The two entered the building, and when pressing the floor in the elevator, Victoria looked at Sokov and asked: "Misha, are you going home directly, or are you going to my house first and then going back?"
Sokov thought for a while and realized that he had spent enough time outside today. If he didn't go home as soon as possible, Anna might be worried, so he said decisively: "I'll go home directly. I'll go visit Li when I have time tomorrow."
Da.”
"Okay." Victoria nodded, and then pressed the buttons for two different floors.
As soon as Sokov opened the door, Anna appeared in front of him, jumped directly into his arms, and said with a worried look: "Misha, you are finally back. I was worried that something would happen to you."
"What can happen to me?" Sokov said with a smile: "It's just a trip to Hoflin Hospital, and I'm not alone."
"Who went with you?"
"Officer Victoria downstairs." Sokov gently patted Anna on the back: "As long as she goes with me, there will definitely be no danger."
"You haven't had dinner yet," Anna said, holding Sokov's hand toward the kitchen and saying, "You must be starving, hurry up and try my cooking skills."
When Sokov sat at the kitchen table to eat, Anna sat next to him, holding her chin in her hands, staring at Sokov as he ate.
Sokov felt a little embarrassed. He stopped and asked, "Anna, what are you looking at me for?"
"Tell me, why did you ask Victoria Police Officer to accompany you to Hoflin Hospital today?"
Although Anna tried her best to ask questions in a calm tone, Sokov could still feel the sour smell in it. He smiled and said: "Have you forgotten that it was the police who called me and asked me to come over. If I were alone
When I went there, when the other party saw that I was a foreigner, they would think that I was a big fat sheep and they might blackmail me. But when I went there with the Victoria police officer, the situation was different. The other party saw that there was a police officer with me.
, they will have scruples in their hearts no matter what they want to do.”
"Oh, that's it." Anna nodded and continued to ask: "Do you have any news about Baharov and the others?"
"No." Sokov shook his head and said seriously: "The police conducted a comprehensive search of the hospital building, but still found no trace of them. I guess there are too few people responsible for the search, and the hospital is too large.
It’s so big, there may be some hidden passages that the people in charge of the search didn’t discover at all.”
"You mean, maybe they entered some hidden passage?" Anna asked, "Like the underground fortification we explored on Victory Day?"
"I think it should be like this." Sokov nodded and said: "With Baharov's adventurous character, maybe they really found a hidden passage in the hospital that no one found, and then after entering, they
I haven't been able to come out."
Anna tried hard to recall the discovery process of the underground fortification, and felt that what Sokov said was reasonable. Baharov's group of friends who like to explore can even discover fortifications that have been hidden underground for decades. The one at Hovlin Hospital
In a place full of legends, it seems not impossible to find a secret passage that no one knows about.
After thinking for a while, she looked at Sokov and asked: "Misha, when can they come out?"
"I don't know." Sokov spread his hands and said helplessly: "Unless they have had enough fun in there and find it no longer interesting, they might come out. Before that, I'm afraid no one can find them.
Where?"
Although he was saying this, Sokov was muttering to himself: "Did they happen to encounter a wormhole and travel to other eras? The last time he traveled, although he stayed in the 1940s for several years,
But only a few hours have passed here. Based on this ratio, Baharov and the others have been in that unknown era for more than ten or twenty years."
After dinner, Sokov entered the study alone again. While checking information, he also looked at the full-length mirror in the corner from time to time, secretly hoping that the scene calling him would appear in it again. But regrettably, the mirror did not work at all.
No reaction at all.
It was late at night, and it was not until Anna urged him several times that Sokov reluctantly left the study.
The next day I drove to the market. As soon as I opened the store door, Xiao Ma from the opposite door ran over: "Brother, are you free later?"
Sokov didn't know what the other party wanted from him, so he didn't dare to agree easily, so he asked cautiously: "What's the matter?"
"It's like this. I heard that there is a famous flea market in the city. Can you take me to see it?"
Hearing the other party's request, Sokov seemed very embarrassed. Lao Wu's family originally did not hire employees, and Lao Wu originally looked after the store alone. After Xiao Ma came, Lao Wu left the store to him to manage, and he managed it every day.
