War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 361
In the dimly lit room, Wei Ran asked in a low voice after a brief silence, "How should we do it?"

Before the middle-aged man who didn't even know his name could speak, a young man's voice came from outside, "Artur, Artur? Your letter!"

"It's Frank?"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, and quickly waved his hands at Wei Ran, and the two of them walked out of the room with a wooden box full of red wine in their arms.

Outside the bar, a man dressed as a postman, a man in his twenties saw Wei Ran and the middle-aged man who seemed to be called Artur come out, immediately took off his raincoat, took out a letter from his bag, and handed it over .

"Victor, pour Frank a glass of wine to keep warm."

While Artur was talking, he took the letter with a normal expression, stuffed a note that was secretly handed over with the letter into his cuff and asked, "Frank, why is it so late today? Usually you are not dark yet." I'll come over for a drink."

"Usually there are not so many letters"

The postman named Frank took the wine glass from Wei Ran, thanked him and drank it down, "Maybe I will have time to come over for a drink later, remember to leave some food for me, I have already Been running all day in this shitty weather."

Artur replied with a smile while adjusting his cuffs, "No problem, you can come over anytime, I will ask Victor to leave you something to fill your stomach, as long as you don't wake me up."

"You're not those girls, I'm not interested in waking you up."

The postman Frank put on the hood of his raincoat before he could finish his sentence, "Okay, I'm going to continue delivering the letter."

Watching the other party leave, Artur was obviously relieved, and then got into the room behind the bar alone.

Not long after, Artur came back again, stood next to Wei Ran and said in a low voice, "After these people drink too much, let's go to the pier."

Wei Ran nodded unobtrusively, picked up the towel again, and pretended to wipe the cup while collecting useful information from the chatter of the people around him.As for Arthur, after pouring himself a glass of wine, he walked up to the third floor alone and never came down again.

Although most of what the drunk said was exaggerated and suspected of being fabricated, at least it made him sure that it was the beginning of March in 1941.According to those pilots, the Luftwaffe is conducting air strikes on British seaports.And in the mouths of those submariners, they seemed to be hunting merchant ships.

In addition, Wei Ran also learned from the mouths of those dancers that they were basically bought from Denmark by the middle-aged man named Artur, but it was the female singer named Mia who actually She is the younger sister of the lady owner of Siren Tavern.

As for the middle-aged man named Artur, it is even more interesting. According to the girls begging for wine, this Artur was originally just an ordinary wine merchant, and the original owner of the Kraken Tavern It is his good friend and client.

However, shortly after the war started, the original owner of the tavern was caught by a chain dog because he was half Jewish, and Artur took the opportunity to marry the wife of the original owner of the tavern. out of his pocket.

Think this is over?

Of course not, this Artur, who is good at making money in the mouths of the dancers, soon established a relationship with the German Navy after he took control of the Kraken Tavern, and most of the people who come here to drink usually return home. Submarines or sailors of warships docked in the port of Kiel.

What surprised him even more was that even the hostess of this tavern was sent away by Artur half a year ago, and no one knew where she was sent away.Now, not only this Kraken Tavern has basically become Artur's own property, it seems that even the singer named Mia is in danger and will become Artur's pocket at any time.

This old guy can do it
Wei Ran was speechless inwardly, no matter what the real situation was, at least according to what these scantily clad girls said, that Artur was definitely a winner in life.

Under Wei Ran's insinuations, the wall clock on the wall reached almost 11:[-] p.m., and the soldiers and soldiers in the hall were either accompanied by female companions who didn't know where they came from, or those dancers who were earning extra money. Xiao Ming climbed up to the second floor, unscrupulously performing a long or short symphony of life in each room.

It was the female singer named Mia who, after cleaning the stage silently, walked to the room on the side of the bar that led to the basement.

Soon, Artur also came down from the third floor, calling Wei Ran to clean the hall on the first floor together, and an old man in his fifties came out of the kitchen not far away to help.

It's just that this old guy seems to be a mute, and he communicated with gestures throughout the whole process. After cleaning up, the old guy even brought out some food and put it on the bar counter, and then he went behind the bar counter to store it. In the drinking room, I slowly took out a bedroll and spread it on the floor, and snored after a while.

Artur beckoned Wei Ran to sit down at the table closest to the stage, and while eating the food brought from the bar, he said in a low voice, "Frank's news, our things have arrived, now at On the boat at the pier, we will move all those things back later."

"Where's the chain dog Adam? What about him?" Wei Ran, who also brought a meal over, asked in a low voice while eating.

