War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1521 Teacher and Veterinarian

At the Kazan Airport, the fat chef Yashar, after being seen off by Wei Ran and others, boarded the flight to China alone, carrying two notebooks left by his grandfather and a first-class ticket bought for him by Wei Ran.

This was already his fourth day in Kazan. During these four days, Yashar not only got the opportunity to take a photo with the "star Dima Allah" and get his autograph, but was also promised that after he finished his trip to China, he would go to his barbecue restaurant with "Mr. Victor".

The promises he received in Kazan did not stop there. Wei Ran also promised him that he would seriously consider the possibility of making a movie about his ancestors' story and would help investigate the mystery of his parents' disappearance.

Of course, all this comes at a price, and the price Yashar has to pay is to serve as everyone's chef for these four days, cooking his signature dishes for Wei Ran, Jima and all the girls, including Apoli next door, Mrs. Samantha, and Lyubov who is unable to show up.

In addition, he also promised that when Wei Ran, Jima and others visited his restaurant, they would eat and drink for free, and that he would act as a tour guide to take them to Antalya for a few days.

Everyone, including himself, knew that such a price alone was a super favorable price to hire a certain historian, and Yashar was naturally extremely grateful for it.

The reason why Wei Ran finally decided to help Yashar find his missing parents was not only because he wanted to "repay the favor for the little lama", but he himself also didn't want to owe Yashar a favor.

After all, no matter who the notebook originally belonged to, the fat man could have pretended not to know about it. Since he delivered it at the first opportunity, he deserved to be thanked.

On the other hand, he also urgently needed a change of scene to cover up the painful memories brought by the Long March.

If we must describe the real psychological activities of a famous historian, it is actually like... It is like the urgent need to use the pain of a new wound to cover the pain of the old wound. In a sense, this is also the syndrome of war traumatic stress disorder.

For Wei Ran, even though Guqin Yaoguang helped him to appear like an ordinary person, he knew clearly that this mental state was not normal. After all, the magical metal book was not omnipotent most of the time.

Especially in order to protect the secret of the metal book, he couldn't even express his inexplicable painful experiences like a normal soldier.

After watching Yashar's overweight figure disappear at the security checkpoint, Wei Ran and Sui Sui walked out hand in hand while asking Ji Ma, "What are you going to do next?"

"To make a movie, of course, to make a movie."

Ji Ma spread his hands, "It has started snowing in the Arctic Circle. Both the labor camp movie and the guerrilla movie in Murmansk have to continue shooting. If we hadn't waited for you to come back and meet you, we would have been ready to leave long ago."

Knowing that the other party must have something to ask him, Wei Ran turned his head to look at Sui Sui, who said tacitly, "Then let's go to the studio to work first. Maya, take my car."

Maya naturally had no objection. She let go of the hand that was openly holding with Jima, and quickened her pace following Sui Sui and the other girls.

"It seems like you are finally together?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I'm still very attractive," Ji Ma said proudly.

"Where are we going?" Wei Ran didn't want to hear the other party showing off, so he decisively changed the subject.

"Come with me," Ji Ma snapped his fingers and also quickened his pace.

The two men got into their respective armored pickup trucks and drove out of the airport. Ji Ma and Wei Ran drove in the opposite direction of the city, and finally drove the car to a dilapidated road hidden in a birch forest.

Only when there were no cars, people or man-made buildings to be seen at both ends of the road did Ji Ma turn on the hazard lights and stop the car.

Seeing this, Wei Ran also pulled up the handbrake, took out the electronic products on his body and threw them on the passenger seat, then pushed the door and got out of the car, following Ji Ma and walked a few dozen meters towards the rear of the car.

After lighting the cigarette in his hand, Ji Ma leaned against a birch tree as thick as a waist by the roadside and asked in a low voice, "Where did you send her to? Forget it, the previous question is invalid. Let me change the question. Victor, how is she doing now?"

"Everything is fine," Wei Ran replied in a low voice, "I had plastic surgery and have a new identity and job."

"Work for you?" Jima asked.

"Yes, work for me."

Wei Ran nodded seriously, "I will ensure her safety. Of course, if you want to know where she is, I will not hide it."

“I still believe in you”

Ji Ma grinned and patted Wei Ran's shoulder vigorously. "As for where she is, forget it. For her safety, I don't want to be curious about it."

"Is that why you ask these questions?"

Wei Ran pulled the other person's claws away and asked as he walked back.

