Chapter 118 Wish

There is a room at the other end of the wine cellar. This room is not well lit, shady forest, granite floor, the walls are made of gray stone, and the top is a low round arch, and the two narrow windows are aligned on the ground, facing the Moika River. Two low-height door archs divide the room into two, one is narrower and the other is wider. Big. The narrow one has a door leading to the stairs, and the first platform of the stairs has a door facing the yard. Continue to go up to the study on the first floor. The ebony staircase leading to the book room is not wide and is in the shape of a screw.

At this time, the semi-basement that originally looked like a gloomy forest had just been renovated. It looked very much like a living room. No one could see that this was an abandoned semi-basement. The workers covered their carpets and hung curtains. To get to this room, they had to pass through the narrow room first. Here, in two not-deep niches, there are two large Chinese red glazed porcelain vases, lined with dark gray walls, as if they were two dazzling rubies, which are unusually beautiful.

When the workers moved the old furniture from the warehouse, Duke Yuposuf began to decorate the room. The blackened leather carved chairs, several ebony cabinets with multiple drawers, the bulky oak high-backed comfort chairs, a few small tables scattered, and a large ivory goblet on the flower tablecloth. And all kinds of works of art. Among these furnitures, there is a Seiko-inlaid cabinet, which is made of a maze of mirrors and bronze columns. In the cabinet is a crystal and silver crucifix, which is a product of Italy in the 17th century.

There is also a large red granite fireplace on the wall. There are several gilded goblet cups, glazed porcelain plates and a set of ebony carved statues on the mantelpiece. The ground is covered with a Persian carpet, and the cabinet with the crucifix of Jesus is placed in the corner of the house, where there is also a large piece of polar bear skin.

A table was placed in the middle of the room. The table was also made of ebony. Looking at the table, Duke Yubosuf's expression changed slightly, and his eyes were full of a sense of resolute sense of mission. He knew that the demon monk would soon drink his last tea here.

"Aksheye, I have guests in the evening. Prepare tea for six people at 11 p.m. and buy more biscuits and sweet pies. After you have the tea ready, you can go to the duty room and wait there. Don't come here again, understand?"

Seeing that everything was ready, Duke Yubosuf ordered the housekeeper. In addition to all this being prepared, he has to go to Prince Mikhail's palace for dinner. The prince's wife is now in China, so his friends always like to go to the prince's place. The dinner is as lively as usual, but the Duke of Yuposuf is not in any mood. He is in a state of mind. He looks at his pocket watch from time to time, and the time is getting closer and closer.

In the morning, he had made an appointment with Rasputin at eleven o'clock tonight, and their friends had also summoned up the courage to kill the demon monk who was about to destroy the whole of Russia today.

After hurriedly finishing dinner, Duke Yubosuf did not chat with the prince and others, but returned home directly. After he returned home, he immediately asked the servants to start preparing for the guests. Soon, a cup of tea cooker and all kinds of cakes and candies were prepared on the table, which were all what Rasputin liked. West, there is a plate on a cabinet full of all kinds of famous wine and wine glasses, which is also Rasputin's favorite.

After the servants left, Youbosuf looked at the room and the interior array in the house alone. The stained glass lamp shone on the room from the top, the thick crimson curtains had been put down, and the granite fireplace caught fire, although the room was almost on the ground. It is very gloomy, but today, due to the bright lighting and the appropriate arrangement, it looks very comfortable. At the same time, the silence at the bottom creates a mysterious and isolated atmosphere. No matter what happens here, it can escape people's eyes and be buried in this room forever.

The bell rang. Listening to the bell, Yubosuf knew that it was Dmitri? Pavlovich? Grand Duke Romanov, Prishkiewicz, a right-wing member of the State Duma, and his close friends, Captain Suhokin and doctors, have arrived.

When Yusuf went out to meet them, he noticed that everyone seemed extremely nervous.

"Yusuf, how's it going? Are you ready?"

Perhaps because of the tension, everyone's voice is very high. Yusupov nodded, and his nerves were also extremely nervous. This was his home. It was he who proposed to set a trap here, and he was using his wife, Irina, as bait.

After everyone entered the restaurant, the interior furnishings only surprised everyone. The prince was particularly surprised, because when he came to this room yesterday, it was still an empty basement. After entering the restaurant, people stood silently for a long time, looked at the room where the demon monk was about to be buried.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's go!"

