that looked like a seagull. He first glanced at the aircraft cabin. The layout of this kind of private business aircraft was similar, except for a tall and fierce blond girl wearing a stewardess uniform.

There are also four men wearing black combat uniforms and white-green baroque-style "Winter Palace" logos. They wear sunglasses and stand at the edge of the seat with serious expressions, which are reminiscent of the GKB or Sixth Branch agents in the TV series.

Obviously these four people are carriers.

"Sorry, Mr. Cheng, please put down your bag. I have to give you a full body check first."

Hearing what Lermontov behind him said, Cheng Mo put the bag on his shoulder on the empty sofa on the left without saying a word.

Lermontov walked in front of Cheng Mo, professionally put on a pair of white surgical gloves, smiled at Cheng Mo and said, "Please take off your glasses and your T-shirt."

Cheng Mo pretended to frown to express dissatisfaction, to test the other party's bottom line...

Lermontov immediately said: "Don't be nervous, it's just routine. We won't look for trouble. After all, our 'Winter Palace' is a service organization."

Cheng Mo snorted disdainfully, took off his glasses and placed them on the coffee table. Then he took off his wide white T-shirt, revealing his tight and lean upper body. Thanks to practicing yoga, Cheng Mo maintained a very good figure.

Well, there are no exaggerated muscle groups, and I am a little thinner, but you can still see the traces of regular exercise. I am not the kind of weak otaku who has no strength to restrain himself.

Lermontov first looked at Cheng Mo and said with a smile: "It seems that you like to exercise very much." He took out a small spotlight flashlight from his pocket and began to shine a circle under Cheng Mo's neck, and used his hand to

He began to check to see if there were any traces of makeup. After looking around Cheng Mo carefully for almost ten minutes, Lermontov said "Okay."

Cheng Mo put on his T-shirt and glasses, and Lermontov took out a machine that looked like a mobile phone. After entering his password and verifying his fingerprints, he clicked on an APP that looked like a golden double-headed eagle. After opening it, he used

After some input in English, Cheng Mo first verified the fingerprints of his left and right thumbs in the fingerprint area, then voice recognition, facial recognition, and finally iris recognition.

The entire identity check process took almost half an hour before Lermontov smiled and said to Cheng Mo: "Mr. Cheng, we have confirmed that your identity is correct. Now you can take a seat. We will take off to the Winter Palace immediately."

."

Cheng Mo thought that the other party didn't seem to want to check the tracker on him. Maybe it wasn't on the plane? He sat expressionlessly on the sofa on the left side of the cabin where his backpack was placed, but Lermontov did not sit on it.

The sofa on the right meant that he and his companions all sat behind Cheng Mo.

A moment later, Bombardier entered the runway and began taxiing. Cheng Mo looked out the left side window. It was difficult for ordinary people to judge the direction of the plane, but for Cheng Mo, he could roughly deduce it as long as he looked at the coastline.

Out of the direction of the plane, the plane soon entered a stage of stable flight. As Cheng Mo expected, the plane was flying due south, but at this time it was impossible to determine the destination of the flight.

Cheng Mo closed his eyes. It was known that Bombardier's approximate flight distance was up to 15,000 kilometers. So based on this distance, there are countless possibilities for the ultimate destination. He recalled Bombardier's flight

Speed, and began to count the time silently in my heart.

At this moment Lermontov stood up from his seat, walked to Cheng Mo and asked with a smile: "Mr. Cheng, do you need a cup of coffee or some alcoholic drink to relax your nerves?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and said, "No need."

"Okay." Lermontov said. He looked around the cabin and said calmly, "Minister Bai, I know you are on the plane. It doesn't matter. You can rest in your seat. Our journey is very long."

Cheng Mo was shocked, looked up at Lermontov, and said with contempt: "There's no need to test, she didn't come with her at all." He shook his head, "No point."

Lermontov smiled and said: "There is a weight gauge on this plane. After takeoff, the plane suddenly weighed about 56.1 kilograms. Although I don't know the height and weight of Minister Bai's carrier, I still know that Tai Chi Dragon has'

The only one with the Time Rift skill is Chief Bai."

Cheng Mo said nonchalantly: "56.1 kilograms is a bit too heavy even for a carrier. Minister Bai is so keen on keeping in shape. Even though she is a bit old, she will not allow herself to be overweight, even if she is a carrier.