Although both parties used "she" just now, they both knew clearly that they were talking about the Gorman couple who had faked their death.

"Of course," said Ji Ma, who was following behind, "I have to know whether it succeeded or not."

"Don't worry," Wei Ran replied vaguely.

"I told you, I still trust you."

Ji Ma repeated with a grin, "Let's go, we should stop by the forest farm to give flowers to the director who unfortunately suffered a plane crash. I bought you a bouquet when I came here."

"What a coincidence! I also bought two bouquets of flowers." Wei Ran responded with a smile.

They tacitly agreed not to continue the topic, and drove straight to the forest farm, eventually stopping at the end of a small path in the deepest part of the forest farm.

They solemnly placed the flowers they brought on the grave where "Mr. Gorman's remains" were buried, and solemnly filled the cup in front of the tombstone with vodka. Then Wei Ran and Ji Ma drove back to the square in front of the main building of Hongqi Forest Farm.

At the same time, Mr. Gorman, who was deeply missed by them, also took advantage of the night to entertain two new colleagues who were about to work with him in his basement.

"Let me introduce you. The person sitting in the wheelchair is the physical education teacher."

Gorman, whose face was still wrapped in gauze, held up a glass of freshly squeezed mango juice and said in English, "Physical education teacher, the person sitting opposite you is the math teacher, and I am the music teacher.

After that, Gorman and Liu Hanzai, codenamed Math Teacher, and Lazaro, codenamed Physical Education Teacher, each took a glass of juice and clinked it with themselves at the same time, and then continued, "Soon, we will work in the same orphanage, and the above code names are our identities in the orphanage.

Please allow me to remind you for the first and last time that all the children we come into contact with in the future are destined to be disposable, so don’t have any unnecessary feelings. "

"Please don't waste your time with this meaningless nonsense."

Lazaro, who had met Wei Ran once before, drank the mango juice in his cup in one gulp and urged in English, "Let's get to the point. What do you need us to do?"

“This is a job that requires patience.”

Gorman took a sip of the straw stuck in the juice and said slowly, "In the next two years, we will get 24 American-Japanese or Korean-American children. We will do our best to train them."

"What to cultivate?" Lazarus asked, wiping the corner of his mouth.

"Paranoiac, hate-filled lunatic"

Gorman said with a smile, "We need them to remain loyal and rational enough, have strong enough fighting power, and even more so, be crazy enough when necessary."

“These are not difficult”

Lazaro, codenamed the PE teacher, said as he picked at the fruit fibers between his teeth, "I can make them crazy enough when I need to."

"I will make them qualified soldiers"

When the taciturn Liu Hanzai saw Gorman looking at him, he confidently made a promise in English.

"last question"

Lazaro pulled out the obstruction between his teeth and took a look. He licked it into his mouth and ate it. Without any delay, he asked, "Who are these children loyal to?"

Seeing that Liu Hanzai was also looking at him, Gorman put down the juice cup in his hand and replied, "It is enough to be loyal to the hatred that can never be forgiven."

"When will it start?" Liu Hanzai asked, "The wall of the orphanage has been built."

"The children will be delivered tomorrow."

Gorman said, picking up the hood in front of him and throwing it to the other two, "Don't let the children see your faces, and from now on we can only communicate in English, whether it's with the children or among ourselves."

"Are you sure all the children you sent here can speak English?" Liu Hanzai, no, the math teacher asked.

"If they don't know, then teach them."

Gorman said with a smile, "We have enough time and patience."

“One last question,” asked Lazzaro, who seemed to have countless questions, “who is our boss, no, our principal?”

"Of course it is the Honorable Mr. Omar Muamer Kazafei," Gorman answered with a smile.

“What a perfect boss”

Lazaro seemed particularly satisfied with this answer. "Then it's settled. From now on, I'm a physical education teacher. It's a very appropriate identity."

"I wish that we can all achieve outstanding results in our respective teaching positions and train the best students." Gorman smiled and gave his blessing. "Then, gentlemen, cheers."

"cheers!"

The other two teachers each raised their empty or partly empty cups and clinked them lightly with the cup in Gorman's hand.

Not to mention the secret meeting in the middle of the night in Papua New Guinea, Wei Ran, who was still busy working with Sui Sui at the Hongqi Forest Farm, couldn't help but start thinking again about the problem that had been bothering him these days, and chose to seek help off-site.

"Jima, let me ask you a question."

Wei Ran said to Ji Ma, who was also kicked out of the office and could only bask in the sun in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with him.