He came here for a walk around noon and left early. If he took Pony to the flea market, it would mean asking Lao Wu to come and check out the store, and he might be unhappy. It was for this reason that he
He said cautiously: "I think it's better to wait until your uncle comes and get his permission before we go to the flea market."
But Xiao Ma obviously didn't notice the hesitation in Sokov's eyes, and said happily: "Well, when my uncle comes, I will tell him."
The full name of the flea market Xiaoma mentioned is Izmailova Antique Market. Chinese people like to call it by its Russian transliteration of an ant. It is usually open on Wednesdays and Sundays. It was originally just a very ordinary handicraft market.
It sells low-grade oil paintings, matryoshka dolls, etc., which are deeply loved by the Chinese people who first came to Russia. Later, as more and more Chinese people visited the market, the types of handicrafts became more and more complete, and the quality gradually improved.
Buy military uniforms and accessories from the last century, dresses, kerosene lamps, tableware, silverware, toys, samovars, irons, old picture frames and many other interesting things.
After Lena went to work, she pestered Sokov about yesterday's trip to Hovlin Hospital. After telling Lena what happened, Sokov took out his phone and took a look. He was worried that the police had found Khabarov.
When I called to inform them of their whereabouts, the call was not answered.
But it did not show any missed calls, indicating that the police had not found Khabarov and the others. Sokov could not help but feel worried. It had been more than 30 hours since Khabarov and the others had been missing, and there was still no news. Could it be that they had really traveled through time?
Which unknown era has passed?
Lao Wu came to the market just before noon. After listening to Xiao Ma's request, he showed an unhappy look on his face.
Sokov stood opposite and saw the change in Lao Wu's expression. He was still a little uneasy. He was worried that he would be misfortune and make Lao Wu think that Xiao Ma wanted to go to the flea market and that he was the one who instigated it. After all, as soon as Xiao Ma left, Lao Wu
He had to stay and look after the store, which meant that he could no longer wander around, and he would definitely be unhappy.
Sure enough, after a while, Lao Wu came over. When he entered the door, he asked Sokov: "Xiao Lin, is this the flea market you mentioned to my nephew?"
Sokov shook his head quickly and tried his best to clear the relationship to avoid any bad thoughts in Lao Wu's mind: "He asked on his own initiative. Didn't you mention it to him at home? Otherwise, how could he know that there was a flea market.
You know, many people have been coming here for five or six years, and they don’t even know whether the flea market’s gate faces east or west.”
Hearing what Sokov said, Lao Wu couldn't say anything else. He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and said hesitantly: "My nephew wants to go to the flea market now. I wonder if you would like to take him there."
"If you don't object, I can take him there to see him for a long time."
According to Lao Wu's idea, today is Sunday, the busiest day for business. There is only one employee left in Sokov's store. He will definitely not want to take his nephew on this trip. Then he can
He justifiably rejected his nephew Xiaoma's request. But what he didn't expect was that Sokov agreed without hesitation, which made him feel a little unable to step down.
"Okay then, I'll ask him to go with you."
In ten minutes, Sokov drove his vehicle and took Pony to a flea market dozens of kilometers away.
On the way, Xiao Ma asked curiously: "Brother, I have read some posts, written by those who came to Moscow after the collapse of the Soviet Union. They said that taking daily necessities to Russia, taking the international train, every stop along the way
, there are local people who buy goods. When they arrive in Moscow, the goods they carry are turned into cash. Then they use the cash to buy stamps or antiques at the flea market and take them back home to sell. They go back and forth once every 20 days or a month.
They can all make a lot of money. Are these things true?"
"Well, it should be true." Although Sokov has never experienced it, he has heard their stories from more than one businessman who came to Russia for comparison. What Xiao Ma said is basically consistent, so he clicked
The head said: "Russia was short of supplies back then, and our products were in high demand, so we naturally had no worries about selling them."
Hearing what Sokov said, Xiao Ma seemed very excited: "Then let's go to the flea market today, are there any chances to pick up some?"
"If it was when the Soviet Union just disintegrated, people at that time would sell off many valuable things in their homes in order to make ends meet." Sokov said to him: "If you went to the flea market at that time, you might have a chance to pick something up. But.
Now more than thirty years have passed, and such opportunities to make money have long since disappeared.”
