War Photographer's Notebook

In the middle of the night, when the wine bottle in Captain Fernando's hand rolled from the table to the chair with a clattering sound, it rolled from the chair to the floor, and finally stayed in a puddle of vomit that I don't know who came from When things were going on, the banquet, which lasted nearly three hours, finally came to an end.

"Hugo, Victor."

The first mate, who barely kept awake, hiccupped and ordered arrogantly, "You two go and send the captain back to the room, and put him in hiccups! Put on pajamas!"

"I'll take you back to your room"

Before Wei Ran and Hugo agreed or refused, Valoro took the initiative to support the first officer who stood up wobbly.

Raising his eyebrows, Hugo, who had only drank two glasses of beer, winked at Karan before getting up and saying, "We'll send Mr. Captain back to his room."

"The knot is over"

The first officer picked up the whistle in his jacket pocket and blew, "Everyone, go back to your room to rest. Karan, you, you stay and clean up."

With that said, the first officer walked out of the dining room first with the support of Waloro.Back and forth, Wei Ran, who also only drank two glasses of beer just now, and Hugo helped Fernando, who was already lying on the table, out of the restaurant, and stepped on the stairs to the captain's cabin with difficulty.

"This is too slow," Hugo whispered, "Victor, let's hurry up."

"Walk"

Before the words were finished, the two of them exerted their strength at the same time, each dragging an arm, like dragging a dead pig, dragging the captain who was drinking fragments to go up.

Arriving at the door of the captain's cabin in one breath, Wei Ran took out a bunch of keys from Fernando, no, from the pocket of Nagatsuka's trousers, and opened the locked hatch.

Almost subconsciously glanced at the desk, Wei Ran's heart also tugged. Under the desk lamp emitting warm light, there was really a photo album, an open photo album - just like the Hanni of the later generations As Mr. Bar Simpson narrated.

"Ouch!" Just as he entered the door, Nagatsuka Joji vomited out without warning.

"I knew I drank too much"

Hugo muttered in dissatisfaction, and dragged Nagatsuka Joji roughly towards the bed, letting his shoes and trousers slip through the pool of stinky vomit.

Throwing Nagatsuka who had been drinking the fragments on the bed, Hugo picked up a blanket and wiped his hands, and sighed as he looked at the room, "This room has air conditioning, which is really enviable. Look at these photos, These girls are so sexy!"

"yes"

Wei Ran nodded absent-mindedly, and watched Hugo throw away the blanket in his hand, and picked up the samurai sword on the table casually.

However, just as he was about to draw the knife out of its sheath, he was stunned. Then, he dropped the knife in his hand and looked in disbelief at the photo album on the table that was shrouded in the light of the desk lamp!
"Hannibal!"

Hugo let out an unbelievable exclamation, and the whole person couldn't help but retreat, and then fell down on the chair.The command knife in his hand also hit the floor with a "clang".

But soon, he struggled to stand up again, moved to the edge of the lamp, bent down to get closer, and carefully looked at the photos in the album.

In this black-and-white photo, there is a beheaded soldier, standing beside him is Nagatsuka Joji wearing glasses, holding a samurai sword with a crazy smile on his face—the bed next to him is drinking Broken Captain Fernando!

Trembling and turning the page, Hugo said in a terrified cry, "You... why are you here? How did this happen."

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran, who knew what happened, finally approached and asked.

Subconsciously shivering, Hugo frantically flipped forward a page of the album, pointed to the beheaded person in the photo and said, "Hannibal, he is Hannibal Simpson, Karan's brother I told you about him, do you remember?"

"Remember." Wei Ran nodded, "a radio communication soldier."

"Yes, yes! A radio communication soldier!" Hugo wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes in a panic, "Why?"

Sighing secretly, Wei Ran didn't say anything, just turned around and walked to the door, closed the cabin door and locked it by the way.

After all this back and forth, Hugo finally noticed, jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and looked at the captain who was sleeping on the bed like a dead pig with a shocked face.

Picking up the photo album in disbelief, Hugo pulled the lamp over and pointed it at the captain's face.

"Hehe. Hahahaha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Hugo threw away the lamp in his hand, and while laughing, he closed the photo album and threw it on the table with a "snap!"

Under Wei Ran's gaze, the tearful, obviously smiling, but sounding hopeless and angry sailor slowly bent down and picked up the samurai sword at his feet, pulled out the scabbard and threw it away casually. Then he held the handle of the knife with both hands and lifted it up.

"wait a minute"

Wei Ran called out to Hugo before the other party exerted force, "It's too cheap for him, and should we go and see the situation on Valoro's side first? Anyway, he can't run away after drinking like this .”

