War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1137 A Muscovite named Mesut

On the third day after coming to Kobe, Wei Ran used a first-class ticket to Sapporo and a thick wad of tips to send him away. After eating, drinking and having fun, Marta, a beautiful translator who did alibi for several days, then Then he, Jima and Maya boarded the private jet driven by Aliri.

After a short flight, when the plane landed in Vladivostok, Wei Ran immediately pulled Jima away from Maya, who was about to return to Kazan, and transferred to the cargo plane that was waiting for them in advance, and flew to Inta.

"If I had known earlier, I would not have accepted these two gold bars."

In the cabin of the cargo plane, while knocking on the two gold bars in his hand, Jima complained shamelessly, "Victor, my good brother, how could you have the heart to let me and my Ma?"

"Help me for a few days, and I'll take you and your Maya to Australia."

Wei Ran offered a chip, "Sui Sui and other girls will most likely go there too. Ji Ma, my good brother, Australia is a warm and good place, with sunshine, sandy beaches, and Biki."

"My half-brother, even if you want to steal Comrade Lenin and sell him, I will help you!" Jima immediately changed his tone, patted his chest and made a promise.

After fooling Jima, the two put on noise-canceling headphones and eye masks and immediately started to catch up on sleep.When the transport plane landed safely and smoothly at the airport near the hot spring camp, Ji Ma, who was already biting the hook, immediately greeted Wei Ran to get into an An-6 plane that Misha helped prepare, and after taking off lightly, it flew straight to on the east side of the Gulal Mountains.

Compared with the time it took Wei Ran and Mesut to rush from the Yenisei River to the wild tundra 150 kilometers east of the Ob River, this An-6 was produced at almost the same time as Mesut's escape time. The transport plane flew eastward from the hot spring camp in less than two hours, flew over the Ural Mountains and the frozen Ob River, and flew over the coordinate point provided by Wei Ran at a low altitude.

Under the cooperative control of the two brothers, the transport plane using a skid landed smoothly on the frozen tributary of the Ob River against the bitter cold wind and the turbulent aurora.

"You go to the military base first." Wei Ran said before opening the hatch, "wait for my message to fly here to pick me up at any time."

"This ghost place is not safe." Jima reminded loudly through the communication headset, "There are weapons in the tail compartment, take one."

"Do not worry"

As Wei Ran spoke, he turned and walked to the tail cabin, opened the hatch and casually took out a double-barreled shotgun, and then took out a cowhide bullet belt with more than a dozen bullets fixed on it, then tore off the communication headset and threw it away. He opened the hatch with a pair of skis in his arms.

Watching Wei Ran run away on his skis, Ji Ma called Misha, who came with him, to close the hatch, and steered the transport plane to take off along the river. After some circling, it flew to the km of abandoned military bases.

On the cold and windy tundra, Wei Ran glanced at the An-6 aircraft that was flying farther and farther and finally completely disappeared from sight, silently took off the skis, took out the half-track motorcycle that had not been used for a long time, and guided by the satellite map Next, with the roar of the engine, it creaked and drove to the coordinate point provided by the metal book.

With a distance of less than 10 kilometers, when Wei Ran, who was exhausted from traveling and traveling, stopped the car and raised his binoculars, he couldn't help but sighed.

At this time, only 200 meters away from him was the round stone house.

It's just that time has passed, and now this stone house has been buried by snow, leaving only the incomplete conical roof-it has been abandoned for a long time.

Putting away the camera, Wei Ran steered the half-track motorcycle to crush the not-so-thick snow, and finally stopped at the door of the round stone house.

"boom!"

While putting away the half-track motorcycle, Wei Ran pulled the trigger of the double-barreled shotgun that he brought towards the top of his head, then reloaded the bullet, and then carefully pushed open the door that was about to fall off with the muzzle of the gun. wooden door.

It's a pity that although the stone wall around this house is still solid with a thickness of half a meter, the inside is completely deserted.

Wherever he looked, he even saw a brown bear whose limbs and head had been skinned and chopped off, and several skinned wolf carcasses were thrown randomly on a tattered table by the fireplace.

Shaking his head secretly, Wei Ran stepped on the skis again, and slid to the original cave according to his memory.

Although more than half a century has passed, the cave that was bombed and collapsed can still be seen today. Most importantly, there is a simple tombstone carved with stones.

Taking out the engineer shovel and digging away the snow around the tombstone, Wei Ran couldn't help being stunned. There was only a crooked Russian word inscribed on the tombstone—a Muscovite named Mesut

Obviously, this tombstone should have been left by the Nenets couple.

No need to think about it, Wei Ran will definitely not dig this cave. It is better for Mr. Mesut to do this excavation work worth 15 Euros.

As for now, it is natural to rest and go back home.

However, before he could decide whether to simply set up a tent or endure the dystocia and take out the transport vehicle, Xia Shushi, who was far away in China, dialed his satellite phone.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran found a big rock against the wind and sat down, connected to the satellite phone and asked.

"Where do you put it?" Xia Shushi asked, "Calling your phone shows that it cannot be connected."

"The Arctic Circle in Siberia is preparing to dig the graves of German devils." Wei Ran asked back, "What's wrong? What do you want from me?"

"You can hold back nonsense"

Xia Shushi obviously didn't believe in Wei Ran's rare truth, and said angrily, "Brother, you probably forgot about Mr. Simpson, right? The old man called me just now and asked about the two brothers Where is the progress of the investigation?"

"Mr. Simpson? He went back?"