As Yusupov spoke, he took out a box of poison from the maze cabinet and picked up a plate of pies from the table. There were six, three chocolates and three almonds. Dr. Razowell put on his gloves, picked up the stick-shaped potassium cyanide, pinched it into powder, removed a layer of skin on the chocolate pie, and put poison enough to poison ten war horses in each cake.

While the doctor was preparing, everyone in the room held their breath nervously. They stared at the doctor's movements nervously, and no one made a sound. The other one also needs to put the poison into the prepared wine glass. The gold-plated wine glass with patterns can hold a lot of poison, because the long-term volatilization of the poison may lead to failure, so the dose of the poison is very large.

"Duke, the poison in this glass alone is enough to poison a few elephants!"

In order to be realistic, after the doctor finished the preparation, they even deliberately drank tea in the room. After drinking the cup, they put the cup casually, as if they had just drunk tea.

"At that time, I will tell him that when there are guests at home, they drink tea in the restaurant, and then everyone goes upstairs. As for me, sometimes I stay alone, reading or doing other things!"

While talking, his eyes were dry and looked at the polar bear skin not far from the fireplace. The bear skin looked a little messy, as if someone was rolling on it. Everyone immediately smiled and obviously understood what he meant, while Captain Suhokin went to the bear skin and smelled it first, and then said.

"Maybe I should borrow Irina's perfume and spray it a little!"

"That's a good idea, but Irina has gone to Crimea. Just look for any perfume!"

Looking at his friends and looking at the time again, Yusuf arranged again.

"After I leave, you go upstairs to my study, turn on the phonograph, and play some happy records. This may keep the person in a cheerful mood, so as to dispel his doubts..."

Despite everything arranged, Yusupov was still worried that Rasputin would be suspicious when he saw the basement.

After everything was ready, Dr. Yusupov and Dr. Lazovelt left the house. The doctor changed into the driver's clothes and went to start the "B Mustang" parked in front of the side door of the yard. The Russian Mustang is very popular, because this kind of car is not like American and European cars. You need to wear a leather jacket in winter. The upper leather hat and the heating from the engine can make the car extremely warm.

After Yusupov got on the car, the car started. When the car left the palace, a series of ideas came to Yusupov's mind. All kinds of ideas and dangers were finally replaced by hope for the future. On the way to Rasputin, these few minutes of thinking made him calm down.

The car stopped in front of Building 64, Gorohowaya Street, and Longsubov walked into the yard and was immediately stopped by the doorman.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Grigory? Yefimovich!"

The keeper looked at him with some distrust. Finally, he put him in, went upstairs, came to Rasputin's door, and he rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?"

It was the elder's voice, and his heart trembled when he heard it.

"Grigory? Yefimovich, I'm here to pick you up!"

Longbosuf replied.

The door is open, it's Rasputin!

After entering the room, Long Supov felt as if someone was staring at him. He instinctively turned up his collar and pressed his hat down.

"Why are you so cover-up?"

The man's behavior in front of him made Rasputin feel a little funny, and he was not the only one who betrayed his wife for power. There was nothing worth covering up.

"Didn't we say we wouldn't let anyone know about today?"

When Long Supov said this, he was annoyed. In order to set this trap, he even used his "wife" as bait, although it was just a reason.

"Yes... I didn't tell anyone else, and I sent all the spies away! Let's go! I'm going to get dressed!"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the stairwell when the two went downstairs, but it was dark around them.

"It's better now!"

Rasputin looked at Yusupov, who was a little nervous around him, and said that when any man dedicates his wife and daughter to another man for the first time, his heart will always be a little unnatural, and appropriate comfort is always appropriate.

Thinking that he would soon be able to conquer the arrogant beauty, Rasputin's heart was proud, and the beauty of power suddenly filled his heart. After the two went downstairs, they quickly got into the car. In the car, Yusuf stared at the street from the back window, searching for a spy who was watching here, but there was no one in the dark street.

The car was driving on the road, and Rasputin was still the pale appearance of the monk in the car, but when the car drove to the yard of Long Supov on the Muika, the moment the car stopped, looking at the building with the lights on, his heart beat rapidly. Although I feel a little abnormal, in Rasputin's opinion, maybe I have been looking forward to that woman for too long!

(to be continued)