The next morning, outside the police station, in a restaurant with rich Russia characteristics.
On the table were crunchy pancakes, Big Grandma, all kinds of fried food, as well as exquisite pastries and porridge.
The restaurant wasn't very lively, but there were still a few tables of customers.
The elegant "night outside Moscow" was playing in the room, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
"I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget the night outside Moscow ..."
Cui Lizhu hummed along to the music and said,
"When I was a child, when I came to Manzhou with my father, the shops also played this song. I didn't expect that after so many years, this song still hasn't become outdated!"
"A classic will always be a classic ..." Ran Tao said as he took a big bite of his beer."I'm so cold. Wasn't it-40 degrees Celsius last night?"
"I feel like I'm so cold that I can't even drop any dregs!"