"What's the question?" Ji Ma, who was playing games on his phone, asked absentmindedly. "If you had Doraemon's bellyband and could put any two things in it, what would you choose to put in it?"

"What kind of childish and stupid question is this?" Ji Ma turned his head and looked at Wei Ran strangely.

"I just saw a psychological analysis on my phone," Wei Ran made up an excuse.

"Any two things?"

“Any two things will do”

"I chose to put enough condoms and different sexy lingerie in it," Ji Ma grinned and shamelessly gave his perfect answer.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

Wei Ran shook his head helplessly. He should have guessed it earlier. Even if he asked Mr. Gorbachev, who was rolling around in the sun not far from them, he would probably get a more reliable answer than Ji Ma's - if the dog could talk, he would definitely tell them to put enough meat or dog food in it.

“I actually have a better answer.”

Ji Ma finished the game on his phone, turned off the screen, lit a cigarette and answered slowly.

"Change to different girls and different sexy lingerie prepared for the girls, right?" Wei Ran sneered unhappily.

"I'm not a scumbag like you"

Ji Ma blew out a nearly perfect smoke ring. "Victor, my good brother, let's ignore the ridiculous bellyband of the blue fat man for now. Let's change to a more exciting question!"

"what is the problem?"

“When do you think a nuclear bomb is most frightening?”

Before Wei Ran could speak, Ji Ma gave his answer directly, "I think the most terrifying thing is when the nuclear bomb is erected and ready to be launched, but before it is launched."

"You want to say"

Ji Ma did not give Wei Ran a chance to finish his words. He just threw the cigarette and lighter to him and said very soberly, "I want to say that if I had that bellyband, I would not rush to put anything in it.

Like you said, maybe I do want different beautiful girls and different sexy lingerie for different girls now.

If I were as healthy as Principal Nicholas, this urgent need might not change until I was 70 years old. "

"Mr. Nicholas would not be thinking about having different beautiful girls wear different sexy lingerie when he is 70 years old." Wei Ran, who had already understood what the other party wanted to say, reminded him with a smile.

“So I am not Mr. Nicola”

Ji Ma spread his hands, "So maybe when I'm 50, I'll need one of these places to store my endless blue pills.

When I really am 70, I may still need nitroglycerin or blood pressure medication in it, but I will definitely not be a different kind of girl.

Not only will they not be able to save my life, they might even kill me from a racing heart.”

  "I understand what you mean." Wei Ran lit a cigarette. Ji Ma certainly has his shortcomings, but who doesn't have advantages?

At least Ji Ma has always been very clear about what he needs and has an extremely clear self-awareness.

"That's why I said that the bellyband is most valuable when it's empty. No matter what's in it, it's a waste. It's better to wait until it's needed. At that time, even if it's just filled with Belia's dog food, it would be most appropriate."

At this point, Jima took another puff of his cigarette and threw the question back, "What about you? What would you put in it?"

"I originally planned to fill it with sugar and penicillin," Wei Ran spread his hands and said truthfully. This was really what he really thought.

"Why do you need to install these two things?" Ji Ma asked puzzledly.

"Sugar can be eaten and can also explode." Wei Ran answered truthfully, "Penicillin can save lives in most cases."

"What kind of rubbish answer is that?"

Ji Ma laughed and scolded, giving a middle finger and teasing, "You might as well put different pretty girls and different sexy lingerie in there. Ah, I forgot, there are already enough pretty girls around you, both different and the same, so I think you might as well prepare different sexy lingerie and condoms or small blue medicine bottles."

Wei Ran gave the other person a middle finger and was too lazy to respond to the other person's teasing.

But the two bamboo baskets couldn't really be empty, could they? He couldn't help but secretly mutter to himself.

He had actually asked Sui Sui this question before leaving China, but the latter's answer was even less relevant - she said without thinking that she would fill it with all kinds of beautiful clothes and cosmetics.

Although he had not figured out what to put in the two bamboo baskets for the time being, and had to consider whether he should rush to put things in them after being reminded by Ji Ma, he made a decision on another matter.

Before exploring the secret of the saber, he planned to help Yashar return to Beirut to find his parents - anyway, the anti-Japanese sword and twin-lens reflex camera, which had not yet ended their cooling countdown, would probably not be used.

Most importantly, before Yashar left, he gave the tin box that his parents had sent home to Wei Ran to keep. Since he had decided to help the other party and repay the favor, this was undoubtedly a rare opportunity.

