Zero's cold tone did not make Cheng Mo feel humiliated. He understood the habits of the Ennos people. The Ennos people always had this attitude towards strangers. If they were from country A, they would definitely smile.

Everyone smiles, but the Ennos people, on the contrary, only smile at people they know well and people they like very much.

Under normal circumstances, Ennos people even think that it is not a good thing for strangers to smile at them.

Cheng Mo had a deep understanding of this, so he did not misunderstand, nor did he give up on getting closer to Zero, even though Zero was once with the Clown Sith. No matter from which aspect, it seems that Zero

No. seems to be trustworthy, and his reputation, identity and resume are not as good as those of Prince Amedeo.

But Cheng Mo finally chose to come to Zero first, maybe because of the dispute between Zero and Amedeo, maybe because of Zero's sigh when he was alone, maybe because he was an Ennosian, maybe because

clown sith

All in all, his judgment is not absolutely rational and is a little risky, but Cheng Mo still believes in his own judgment. In any case, principled bad guys are more suitable for cooperation than unprincipled good guys.

Cheng Mo shrugged his shoulders and continued to speak in a relaxed Russian tone: "To be honest, I hope it's because of that 'Da Vasily' instead of because of 'honesty'. 'Honesty' can be used anytime, anywhere."

Subject to change”

Cheng Mo didn't have anything to say, and even started a tentative chat first, which surprised Zero a little. He stood by the fire and was silent for a moment, and then said in that unforgettable melancholy voice: "Da

So did Vasily. Even though the poster once said 'Eternal Friendship'."

Another person might not know the slogan "Eternal Friendship", but Cheng Mo definitely knew it. He shook his head and lowered his voice and said: "Davasili has never betrayed Davasili, and those who betray Davasili are all enemies.

"He paused and said meaningfully, "And they are always by our side."

"No betrayal?" Zero asked with a sneer: "Are you XXXX?"

Cheng Mo hesitated and shook his head.

"Then are you XXXX?" Zero asked again.

Cheng Mo still shook his head.

"Do you believe XXXXX?"

Cheng Mo continued to shake his head.

"Then why do you call me Davasili?" No. 0 asked again.

Cheng Mo replied solemnly: "Because I am from Xia country and you are from Ennosi."

"Then why do you want to see Ni XX?" Zero asked.

Of course Cheng Mo understood what No. 0 was talking about, so he said seriously: "Because you are already on the wrong path."

"Then are you on the right path now?" Zero sneered, "What about liberating all mankind as promised?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and then said: "XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX."

"No matter how you excuse it, the betrayal is true."

"You should know why you failed. On the surface, it was because of country A, but your failure was inevitable and accidental. Many accidents accelerated the failure, such as Chernobyl, such as Afhan. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. In fact, these key

Is it important? It’s not that important.”

Cheng Mo lowered his head and looked at the flames that had begun to burn fiercely, "You fell apart because you abandoned your ideals.

No. 0 stood in the lake breeze without making any move for a long time. Cheng Mo didn't say anything more and just stood opposite No. 0 and waited silently.

When the fire was about to go out, Cheng Mo bent down to pick up some firewood lying nearby and added it to the fire. The flames started to burn again, and the smoke with the smell of pine oil became thicker again.

Zero also started to move. He picked up a bag of salt from the rock next to him and sprinkled it on the salmon that had been chopped into several pieces. He rubbed it casually several times, and then took a large curved piece of tree.

I walked to the lakeside with mangroves, picked up some black mud and spread it on the bark of the tree. I walked back and put the cut salmon together with the green quinoa leaves on the bark of the tree coated with mud.

and finally placed the bark in the center of the fire.

There was a crackling sound in the fire, and soon the aroma of grilled fish was entangled with the aroma of pine oil, and the lake breeze had a greedy smell brewed by the primitive Maillard reaction.

When the fish was almost cooked, No. 0 used two sticks of firewood to pull out the homemade mud oven from the middle of the fire. While the fish was cooling, he sat on the stake next to the fire and took out the clay oven from his waist.

He used a silver knife to sharpen a wooden skewer. At the same time, he asked without raising his head: "Want some?"

"Of course." Cheng Mo replied.

Zero handed the whittled wooden stick to Cheng Mo. He stood up and handed the wooden stake to Cheng Mo. He took the wooden stick and sat on the rock. Generally speaking, fish has little fat, but this big horse

The salmon is particularly fat and the skin is browned, giving it the impression of being grilled.

Cheng Mo stuck a piece of it with a bamboo skewer and took a bite. The taste was very natural, which can only be said to be okay, far from being a delicacy.

Zero ate much faster than Cheng Mo, and he finished off a large piece in two bites. The iron mask on his face was movable at the chin, which did not affect his eating at all, but he looked a little strange, like a robot.

While eating. After finishing the first piece of fish, he inserted the wooden skewer in his hand into another piece of fish, took out a silver wine bottle from his jacket pocket, unscrewed the cap and took a big sip.

"Most of the chosen ones don't care much about history. You are an exception." He handed the silver flask to Cheng Mo, "Would you like a sip of vodka?"

"My father is an anthropologist." Cheng Mo said. When his eyes fell on the silver flask engraved with "Black Eagle" in Zero's hand, his movements froze. Because it was different from the one Li Jiting gave him.

The wine flasks are exactly the same, both in terms of the crystal clear texture and the black eagle that symbolizes Germany.

"What's wrong?" Zero asked.