Although Sokov had made it clear, Xiao Ma still asked reluctantly: "I can't find the antique, but what about the stamps?"
"Of course not anymore." Sokov continued: "I remember that someone bought a toothless souvenir sheet of "Mei Lanfang's Stage Art" at a flea market for 1 dollar. At that time, the domestic market price was probably 3 dollars.
About ten thousand yuan.”
Xiao Ma's eyes widened in surprise: "What, he bought a toothless souvenir sheet for only 1 dollar. This person must be very lucky. According to the exchange rate of 1:8.5 at that time, 30,000 yuan is equivalent to 3,500 US dollars.
."
After a pause, he asked cautiously: "Brother, I know it is impossible to pick up a stamp like Mei Lanfang's souvenir sheet nowadays. But what about other stamps? What are their prices?"
Sokov poured cold water on him again: "There are indeed people selling stamps in the flea market, mainly special stamps from the 1950s and 1960s. The common ones include "Goldfish", "Huangshan", "Butterfly" and "Peony"
Big packages like "Flowers"."
"Big ticket package?" Hearing the unfamiliar terminology, Xiao Ma showed a confused expression on his face: "What is a big ticket package?"
"A large set usually refers to a set of more than 10 pieces. For example, "Goldfish" has a set of 12 pieces, "Butterfly" has a set of 20 pieces, "Peony" has a set of 18 pieces, and "Huangshan" has a set of 18 pieces.
Set of 16 pieces.”
"Brother, you know so much. Have you collected stamps before?"
"Well, yes, I have collected stamps." After giving the other party a positive reply, Sokov reminded him: "Although these stamps can be seen in the flea market, the prices are very high.
A set can cost as little as three or four hundred US dollars, or as much as thousands of US dollars. If you just buy it for collection, it doesn't matter. But if you want to use it for investment, then you don't need to, and it will be difficult to sell it if you buy it."
Arriving outside the flea market, Sokov found a place to park his car and took Pony through the side door so that he didn't have to buy a ticket.
Walking into the flea market, Xiao Ma looked at the dazzling array of products on the stalls on both sides, his eyes overwhelmed. He pointed at the colorful matryoshka dolls and asked: "Brother, are these all Russian specialties?"
"Yes, matryoshka dolls are indeed a specialty of Russia." Sokov said with a smile: "But most of the matryoshka dolls in this market are actually produced in Northeast China."
Xiao Ma, who was holding a matryoshka doll and looking at it carefully, heard what Sokov said and quickly put down the matryoshka doll in his hand: "If these matryoshka dolls are all produced in China, then forget it. Bringing them all the way to others
I ordered the gifts and went back, but when others saw them, they realized they were made in China, so I was completely embarrassed."
The two continued to walk forward. Xiao Ma looked at the rusty cannonballs of various calibers displayed on the stall next to him, and asked with some guilt: "Brother, are these cannonballs real?"
"Yes, it's true." Sokov nodded and said: "Many artillery shells were dug out by the Diggers from the battlefields of the Great Patriotic War, and the fuses have been basically removed, so you don't have to worry about sudden explosions.
"
"Oh, that's it, it scared me."
Xiao Ma walked a few steps forward and was suddenly attracted by the military uniforms hanging on a stall on the right. Two sets of military uniforms were hung on the pillars of the stall, one was a black SS uniform, and the other was a Soviet uniform.
Army uniform.
Xiao Ma walked over and saw many medals on the stall, including various Soviet medals and the German Iron Cross. There were also bundles of new military uniforms piled in the stall. He turned around and asked: "Brother, these
Are everything real?"
Sokov said with this expression: "The Great Patriotic War ended in May 1945, and it is now 2018. Do you think that after 73 years, a military uniform can still be so new, as if it just came out of a clothing factory?"
?”
Hearing what Sokov said, Xiao Ma immediately realized that the military uniforms sold at this stall should be imitations, not leftovers from the Great Patriotic War. But he still asked unwillingly: "Is it true that the military uniforms sold at this stall are all replicas?"
None of it is true?"
"There may still be real things." Sokov pointed to an M35 helmet in the corner that was one-third rusted and said: "That tattered German helmet may have been produced more than seventy years ago.