"

As he spoke, Cheng Mo felt as if a foot was stepping on his instep. He was not nervous at all, but rather excited because he knew it was Bai Xiuxiu.

Lermontov said noncommittally: "Really? Then maybe it's another person."

"Who knows?" Cheng Mo lifted up his other foot and locked the invisible foot that Bai Xiuxiu was stepping on on his instep at his ankle. He shrugged, "Anyway, I'm just an insignificant little person.

The role, to use our Chinese proverb, is that if the sister doesn't love you, the aunt won't love you."

Lermontov didn't mind the extra person on the plane at all and continued to chat with Cheng Mo, "Really? Do you still have such a proverb in China?"

"Of course." Cheng Mo nodded, pretended to wave, and gently stroked Bai Xiuxiu's hand. However, he didn't touch the hand. Instead, he touched a part with a texture that looked like ceramic. It felt thin and cold, and the wrapping was very strong. Cheng Mo nodded and pretended to wave.

Mo guessed it was the leg armor, "Anyway, no one will care about me, otherwise I wouldn't be sent to the Winter Palace."

"Oh! I don't agree with that," Lermontov said with a smile. "Our Hermitage is really not a place where small characters can enter. Maybe Mr. Cheng doesn't understand that our Hermitage Sanatorium requires payment. One year

The basic boarding fee is 20 million U.S. dollars, and the boarding fee fluctuates greatly depending on the person’s wealth.”

"Oh my god! Twenty million US dollars a year?" Cheng Mo waved his hand again pretending to be surprised, but this time it was empty. Bai Xiuxiu had quietly changed the direction of standing. He imagined it and thought that maybe it was

Changed the posture, maybe lowering the waist? This made Cheng Mo feel a little regretful that he couldn't see Bai Xiuxiu's wicker-like figure, but just imagining it was very exciting.

"Twenty million U.S. dollars is the most basic, and it will increase according to the ranking of the Heavenly Ranking. For experts like you who are not keen on the Heavenly Ranking, we will also charge a one-time Ouroboros when the other party collects your Ouroboros

And 30% of the cost of the skills and equipment valuation."

Cheng Mo asked with great interest: "How can you guarantee that I will hand over Ouroboros to you?"

Lermontov blinked and said, "You'll find out when you get to the Winter Palace. I promise I won't let you down."

"Really?" Cheng Mo said, "Then I'll wait and see."

Lermontov bowed slightly and said, "Then I won't disturb Mr. Cheng's rest. If you need anything, you can always talk to me or the flight attendant."

Cheng Mo nodded.

Lermontov took two steps and then turned back and said: "Even if you want to match up with the stewardess, you can! The restroom and the lounge at the back are available for you to use at any time. You can also ask your companion to go in and chat, or

Do something else." Lermontov smiled, "I don't think fifty-six kilograms can be a man."

Cheng Mo was staring ahead, wondering what kind of posture Bai Xiuxiu was using to avoid his hand. Lermontov's sudden words made him almost rush forward. To be honest, every man has a flight attendant dream.

, Cheng Mo is no exception. I think that Bai Xiuxiu is particularly suitable for wearing various uniforms. Her impressive waist-to-hip ratio and straight and long legs are simply the gentle land that men dream of.

Bai Xiuxiu probably guessed what Cheng Mo was thinking, and finally stepped on the foot that was pressing on Cheng Mo's instep. Cheng Mo felt the excruciating pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He could only twitch his face, spread his legs, and let go.

Bai Xiuxiu left.

Lermontov, who looked back at Cheng Mo, asked: "Mr. Cheng? What's wrong?"

Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and forced a smile and said: "Nothing, I just thought" he tilted his head, "I can drive a speeding car, I feel that the service of your Winter Palace is still in place."

"This is just child's play. When you get to the Winter Palace, you will know what a real paradise is." Lermontov bowed again, "Making customers so satisfied that they voluntarily pay is our philosophy at the Winter Palace."

"Wow!" Cheng Mo said, "Your words make me think that the 'Winter Palace' is not a sanatorium run by the Ennos people, but by the Japanese people."

"Japanese people?" Lermontov said disdainfully, "Japanese people are good at superficial skills. We Ennosians are the ultimate in art."

"Appearance?" Cheng Mo laughed, "Richeng really only has the spirit of craftsmanship."

"The spirit of craftsmanship?"

"Nothing." Cheng Mo shook his head and said, "It's just a Chinese pun."

