War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1167 The Bloody Shot

The white light faded, and Wei Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar environment around him.But then, before he could look at the metal book on the table in front of him, he was the first to notice something strange on his neck—a bit cold and heavy.

Subconsciously bowed his head, but he raised his eyebrows.

At this time, on his neck, not only was there a necklace of bliss beaks strung together, but there was also the first-generation Nikon camera that originally belonged to Nagatsuka Joji!

Before he had time to take a closer look, he noticed that the metal book began to flip forward, and finally stopped at the distant page 12, the page with the junior Jingguan medal and the anti-Japanese sword on it.

Under his gaze, human heads gradually appeared on the teacup-sized pattern drawn on this page, and the grave mound piled up with human heads was not only bigger, but there was also a pool of blood vaguely reflecting something, Even the anti-Japanese broadsword stuck directly above the grave bag looked like it had just been fished out of blood, and a string of blood beads were about to drip down the blade.

When the pattern stopped changing, the line of words under the pattern also faded and finally disappeared, and the quill pen also re-wrote a line of words-Intermediate Jingguan Medal: Awarded for using cold weapons to accumulate hits Defenders who killed more than 50 invaders.

"More than 50?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, but there was no surprise on his face.

Under his gaze, the red swirl with the anti-Japanese broadsword on this page only flashed slightly, and then he turned back to the latest page. The metal quill, as if nothing had happened, appeared on the page by Lines of text were written under the photo taken by Valoro:
bloody shot

Hugo Spencer, during the battle of the Kokoda Trail in 1942, led the Aboriginal fighters and militias to complete the reconnaissance missions and patrol missions many times.In October of the same year, he was wounded in battle and went to an indigenous camp to recuperate. After he recovered, he served as a native language translator for a long time until the end of the war. During this period, he won many honors and awards.

After World War II, because of the discriminatory treatment of his friend Waroro, he gave up all the honors and military positions he won in the war. He took his indigenous friend Waroro to sea as a sailor on an ocean-going fishing boat, and searched for the trace of his missing friend Hannibal Simpson.

In 1953, at the invitation of his old friend Captain Damon, he joined the ocean-going general cargo ship Damon with his friends Warolo and Karan Simpson as the chief mate.

At the beginning of October 1957, he voluntarily resigned due to a fight and an injury.The next day, because of Karan's accidental murder, he temporarily joined the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship to go to sea to avoid disaster.

On October 1957, 10, they found photos of several comrades killed by Captain Nagatsuka Maru in World War II, and took revenge that night. The three killed all the crew members of Nagatsuka Maru and fled overnight to the indigenous tribes in the Papua territory to avoid disaster.

During this period, Hugo suffered serious psychological trauma.After accidentally discovering the secrets in the album, he decided to launch a long-term investigation.

On December 1965, 12, in order to attract enemies, Hugo Spencer joined hands with Callan and the editor of the Sydney Morning News, that is, his friend Brody, to publish fake news in an attempt to attract enemies.

On the 22nd of the same month, Hugo Spencer died in a drunk driving accident.

"It was really an accident?"

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows and continued to look down.

Waroro was the first male chief of an Aboriginal tribe for his bravery during the Battle of the Kokoda Trail in 1942.

After World War II, due to the suppression of the White Australia policy, he did not receive any honor and preferential treatment. At the invitation of his friend Hugo, he went to sea as a sailor on an ocean-going fishing boat.

In 1953, he joined the ocean-going general cargo ship Damon and served as the chef.

At the beginning of October 1957, he was dismissed due to a fight and wounding.The next day, due to the accidental murder of his friend Karan, he temporarily joined the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship to go to sea to avoid disaster.

On October 1957, 10, he assisted friends Hugo and Karan in revenge. The three killed all the crew members of Nagatsuka Maru and fled overnight back to the tribe to avoid disaster.

In August 1958, he opened the "Bird of Paradise Photo Studio" in Lae and worked as a photographer.

In 1963, joined the Courier Post as an expatriate photographer.

On November 1965, 11, while filming a demonstration in Makassar, in order to protect the persecuted Chinese children, he was hacked and killed by mobs, leaving no heirs.

Seeing this, Wei Ran clenched his fists involuntarily, but the metal quill continued to write without the slightest pause:

Callan Simpson, 1953, joined the ocean-going general cargo ship Damon as a deckhand.