After hesitating for a moment, Hugo slowly lowered his raised katana, "Yes, you are right, Victor, you are right! Let's go, let's go find Valoro!"

"You go downstairs first." Wei Ran pointed to the drunk on the bed, "I'll tie him up first."

"Hurry up!" Hugo said, and quickly ran out of the captain's room with the samurai sword in hand.

Locking the door again, Wei Ran grabbed Nagatsuka Rōji's chin with his hand, lifted and pulled it, and easily removed his chin.

Stimulated by the severe pain, the captain who drank the fragments barely regained consciousness, but before he could see what happened, Wei Ran had already picked up the towel that was used as a rag on the table and stuffed it into its mouth.

Ignoring the gradually clear-eyed Nagatsuka Jangji, Wei Ran squeezed his elbow joints and then his knee joints as quickly as possible, completely cutting off the mobility of the demon Nagatsuka Jangji .

Finally, he pulled out his belt and looked at the brass plate fixed on it. Wei Ran smiled gently at the captain who liked photography, and used the belt to strangle the towel in his mouth.

Shaking the key chain in his hand towards the other party, Wei Ran went straight to the side of the safe, pried it open easily, and then opened the door.

As expected, there was only a Browning Hi-Power pistol and a few thick stacks of Australian pounds and US dollars in the safe.

After searching for a while to make sure there was no interlayer in the safe, Wei Ran immediately opened the wooden door of the darkroom with the key, and then opened the safe at the end of the room familiarly.

Carefully opened the door of the cabinet, and the things in this small safe were extraordinarily weird. On the bottom layer was a canine skull, and there was a round bullet mark on the back of the skull.

On the middle floor, there are some sundries.

Among these sundries, there is a translucent comb that seems to be made of tortoise shell, carved and inlaid with various patterns, a wooden kendama, and a long strip that seems to be more than 20 centimeters long, less than five centimeters long. Centimeter wide black oval cylinder.In the end, there are two photo frames that are buckled together and laid flat.

Picking up the elliptical column with bamboo branches all over the body and looking at it, Wei Ran tried to pull it out, but found that it was a chopstick holder, and what was inside was just a pair of exquisitely crafted Japanese chopsticks and a pair of chopsticks. Just a wooden spoon.

Throwing this broken thing in, Wei Ran picked up the two photo frames.

In the frame above is a woman in a kimono with Japanese hair and heavy makeup.The woman held a not-so-big devil hemorrhoid flag in her hand, and a ribbon was slung across her shoulders, on which was written the words "Women's Association for Large-scale Recruitment of Nuclear Defense" in Japanese-style Chinese characters.

What's more interesting is that in the background of this photo, there is also a Japanese signboard with "Shima Hospital" vaguely visible.

Looking at the second photo, it was a group photo. There was Yoji Nagatsuka, who was wearing a kimono and glasses, holding a wolf dog, and the woman in a kimono just now.

Between them, there was a little boy who was also wearing a kimono and holding a sword in his hand.

After a little thought, he took apart the frames of the two photos and checked them until he was sure that there were no negatives hidden inside, then he looked at the top layer of the safe.

What is placed on this floor is only a Raytes imitation Leica rangefinder camera that devils generally liked to use during World War II.However, on the left side of the lens of this camera, there is a bullet hole that runs through the front and back.

Trying to open the slightly deformed back cover, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, and there was actually a tube of film inside.After thinking for a while, he took out the film, carefully pulled out a section, and pointed it at the fluorescent tube above his head.

Wei Ran heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the content on the film, and continued to pull it out while observing carefully.

Soon, he found what he wanted to see the most and what he didn't want to see the most.

In the next few negatives, all the shots of Nagatsuka Rangji and some devils abusing a European and American woman were all frozen - this was exactly the negative of the burnt photos he was looking for!
If they didn't appear here, I can still ask Nagatsuka where he hid them, but these negatives were found by me so easily, which brought a new problem - how to bring back the time and space that belonged to me !
Count on the metal book?
Wei Ran subconsciously looked at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand. He was really not sure if that weird metal book would help him bring this tube of negatives back to future generations.

After thinking about it, he simply turned around and left the darkroom with the tube of negatives in his hand, and stood beside Nagatsuka Rōji, deliberately showing the film roll in his hand. Rewind the film roll and put it in your pocket.

Ignoring Nagatsuka's futile struggle behind him, Wei Ran left the captain's cabin, stepped on the stairs all the way down, and then met Karan who was going up.

Glancing at the trench gun in the opponent's hand, Wei Ran was about to say something, but the opponent whispered first, "Finally found you, Brother Victor, come back to the room with me! Hugo and Valoro Something terrible came out of that first mate's mouth!"