War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1166 Killing All Crew

On the stern upper deck filled with the smell of blood and fish, and a little bit of whale meat, between Wei Yan and Nagatsuka Rangji, a canine skull, a comb made of tortoiseshell, and a pair of Chopsticks and a Kendama, and of course, two picture frames and a rangefinder camera with bullet holes.

"Want to chat?"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, without waiting for Nagatsuka to respond, he picked up the group photo and asked, "Is this your wife and child?"

Looking up at Wei Ran, Nagatsuka nodded after a moment of silence, "Yes, my wife and children."

"Are you still alive?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"died"

"How did you die?"

"atom bomb"

Nagatsuka gave a miserable smile, "My wife is a nurse at Shima Hospital, do you know Shima Hospital?"

Seeing Wei Ran spreading his hands, Nagatsuka explained calmly, "The little boy's atomic bomb exploded above Shima Hospital, and my wife was probably working in the hospital at that time."

"Where's your child?" Wei Ran asked calmly.

"Dead too"

Nagatsuka Joe tried his best to look up at the night sky, and then looked down at the things placed between the two of them, "I can't find it, that kendama, that comb, and those chopsticks, those are my The only thing I found in my house."

"What about this?" Wei Ran picked up the skull and asked.

"That was my first dog, and it was called Taro, and every dog ​​I've ever had since is named Taro."

Nagatsuka let a little bit of choking in his tone, "On the day of the defeat, I killed it myself, buried it in the plantain grove in the station, and then fled to Brazil with my companions, when I went back At that time, only this skull was found."

"What about this one?" Wei Ran put down his skull, picked up the camera with a hole and asked.

"It saved me a shot"

Nagatsuka Jōji looked at the photo between the two of them and explained absently, "Otherwise I might have died in 41 years."

"So where was the American female pilot buried by you?"

"In..." Nagatsuka Rangji shivered as soon as he was about to start, and looked at Wei Ran in horror.

"Let me see, Amelia Earhart, that seems to be the name?"

At the same time as Wei Ran asked, a roll of film appeared in his hand, and Nagatsuka Joji's face became extremely pale and frightened.

"What are you afraid of?"

Wei Ran put the film back into the satchel, "You are going to die soon, why don't you tell me where you and your three friends buried her?"

"How did you know about this?" Nagatsuka asked in panic, "Who told you? Who? Who told you!"

"Make an exchange"

Wei Ran reached out and took off the Nikon camera that was still hanging around Nagatsuka's neck and put it in his bag, then reached out and picked up the two photo frames and knocked on each other, "Tell me to bury her in the Where is it, I will let you die comfortably."

"You can't find her, and you can never find her."

Nagatsuka calmed down without any warning, and replied with a smile, "She was buried on a certain reef in the Marshall Islands, and nothing was found there after being bombed by the Americans."

"It's a pity." After Wei Ran finished speaking, he casually threw the photo frame in his hand into a tin bucket beside him.

"What are you going to do?!" Nagatsuka immediately became nervous.

But soon, Wei Ran pinched its jaw joint open again, and could only whimper, watching angrily as Wei Ran threw the things between the two of them into the tin bucket, and then Douse it with kerosene and light it with a match.

Ignoring the other party's struggle and yelling of unknown meaning, Wei Ran patted his ass and stood up, picked up the camera given to him by the other party, and slowly changed to a new film. Condescendingly, he took a picture of this beast that would have been sad and desperate.

Almost as soon as he snapped the lens on the camera, the boat also began to move forward slowly. After a while, the three of Hugo came from a distance with their luggage and sailor bags.

"I brought your luggage too"

Hugo shook the sailor bag in his hand, and without waiting for Wei Ran's response, he, Karan and Warolo threw the things in their hands into the only traffic boat that didn't have a hole in the bottom of the boat in no particular order. .

"What's wrong with his chin?" Hugo asked, frowning, and pulled out the samurai sword from his belt.

"small issue"

Wei Ran said, with a "click" sound, he helped Nagazuka Michiji put his dislocated jaw back on.

Without giving him a chance to open his mouth to say something, Hugo casually picked up a pair of pliers that had fallen on the floor, and roughly knocked out all the teeth of Nagatsuka Zanzi, while Wei Ran raised his camera and took pictures of it. A close-up shot.

In Nagatsuka's screams, Hugo threw the wrench overboard and beckoned to Karan.

"Take out the photo album and find that photo of your brother."