At the beginning of October 1957, he was dismissed due to a fight and wounding.The next day, due to an accidental murder, he temporarily joined the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship to go to sea to avoid disaster.

On the 9th of the same month, he found a photo of his missing brother being tortured and killed by Captain Nagatsuka Maru in World War II. He took revenge that night and fled overnight to the indigenous tribe in the Papua territory to avoid disaster.

In 1959, he returned to Brisbane to inherit his own farm.

In December 1965, due to the accidental deaths of friends Hugo, Valoro and Brody, they decided to hide the album and hibernate after discussing with Hugo's only son Chris.

On the night of August 2015, 8, he passed away in a dream, leaving only his only son, Hannibal Simpson, alive.

Amidst Wei Ran's sigh, the metal quill did not stop, but wrote a new line:
War criminal Joji Nagatsuka, since joining the army in 1936, has traveled to many battlefields as an army reporter, and has repeatedly participated in the massacre of prisoners of war, the torture and killing of civilians and other crimes against humanity.

On August 1945, 8, together with a number of war criminals, he fled the battlefield and fled to Brazil on the pretext of filming and interviewing in an attempt to escape the post-war trial.

In February 1946, Nagatsuka received Brazilian citizenship.

In the winter of 1947, under the guise of a sailor, he went back to recruitment to find his wife and children but failed, so he served as a seafarer on a cargo ship recruited to Brazil.

In September 1956, with the support of war criminals Sakurada Mamoru, Miyano Ichiro, and Uchiyama Yasuaki, who escaped trial, they purchased a scrap submarine destroyer and entered the whaling industry. In June of the following year, more than 9 war criminals were recruited to formally Carry out whaling activities.

On October 1957, 10, all the war criminals such as Nagatsuka Joe were tortured and killed by Hugo Spencer, and the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship was also set on fire, causing the captain’s cabin, command room and other cabins to be completely burned. Destroyed by a time bomb.Before the marine patrol team tried to tow it to the port of Brisbane, it capsized due to a second explosion in the engine room.

Due to Australia's White Australia policy, the case was not taken seriously. In order to avoid international disputes, the location of the whaling ship was changed to the high seas, and the missing seafarers were wanted symbolically.

At this point, the metal quill paused for a while, and wrote a short line, "Only by upholding justice and objectivity can the photographer not let the lens be stained with blood."

After this seemingly warning line, the page was slowly turned to the back, and the metal quill also wrote under the slowly rotating red swirl, "This is a gift from the photographer, and it is what the photographer should get. Trophy."

However, when Wei Ran subconsciously reached out to take out the things in the vortex to take a look, the metal quill moved horizontally to a new page, drawing something.

After a while, a pattern the size of a teacup gradually appeared on the page.

The background of this pattern is the moment when Wei Ran photographed the fin whale leaping out of the sea, but the protagonist in the center of the pattern is a bird that looks extraordinarily beautiful, holding a huge and complete human thoracic skeleton with its claws Patterns flying over the sea.

On the inside of the chest surrounded by the bright white ribs, there are oval-shaped plates that seem to be moving with the wind and knocking on the ribs like wind chimes.

Although the pattern is not too big, Wei Ran can still distinguish it at a glance. Those flakes are soldier cards issued by devils during World War II.He had collected those metal pieces on the corpses for counting when he killed whaler sailors.

And the beautiful flying bird holding the skeleton and fluttering its wings, he also recognized it at a glance, it was a blue bird of paradise - he had seen it on the desktop of Lu Xinda's mobile phone, and the little girl even had a blue bird of paradise feathers.

Before he came back to his senses, the metal quill had already written the words "Wu Junling: Commemorating Hundreds of Enemies Killed in a Single Battlefield" under the pattern.

"Killed more than a hundred enemies? Killed so many?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously recalled where the hundred people killed the enemy came from.

Could it be the booby traps set up?Also, a lot of people were killed during the ambush at the beginning, and there must be those who were killed when they were shot with machine guns. Could it be that those sailors are also counted?

Is that enough for 100 people?enough?
While Wei Ran was muttering to himself, a slowly rotating red vortex appeared under the so-called "Wu Jun Bell" medallion.

However, this time, before Wei Ran reached out, although the metal quill fell on the table, the page turned forward without any wind, and the page with the gas mask bag was turned forward with a clatter.