"Maybe I'm too nervous"

Artur didn't explain too much, "But it's best if you don't do it, Victor, you can go upstairs to rest after you're full, and we'll pick up things at two o'clock in the evening."

Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded happily, and took the rather delicious food on the plate into his mouth in two or three bites.

However, before he swallowed the last mouthful of fried fish, the singer Mia opened the door and waved to Artur urgently.

"Go upstairs first"

After Arthur finished speaking, he stood up and walked quickly to Mia's room. Taking advantage of the situation, the old man also turned off the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the lobby on the first floor.

Seeing the former get into Mia's house, the wooden door was closed immediately and there was a sound of locking it, Wei Ran suppressed his curiosity, and took advantage of the light from the second floor to step on the stairs to the third floor. Go in the direction of the building.

At the same time, the dumb old man who was sleeping in the room behind the bar quietly got up, leaned against the finger-wide gap on the wooden door, and quietly stared at the dim hall outside.

Slowly came to the third floor, the furnishings here are not much different from those of later generations.Randomly found a bedroom that looked fairly clean, Wei Ran locked the door and checked carefully, then drew the curtains, and then began to take things out of the metal book.

There are good news and bad news. The bad news is that there are not many things that can be taken out this time, only the Mauser bayonet, the titanium alloy saber, and the seemingly useless portable flagon and guns that can attract guns. The Soviet cloak, and the German leather boots brought out with the cloak are just that.But the good news is that at least the silencer on the sidearm that Mr. Alexander gave away is still there.

After checking the bullets in the pistol, Wei Ran put it back into the metal book, then lay on the bed, secretly guessing the origin of Artur's identity.

Combined with the current situation, the suspicion that Artur is from the UK is undoubtedly the biggest, but from the mouths of the dancers, it seems that he still has some unclear connections with Denmark.

On the other hand, since the singer Mia lived in the room with access to the basement, there was no doubt that something was wrong with her.

The last one is Frank the postman. Seeing how nervous Artur was just because the chain dog named Adam called away a German major, it is obvious that the postman has a higher "gold content".

In addition to these questions, another question that needs to be pondered by him is who are Juliet and Romeo mentioned in the metal book, how to assassinate the chain dog Adam, and where to get the camera to complete the shooting task.

After sorting out all these questions, Wei Ran pulled a woolen blanket to cover his body, then closed his eyes, and prepared to recharge his mind before talking.

At the same time, in the room on the first floor, the singer Mia was lying on the edge of the fireplace, holding a shovel in her hand, looking at the situation under the hole, and beside her, a Red-hot charcoal is still piled up in the tin bucket on the bed.

"Artur, how is he doing?" Mia asked in a low voice.

In the brightly lit basement, Artur and a woman who looked to be in her thirties and wearing a pair of glasses exchanged glances, and then shifted their gazes to a man lying on the bed.

The wound on the man's thigh was already inflamed, and pus had even begun to flow from the wound, and it was obvious that his consciousness was a little unconscious now.

Artur looked up at Mia, shook his head silently, and then helped the comatose man re-wrap the wound with clean gauze.

"We need to get the medicine as soon as possible, and we need to find a doctor who can perform surgery on him." The woman in the basement said worriedly.

"This is the port of Kiel, don't forget it." Artur sighed, "Let me think of a way."

After speaking, he walked to a shelf against the wall, took out two pistols and two boxes of ammunition from above, put them into his pocket, and then silently climbed up the steel railing.

Passing through the hole of the fireplace that was still warm, Artur used an iron hook to restore the iron plate to its original shape to cover the hole, and then covered the gap with the surrounding ashes, and finally put the still burning charcoal in the iron bucket It fell on top again.

And that Mia also picked up a long-haired brush, and carefully cleaned the ashes on the former's shoulders, and then carefully cleaned the dust on the floor.

"Wait, Victor and I go to the pier to pick up something"

Arthur sat on the bed and said in a low voice while checking the two pistols.

"Will he survive?" singer Mia asked worriedly.

"Maybe"

Arthur gave an ambiguous answer, "If we can find a chance to send him out of here, maybe we will have a chance."

"But this is the Port of Kiel," Mia whispered in despair.

"Yeah, this is the Port of Kiel." Artur sighed, "Okay, let's go to bed early, I will discuss it with Frank tonight, and if conditions permit, you will leave with him then."

"I won't leave, I will stay and help you." Singer Mia said firmly.

"I have the final say here." After Artur finished speaking, he got up and opened the door, and with the weapons and ammunition he had just taken out, he quietly walked towards the stairs.

(End of this chapter)