While talking, Hugo took out four belts from the bag, tied them to Nagatsuka Zanji's elbows and knees one by one, and asked Waroro to help them tighten as much as possible.

At the same time, Karan also knelt on the deck, opened one of the photo albums, and found a photo of Nagatsuka Rangji killing the Australian soldier Hannibal Simpson.

"God let me see this photo when I was sending you back to your room. It certainly wasn't for me and Karan to forgive you."

While tightening the last belt, Hugo said clearly, "Victor, can you translate into Japanese? In case Captain Fernando doesn't understand what I'm talking about."

"My pleasure"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he cleared his throat, changed into a clear Japanese translation, and said, "God let me see this picture when I was sending you back to the room, it must not be for me and Karan to forgive you."

"I hope you can understand"

Hugo paused for a moment, waited until Wei Ran finished translating, and then continued, "The reason why I tortured and killed you is because I have enough reasons to do so. One of the most important reasons is to let you taste your Pain that has been inflicted on others."

Still leaving enough time for Wei Ran to translate, Hugo picked up the samurai sword and continued to speak in English to Nagatsuka who also understood English, "I will try to let you live for a while longer, so that You taste every pain. During this period, you can shout as much as you want, and by the way, I hope you will remember it well.

Those innocent people who were slaughtered by you, their screams and pleadings, did you ever have even a trace of repentance? "

"Let me go. Let me go"

Nagatsuka, whose mouth was full of blood, pleaded incoherently, "Victor, please let me go, since I sent it away."

"For the sake of you and your companions slaughtering so many of my compatriots?"

Wei Ran asked indifferently in Japanese, "For the sake of the Singapore Massacre, the Manila Massacre, the Yangon Massacre, the Nauru Massacre, the Bataan Death March, and the Sandakan Death March?

Or it may be because of your invasion of China, the massacre of Jinling, the use of poisonous gas, human experiments, rape and looting, or the 154 massacres of more than [-] people in China since the Sino-Japanese War ? "

Almost at the same time when Wei Ran finished speaking, Hugo had already raised the samurai sword, and pressed Nagatsuka Zanji's hand, like a slug, amidst the screams, one after another Cut off all of Nagatsuka Joji's fingers.

Every time he cuts off a finger, Wei Ran will also take a photo for Nagatsuka, dutifully recording the pain he suffered and the painful expression on his face.

"I learned this from your photo album. You once cut off a soldier's finger like this. Do you still have the memory?"

Hugo asked indifferently, "Let me help you recall, that soldier, like me, is a motorcycle courier, from the 27th Australian Infantry Brigade, he is a red-haired young man with the size of a beer bottle cap on the back of his hand a mole."

Still waiting for Wei Ran to finish translating, Hugo continued, "Let me introduce, his name is Alan, from Port Darwin. You probably cut off all his fingers like this? In a close-up, you And peeled off the skin on the back of his hand, didn't he?"

"Someone will avenge me, and someone will come to you!" Nagazuka screamed miserably, cursing, "Your whole family will die! Don't even think about surviving!"

Before it finished speaking, Hugo used the samurai sword in his hand to roughly cut off the back of Nagatsuka Ronji's hand, causing him to start screaming again, and Wei Ran on the side also pressed the shutter again.

"That's what Alan called at the time, right?" Before Hugo finished speaking, he chopped off half of Nagatsuka's palm with a knife, "Answer me, did he beg for mercy like you?"

"Yes, yes!" Nagatsuka Richiji, who was still ruthless just now, wailed and responded, begging and struggling bitterly.

"And when you cut off another soldier's arm?"

After Hugo finished speaking, before Wei Ran could translate, he had already stood up, and chopped off the forearm of Nagatsuka's left hand with a single knife.

Thanks to the strapping done in advance, the knife did not bleed much blood, but the pain caused by Nagatsuka's surrender was not relieved.

"Look what good things I brought you"

Hugo with red eyes said while taking out a salt shaker from the restaurant from his bag, grabbed a handful of edible salt paste and rubbed it vigorously on the wound, making Nagatsuka let out more wanton wailing .

After pausing for a moment, he walked to the other side of the constantly struggling Nagazuka. Like just now, he first chopped off half of his palm, then his arm, and sprinkled a lot of salt on it.

While he was busy, Wei Ran was busy taking pictures and recording, and also kindly temporarily unfastened the belt above Nagatsuka's knee, lest he lose the most precious pain due to numbness due to blocked blood supply.