"How can"

Xia Shushi shook his head helplessly, "Still foolishly waiting for news from us in the capital, I heard from his Tang translator that this old man has even written several wills.

Right now, this is half a month later than the agreed time. If the two of us procrastinate, this old man may even have arranged for him to be buried in a coffin of any color. "

Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help grinning. Although he couldn't tell Xia Shushi and that Simpson the truth, the latter chose to meet him and entrusted him with the second photo album. He grasped it as a life-saving straw.

Now it's mid-December, and it's been a month and a half since I've been hanging out with the other party, and I really helped the other party put an end to those two albums.

What's more, he was actually far more curious than Mr. Simpson whether the woman in those burnt photos was the missing American female explorer.

Thinking of this, Wei Ran asked with a smile, "Let's not talk about me first, have you found anything in your investigation?"

“Nothing of value”

Although Xia Shushi on the other end of the phone said so, his tone was unavoidably complacent, "However, I found a wanted list issued by the Brisbane Port Police in Australia in 1957, and I also found the information about the whaling that happened at the time. The nature of the homicide on the ship, guess what? I told you hey, this is so funny, it was the same at the time.”

"A total of 28 are wanted, all of them are devil sailors. The case is characterized as internal strife caused by illegal whaling and uneven distribution of spoils." Wei Ran asked with a smile, "Am I right?"

"You also found out?" Xia Shushi grinned.

"I found it, and I also found out that the whaling ship was called Nagatsuka Maru, and I also found a photo of the scene where the captain was dismembered."

"You can." Xia Shushi asked with great interest, "What else did you find?"

Looking at the satellite phone in his hand, Wei Ran thought for a while and said, "I did find some clues, so, you can help me and ask Mr. Simpson if he still has his at home. What about his? Then What are the two sailors' names?"

"His father, Karan," Xia Shushi reminded helplessly, "and Chris's father, Hugo."

"Yes, it's these two. In your name, ask Mr. Simpson if there are any relics of Karan or Mr. Hugo in his house. I want to see if there are any clues that we have overlooked."

After a short pause, Wei Ran added additionally, "The key question is, did one of these two people ever own a 12-gauge shotgun.

Don't get me wrong, I meant to ask in your name, Mr. Callan, Mr. Simpson's father, and Mr. Hugo, if anyone ever had a 12 gauge shotgun. "

"Do you really have a clue?" Xia Shushi obviously realized something from this sentence.

"You ask first"

Wei Ran reminded again with a smile, "You must make it clear to him that it is Mr. Karan's or Mr. Hugo's 12-gauge shotgun."

"Okay, let me ask." Xia Shushi readily agreed, "If so"

"If so, you may need to invite me to go to Australia together, and you need his help to handle the immigration procedures for us."

Wei Ran said, "Also, you may need to test fire that 12-gauge shotgun. Remember, it's you, not me. I'm the helper you invited to find clues. What I just said is all You investigated it."

"Understood, I'll call him right away. If there is really the shotgun you mentioned, I'll invite you to go with me then." Xia Shushi promised vowedly.

"so be it"

Wei Ran glanced at the surging aurora above his head, "I'll wait for your news. If you have that weapon, you must ask Mr. Simpson to keep it well, don't move it around, and don't need to do any maintenance. This is the key."

"Fine"

Although Xia Shushi didn't understand what Wei Ran was going to do, he still responded again and hung up the phone.

"How did he say?"

In the capital of China, in a detached villa next to a reservoir in the suburbs, Qin II, who was smoking a cigarette, hurriedly asked without waiting for Xia Shushi to put down his phone.

"He seems to have found some key clues"

Xia Shushi helplessly threw the phone on the sofa, "But he didn't explain in detail, he just asked me to contact Simpson."

As he spoke, Xia Shushi described Wei Ran's weird request just now.

"It seems that Brother Wei Ran has found the sufferer," Qin Ershi said with almost certainty.

"What are you talking about?" Xia Shushi didn't understand, so he looked at Qin Ershi who had a snot on his face.

"Brother Wei Ran must have found the sufferer, the family of the murdered captain."

Qin Ershi repeated, pointing to a particularly bloody photo between the two of them and said, "I asked Brother Yang before, and he said that the head was hit by a troll, what does that mean?

This shows that Wei Ran must have obtained the key physical evidence. It has been so many years, who will keep the evidence?It must be the victim's family. "

"Why didn't you say that just now?" Xia Shushi asked dissatisfied.

"No, you said the photo is too bloody and you don't want to see it?"

Qin Ershi lit a cigarette angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get in touch with that old Xin from Australia, and ask when you can go to his big farm, and then I will go with you."

"Are you going with me?"

Xia Shushi looked at Qin Ershi in surprise, "No, wait a minute, I wanted to ask just now, why are you and me going? Being a target?"

"Hiding my little aunt, didn't I go to Ryukyu two days ago, good guy, these two days my sister and my brother-in-law are looking for me all over the world to take me to the hemorrhoids, otherwise how can I hide here Come?"

Qin Ershi waved his hands with lingering fear, and then went gossip again, lowered his voice and winked and said, "Let me tell you, my little aunt is definitely in love with Wei Ran. She has asked me a lot these two days. I don’t know why Brother Wei Ran went to the Devil’s side.”

"And this thing?!"

Xia Shushi suddenly became interested, and asked about the story between his little aunt and his good brother with a gossipy face, so that he completely forgot to call Mr. Simpson who was waiting hard.

(End of this chapter)