Seeing that the blue vortex on this page flickered and then became silent, Wei Ran continued to wait for a while until the metal book stopped being a monster, and then immediately took out the gas mask bag.

"Ah"

While opening the canvas bag, Wei Ran saw at a glance that there was a copper-nickel mosquito coil inside, and under the mosquito coil, there was also a Bakelite box containing soap.But correspondingly, the canning jar with jasmine seeds is missing from this pack.

"I knew I should have planted those seeds."

Wei Ran sighed regretfully, stretched out his hand and opened the mosquito coil, poured out the full mosquito coil, and then took out the lime cloth pad used to prevent moisture.It's a pity that there are no two thick circular gold plates under this cushion.

More and more disappointed, Wei Ran restored the mosquito-repellent incense tube to its original state, and then opened the Bakelite box to smell it. The light pink soap inside had a slightly strong scent of cherry blossoms, which was not unpleasant, but it was Inevitably made him a little disgusted.

Anyway, thunder, rain and dew are all God's blessings, Wei Ran sent the soap box and mosquito coils back to the satchel, checked and found that there was no extra film that he cared about most, so he couldn't hide his disappointment and put it away. Quite impatiently, he took out the anti-Japanese broadsword.

This anti-Japanese broadsword doesn't seem to have changed much, except that there is an oval devil soldier plate inlaid on each side of the handle.

I don't know if there is any additional bonus for killing devils.
Wei Ran took it back while muttering to himself, and then took out the thing in the red swirl under the "Wu Jun Bell" medallion.

"It's not a loss." Wei Ran looked at the Ithaca 37 trench shotgun in his hand and muttered in satisfaction.

This gun is exactly the same as the one used when he was on the boat, and it is also exactly the same as the one on the table in front of him.The only difference between them is that the production mark in the hand has been erased, and the magazine and the chamber are already filled with brass shells.

Putting away the shotgun, Wei Ran, who had no expectations, casually took out the contents of the red vortex that had just appeared first.

As written under this red swirl, this is a gift from the photographer, and this is the trophy that the photographer deserves.

What was stored in this vortex was indeed the Nikon SP camera with a large lens that Joji Nagatsuka had given him back then.

After some fiddling, he soon noticed that there seemed to be a roll of film that hadn't been rewound in the camera.

Secretly glad that he didn't open the back cover of the camera hastily, Wei Ran finished rewinding the film first, but then directly took it back into the metal book.

After all, this is not Kazan, and even if the film is taken out, there is no way to immediately develop it into a visible negative.That being the case, it would be safer to store it in a metal notebook first.

After reading what he should see, he also focused on the objects hanging around his neck.

Thanks to the accidental discovery just now, Wei Ran took off the very expensive first-generation Nikon camera from his neck first.

After careful inspection, this camera also contained a roll of film that had already been rewound.Fumbling to open the back cover, a smile appeared on Wei Ran's face immediately.

Just by looking at the Japanese markings on the film rolls, he recognized them at a glance. These were the negatives of those burnt photos, and they were the evidence that Nagatsuka Joji and those recruited nuclear soldiers abused the American female pilots!

Heaven has eyes!

While Wei Ran sighed softly, he simply took out the food box, and put the tube of negatives in his hand together with the very expensive camera nowadays.

In the end, he took off the necklace made of the beaks of the bird of paradise hanging around his neck, but he was inevitably a little lost.

Before entering that period of history, he didn't know the existence of the aboriginal soldier Waroro, and even Hannibal Simpson never mentioned the existence of Waroro.

He didn't even expect that the silent soldier died in another massacre in the end.

fate?
Wei Ran looked down at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand, and inexplicably thought of the sentence written in the notebook with a metal quill just now - "Only by upholding justice and objectivity can the photographer not let the lens be stained with blood."

At that time, he risked his life to save the child, probably because he was upholding the justice in his heart
While muttering to himself, Wei Ran hung the necklace with patina and memories around his neck again.

Carrying the shotgun, the Owen submachine gun and the half katana on the table, Wei Ran went down to the first floor. After putting them back in place, Wei Ran walked into the bathroom with exhaustion and a faint smell of blood. The bloodstains and real exhaustion that did not exist were carefully washed under the shower.

(End of this chapter)