Amidst rounds of screams, Valoro silently stepped back a few steps, relit his pipe in the dark of the deck and smoked silently. The young Karan was also lying on the railing and vomiting uncontrollably , that bruised face was also full of horror.

And beside Nagatsuka Rangji, Wei Ran, who was busy with filming, was also calmly watching Hugo, who was already covered in blood, and recorded him cutting off Nagatsuka Rangji's limbs and his incontinent second child with the camera. the whole process.

"Karan!"

Hugo yelled, "Don't you want to avenge the murderer who killed your brother Hannibal Simpson with your own hands?!"

During the loud shout, Karan shivered subconsciously, his feet went limp, and he sat down on the deck covered with non-slip wooden boards.

"Stand up!" cried Hugo, "behead him with this knife, or shoot him!"

Hearing this, Karan shivered again, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and stood up, hurriedly took off the decorated trench shotgun on his shoulder, and waited for Wei Ran and Hugo to go away. He lifted it up immediately, and with difficulty aimed at Nagatsuka Rangji, who was about [-] or [-] meters away from him.

"boom!"

After the muffled gunshot, the shot missed Nagatsuka Rangji who had been cut into a human stick at all, and only left a ball of bullet marks on the floor.

"If you miss it, get closer!" Hugo yelled almost indifferently, "Hit it in the face!"

Hearing this, Karan swallowed, walked forward a distance of at most less than one meter and pulled the trigger again.

But this time, because he forgot to push the bullet into the barrel, he didn't make any movement at all.

"Whatever you want Karan"

Wei Ran pretended to be disappointed and said, "Since you don't want to avenge your brother, let him live like this, it's not bad, him."

"No! I want to! I want to avenge my brother! With this gun he gave me!"

Karan hadn't finished speaking, and a bullet was loaded with a "click!", took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger once again towards Nagatsuka!
"boom!"

After the muffled gunshot, the large amount of lead pellets filled with bird bombs, packed with huge energy, chased each other and hit Nagatsuka Rangji's face, causing him to let out a final scream, but he didn't Did not take its life away immediately.

"Valoro, you and Karan start up the hole-punching traffic boats and let them go in different directions at a slow speed."

As Hugo said, he returned to Rangji Nagatsuka with the bloody samurai sword in his hand, slashed open his abdominal cavity expressionlessly, and then slashed at its neck with all his strength.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the bloody dog's head was chopped off, and the samurai sword also broke from the middle because it hit the floor.

Casually poking half of the samurai sword in Nagatsuka's stomach, Hugo picked up the head with half of the blade still on it and walked towards the bow of the ship.

Glancing at the dismembered corpse on the floor, Wei Ran cleared his throat vigorously after taking the photo and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. He followed Hugo and watched him smash the human head into it with a hammer from the perspective of a bystander. On the head of a javelin without explosives and fuze, watch him put the javelin into the whaling cannon on the bow and shoot it out at will.

Seeing Hugo, covered in blood, throwing up on the railing under the beam of the ship lights, watching him finally sit down against the railing like a helpless child, burying his head in his arms and losing his voice cry bitterly.

That cry contained too many emotions that he had seen on other battlefields, but it was not as smooth as expected.

Even Wei Ran himself was not as happy as he thought he would be. Instead, he felt more and more for those suffering compatriots, companions, or comrades-in-arms.

Picking up the Nikon camera around his neck, he took a photo of Hugo. Wei Ran, who was also covered in blood, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two and stuffed them into his mouth to light them. Only then did he walk to sit beside Hugo and stuff one of them into the other's mouth.

"Valoro told me"

Wei Ran paused, and said calmly, "Revenge is not something to enjoy, and it will not make you happy at all. It's just something we have to do."

"It's really not a time to enjoy, and it's true that you won't get any happiness."

Hugo also took a sharp puff of the cigarette, and then suddenly laughed, "Victor, that friend of mine is an asshole."

"Hannibal?" Wei Ran leaned against the guardrail and looked up at the stars in the sky and asked.

"Yes, it's him."

Hugo also leaned on the guardrail and looked at the clear and clean night sky, "I can almost imagine what he would do if he avenged me."

"How?" Wei Ran asked absently.

"That bastard will definitely make the scene extra weird"

The smile on Hugo's face grew bigger and bigger, "He definitely wants others to wonder why they did this when they saw the scene, come with me!"

As he said that, Hugo struggled to stand up, took a sharp puff on the cigarette, threw the butt of the cigarette into the sea, and walked quickly to the stern.