In fact, as early as four days ago, Anfia and the disabled children in charge of the Internet under her leadership had already been helping with the investigation.

Unfortunately, they searched almost all the online information related to Doctors Without Borders, and even secretly searched some official databases in the United States, but they could not find any records of Yashar's parents.

That evening, after learning that Yashar had safely landed at China's capital airport and received a warm welcome, Wei Ran, Sui Sui and others said goodbye to Jima and Maya, who were preparing to return to the filming site the next day, and drove back home.

While the girls were preparing dinner, Wei Ran used the excuse of getting a few bottles of homemade pickles and took the dog to the basement of the library.

Although he had decided to rely on the metal notebook for help, he was actually not idle during these four days.

Although there was only one selfie among the photos left by Yashar's parents, it was enough for him to obtain enough key information from it.

At the very least, he knew from the first-generation Pinzgauer and the occupations of Yashar's parents that he should fill the three jerrycans with gasoline, medical alcohol and hot goat milk for babies, rather than diesel, vodka and hot cocoa.

In addition, he also filled the medical box from the Moltke Bridge Clinic with enough modern first aid medicines. Even the not-so-big food box was filled with various life-saving injections.

It was precisely this meticulous preparation that had made him recently think almost in his dreams about what to put in the bamboo basket.

Even though he had known for a long time that he, or the metal book, had no way of changing any history.

All his thoughts could at most help him better complete his mission of returning to this world - even though he no longer had to take risks.

Wei Ran slowly and carefully checked the workroom located underground. He first locked the door, then took out the tin box that Yashar's parents sent home from the safe, opened it and placed it on the table, then took out the metal notebook with an expressionless face.

Amid the rustling sound of turning pages, the metal feather pen floated up and drew a pattern on the pale yellow paper.

It was a steering wheel, and on top of it was tied an Arab scarf. Thanks to the fineness of the feather pen drawing, he could even clearly see that the scarf tied to the steering wheel was wearing a pair of shining wedding rings and a grenade pull ring.

As the painting became more complete, he could see clearly that the steering wheel was held by one hand and a cigarette was held in the other.

Although he couldn't see the owner of the hand, he could tell from the lines and size of the hand, and even the rubber band at the wrist, that it was a woman's hand.

  Finally, the painting was completed, and the metal feather pen wrote lines of requirements at the bottom:

Character identity: Wei Ran of Doctors Without Borders, codenamed Veterinarian.

"I'm going to kill you, you idiot doctor!"

Wei Ran couldn't help cursing before he finished writing the line, and then he realized that his name this time was Wei Ran instead of "Victor".

Perhaps the metal feather pen has no master at all, or perhaps its master is just a poor cripple without legs.

  In short, it did not pause at all because of Wei Ran's curse, and wrote the following words as usual:

Return mission: accept the invitation of Serin Yaman to form a team, complete at least 100 operations, take at least 36 photos and 3 group photos, and ensure that Hanwad Kani and Dalal Abbas survive until the evening of September 9.

"It was also September 18th."

  Wei Ran couldn't help but mutter, but found that the metal feather pen didn't stop:

Scene restrictions: Do not reveal relevant historical processes, and do not escape from the refugee camp.

Language Mission 1: Collect at least 150 rounds of ammunition

Language Task 2: Collect at least 50 liters of fuel

Language Mission 3: Kill at least 20 enemies

Scene restrictions?

Why so many language tasks?

Naturally, no one gave him an answer at this time. The only response to him was the white light that covered everything in front of him.

In this white light, he also saw too many things that could be used.

There was a titanium alloy pistol with a silencer, a kerosene lamp, and three oil drums that he had filled with supplies but was not sure whether they would be withheld.

There are also flashlights and engineer shovels from the moss battlefield, wire cutters from the Hurtgen Forest, a British Army P44 water bottle from the Savage Mountain, as well as the Nikon SP camera and the backpack given by Zack.

Although there were a lot of these things, it was not surprising. The real surprise was that although he did not get the medical kit that he thought he would definitely get, he saw the Type 81 rifle wrapped in large five-leaf camouflage and the Black Panther tactical vest in this thick white light!

“Although I don’t know what I’m going to encounter, my mood has definitely improved.”

As Wei Ran muttered to himself, an exceptionally bright smile filled with inexplicable anticipation, one could even say it was filled with the smell of blood, appeared on his originally expressionless face.

(End of this chapter)