Cheng Mo took the flask, picked it up and looked at it casually. Under the sunlight, the silver flask didn't look like a metal flask at all. Instead, it looked like a crystal flask, exuding sparkling waves. This feeling was similar to that of Li Jiting.

The one given to him was exactly the same. He was a little surprised, but said calmly: "This wine bottle is very special."

"Yeah." No. 0 said calmly, "It is said that it was used by the head of state."

Cheng Mo's head was "buzzing", as if he was struck by a sharp thunder. The coincidence was not such a coincidence. Even the explanation was the same. He held his breath for a moment, first raised the wine bottle and took a big sip of vodka.

When returning the jug to Zero, he asked casually: "Can I bring this to the Utopia?"

"My grandfather's stuff. In reality, he should also have this thing." Zero screwed on the bottle cap and put the flask beside him, "Actually, most of the things in the Utopia are real, including all the buildings.

Mountains, water, forests, etc., are all one-to-one real objects, and the weather is also transmitted with a twenty-four-hour delay based on the weather in this place."

Cheng Mo was first disappointed because of the origin of the jug, and then was shocked by the real situation of the "Utopia". "It turns out there really is such a place."

"Of course, if not, how could it be so realistic." As he spoke, No. 0 started eating fish pieces again.

"Then do you know where this place is?" Cheng Mo asked tentatively.

Zero shook his head, "I don't know."

"Comrade Vladimir"

"Call me Zero." Zero said. He took another sip of wine and handed the flask to Cheng Mo again. "If you come here because you think my grandpa can help us leave the Utopia, I think you've wasted your efforts.

Already."

Cheng Mo took the wine bottle and asked, "Why?"

"One is because he is an old stubborn and must keep his promise. The other is because even if he is willing to help us, he cannot pass the test of Paul XIV. Unless..."

Cheng Mo took a sip of vodka and returned the flask to Zero, "Unless what?"

"Unless Chloe Delorme hands over the Book of Angels," Zero shook his head and said, "But that's impossible."

"Let's not talk about the possibility that this is impossible." Cheng Mo put down the wooden stick in his hand and pondered for a moment, "I just told you that the enemy is beside us."

"What do you mean by that?" No. 0 asked in hindsight.

Cheng Mo whispered, "The people who stabbed you in the back are Jewish. I want to see that six of the seven oligarchs after the disintegration of the Soviet Union are Jewish. Abramovich, Khodorkovsky,

There are also seven sisters, Gusevsky and Berezovsky, all of whom are Jewish. Perhaps this is not surprising, after all, there are many chosen Jews who can occupy good positions in the upper echelons of the Soviet Union.

But no matter what, the Jews only account for the Soviets

They accounted for 2% of the population, and they accounted for 30% of the top Soviet officials. Remember? Su Cizong first targeted the high-ranking officials of Taiyuan during the great purges, and then after he stepped down, Su Sui, who was recommended by Taiyuan officials,

Zong immediately completely denied his loving father, and then you strode in the direction of total loss of control. After you fell, the international Yuta financial conglomerate and internal Yuta officials cooperated inside and outside to loot your wealth."

These things are not secrets, but people rarely refer to them as conspiracy theories. Cheng Mo only figured it out after getting a reminder from his mother-in-law.

Zero's hand holding the fish piece froze in mid-air. He watched Cheng Mo take a deep breath and said in a shocked tone: "Go on."

Cheng Mo spread his hands, "If we can go out, we should be able to find out more inside stories, but in the Utopia, maybe we can only ask your grandfather what happened back then."

"My grandfather didn't care about politics at all, he only cared about academics."

"Isn't this the lucky thing about Mr. Arnold? If he cared about politics, he should have died in Moscow long ago."

Zero nodded, "Yes." He threw the fish pieces in his hand towards the fire, "If you can get out, I think you wouldn't mind revealing the secrets you have to me."

Cheng Mo said calmly: "To tell you the truth, I have more shocking news in my hand, but it's not convenient to say it now." No. 0 stood up, raised his foot to put out the fire, and put out his big-toed boots.

The flames were quickly extinguished, and he asked without raising his head: "Then can you tell me now how the Clown Sith died?"

Cheng Mo answered bluntly: "I killed him."

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When Cheng Mo rode his bicycle back to the "Winter Palace", it was already afternoon. When he pushed the door open and entered, the room was silent. He pretended that Yan Yitong had left, and he was secretly relieved. However, after taking two steps, he saw

Yan Yitong was sleeping on his side on his bed.

The sun shines through the gauze curtain and onto Yan Yitong's body. Her long raven-colored hair is like water, flowing on the snow-like quilt. Her neck and the tips of her ears, which are like little lotuses, form soft and sharp lines, which makes Mo Mo's breathing quicken involuntarily, as if

I smelled the unique fragrance of a girl. She took off her coat and socks, and her white lotus feet were hanging out of the bed. Her calves were like lotus roots, curled under the blue half-length skirt. Her satin-like skin seemed to be melted by the sun.

He stared intently at Yan Yitong, who was lying among thousands of piles of snow. The beautiful and dewy temperament between his brows was so rare that people couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Cheng Mo felt stiff all over, as if a hole had been torn somewhere by desire.

He didn't know how long it took, but he took a deep breath in his heart, went straight to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water. Maybe it was the sound of rushing water that woke up Yan Yitong. When Cheng Mo returned to the room again, Yan Yitong had already
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