Back here again, Hugo picked up the limbs he had cut off, and then called Wei Ran and Waloro for help, opened the mouth of the whale head with a wooden bar, stuffed the limbs inside, and only exposed One section - like four toothpicks.

Finally, the two sets of water pumps for cleaning the deck were turned on. Hugo fixed one of the water dragons on the bracket and allowed it to slowly wash the deck, while the other was stuffed into the cabin, and then the last traffic boat was lowered.

"Let's go and light the mosquito coils," Wei Ran said to Karan.

"I'm going to the captain's cabin!" Karan said, and was the first to run into the cabin that still smelled of blood.

Returning to the engine room familiarly, Wei Ran lit the mosquito coil on the fishing line, and when he left the cabin, he did not forget to close the cabin door.

When they returned to the deck again, Hugo with a submachine gun in his hand and Karan with a trench gun on his shoulder were walking in their direction, and behind them, Varoro, who was half crouching next to the whale's head , has taken the first photo as a photographer with the Leica camera that Wei Ran bought for him for zero yuan.

"So it was taken by Valoro."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and walked to the side of Nagatsuka's mutilated torso, and took off the Nikon camera that the other party gave him, but even the camera recorded the whole process of torture and killing, and deliberately avoided the torturer. Without taking the film off, it was hung on a thigh held in the whale's mouth.

In the night, the four of them stepped on the ladder one by one to board the lowered traffic boat, let Hugo start the outboard motor, left the slow-moving whaling ship amidst the noise of the engine, and drove straight to the direction of the land.

"We should take a shower before coming down"

It wasn't until the flickering lights of the whaling ship were left behind that Karan said angrily, "You can only smell it when you get close. You all have a very strong smell of blood."

Hearing this, Hugo took out an American-style L-shaped flashlight from his belt and took a picture, and said with the same annoyance, "It's really time to take a bath."

“It can also be washed here”

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already opened his satchel, and took out the Bakelite box containing devil soap from it, "I brought soap."

"Is there any mosquito coils?" Waloro asked jokingly, "Although there are no mosquitoes here, at least it can smell good."

"certainly"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took out the seized mosquito coil again, lit a plate of mosquito coil and put it on the suitcase between the four of them, together with the two stacked photo albums.

Temporarily turned off the outboard motor, except for Karan who was relatively clean, the other three jumped into the cold sea water and washed off the blood stains on their bodies with the only piece of soap. After washing the clothes, they twisted them randomly and hung them on the side of the boat.

"Can't you put on some clothes?" Karan, who was in charge of operating the outboard motor, asked helplessly.

"Ten years ago, we were wearing crotch pants in the rainforest."

Hugo lay in the cabin and said indifferently, "At that time, we all suffered from dysentery, and we pulled while walking, and we were too lazy to wipe."

"I've heard you tell that disgusting story at lunch countless times," Karan said, rolling his eyes.

"Speaking of this"

Wei Ran snapped his fingers, opened his sailor bag, found the old military flag camera from inside, took off the film and said, "This is the camera of reporter Brody, if you have a chance, please return it to him! "

"Then he has to wait."

Hugo took the camera and put it together with the two photo albums on the suitcase, "Karan, Victor, let's go to Papua and hide in the tribe of Waroro for a while! I'll let you try it too." Trying on the crotch pants and standing up and running. "

Taking advantage of this disgusting topic, the four people on the boat chatted about their escape plan while diverting their attention.

When the coil of mosquito-repellent incense burned for about one-third, they also docked quietly in the cloudy night.

After removing all the luggage, Hugo dug out a chisel and made three holes in the bottom of the traffic boat, and then activated the outboard engine fixed at a fixed angle with a rope, allowing the leaky boat to head out to sea again. , and he jumped into the sea like a fish and swam back to the shore.

Walking forward with big bags and small bags, when they passed a large trash can covered by street lights, Wei Ran also noticed at a glance that there was a Tosa dog with a collar curled up next to the trash can .

"Taro?"

Wei Ran changed into Japanese and tried to shout as if he had a flash of inspiration, and the dog who had been curled up immediately woke up and looked over, and at the same time subconsciously wagged its tail.

"It's really you."

Wei Ran muttered something and then yelled again, when the dog tentatively ran over, he took out a pistol and repeatedly tapped the trigger on it.

"The return mission requires killing all the crew members, including you naturally."

Amidst Wei Ran's murmurs and the cursing and exclamation of Hugo and others, the intense white light also enveloped everything he could see in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)