"Okay! If you need anything, just say it." After speaking, Lermontov turned and walked towards the seat in the back. When he sat down, he said to himself, "The scale has returned to normal. How can it be so fast?"

Just leave?"

Bombardier's sound insulation effect is good, and the roar of the engine in the cabin is very small, unlike the engine of a large passenger plane that makes the ears ring. But even if it is a large passenger plane, Cheng Mo can hear Lermontov's whisper clearly. He turned to look

He turned to Lermontov and asked: "Is the weight scale back to normal?"

"Yes, Mr. Cheng."

"Then there must be something wrong with your plane's weight scale."

Lermontov spread his hands and said with a smile: "You must think so, no problem."

Cheng Mo thought that maybe Bai Xiuxiu left because there was no point in staying. After all, the other party didn't even try to take his tracker at this time, and the other party not only knew about her but also knew about the "time rift", so he must know that Bai Xiuxiu could

How long should the invisible state be maintained? Cheng Mo calculated the time again and found that thirty-seven minutes had passed since takeoff. Bai Xiuxiu's invisible time was about fifty minutes, so it was not too early to leave now.

He stared at the blue sky and white clouds outside the porthole window, and thought of Bai Xiuxiu wearing a white Tai Chi dragon uniform, and also thought of the tissue with her lipprint on it, so he said to Lermontov: "By the way, can you help me find it?"

Two pieces of film or a mineral water bottle? And scissors."

"Two pieces of film or a mineral water bottle?"

"Yes." Cheng Mo said.

"Please wait."

After a while, the blond stewardess in uniform brought over an empty Evian mineral water bottle and a pair of scissors. After handing them to Cheng Mo, the very voluptuous stewardess hunched over and asked Cheng Mo if he had any more.

needs.

Cheng Mo didn't look at the white ravine under the stewardess' tie, and said calmly: "I will need boiling water later. When I call you, just put it in a stainless steel pot and bring it over."

The blond stewardess didn't know what Cheng Mo was going to do, so she walked away with a puzzled look on her face and went to the back of the cabin to ask if Lermontov could do it.

Cheng Mo ignored the conversation between the flight attendant and Lermontov, and waited for about ten minutes. When he was sure that Bai Xiuxiu had to leave, he took out the napkin with the lip print on it from his pocket, and carefully spread it out.

Open it on the coffee table and visually check the size of the lip print. Bai Xiuxiu has a standard cherry mouth, and the length of the lip print is about less than four centimeters. So Cheng Mo cut the mineral water bottle open, compared the lip print on the tissue, and selected the bottle

Two squares with a side length of about 4.5 centimeters were cut out of the flattest part of the body. Then Cheng Mo sandwiched the lip print diagonally between two square pieces of plastic, then cut off the excess part, and then started facing the coffee table.

Trim and iron the edges of the plastic sheet.

When you are satisfied with the trimming, ask the flight attendant to fill the stainless steel pot with boiling water and bring it over.

A few minutes later, the flight attendant came over with a stainless steel pot filled with boiling water. She watched curiously as Cheng Mo pressed the plastic piece with the lip print under the stainless steel pot. He couldn't help but ask, "What is this? Lipstick mark?"

"Yes." Cheng Mo said without raising his head.

"Can I preserve my lip prints by doing this?"

Cheng Mo looked at the stainless steel pot and said: "The plastic of mineral water bottles is thermoplastic, so it shouldn't be a big problem. If it's not sticky, I'll pierce the eyes and fix it with a rope." In fact, what Cheng Mo thought about was what if the boiling water on the plane

If the temperature is not enough, he can also use energy to directly shape the plastic sheet.

The flight attendant smiled and said, "It seems you like this woman very much."

"I can't tell you what I like." Cheng Mo whispered, "I just can't let it go."

Sure enough, the boiling water on the plane was still not hot enough, and the two thin plastic sheets were not tightly stuck together. In short, they seemed not strong enough, so Cheng Mo kept pressing the edges of the plastic sheets with a stainless steel kettle. On the surface,

Cheng Mo was still using the boiling water in the kettle. In fact, he was using his own energy.

He controlled the temperature, completely sealed the napkin with the lip print between two tightly fitting plastic sheets, picked it up and looked out the porthole for a long time. The vermilion lip print looked like a fiery red maple leaf in the sunlight.

Every trace of meridians is clearly visible, just like a specimen.

Cheng Mo stared at the lip print specimen with satisfaction and whispered: "What a perfect souvenir."
Chapter completed!