War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 369 Betrayal
Amidst the sound of pattering hooves, Wei Ran rode the black horse out of the oak forest, made a big circle, and then returned to the muddy road connecting the town where the Siren Tavern was located, and headed straight for Ferm Village.

The distance of seven kilometers, even if the road is muddy, can be covered in less than half an hour for a horse.

Therefore, before Wei Ran had a good experience of the fun of galloping horses, he saw a wooden signpost at a fork in the road.

Guided by the arrow on the road sign, the strong black horse and Wei Ran stopped at a village next to the forest at the end of the fork.

Looking around, Wei Ran pulled the reins, patted the horse's butt with the rusty heavy cavalry knife in his hand, turned around and walked into the forest south of the village.

From a distance, he saw a twilight light in the depths of the forest, followed the light and approached slowly, and before he could confirm whether this was the cemetery he was looking for, there was a rapid dog barking right in front of him.

Now that he had been discovered, Wei Ran continued to move forward, and finally saw a small house with a kerosene lamp hanging at the door.

On the side of the house made of wood and stone, crosses and tombstones are neatly lined up in the glade full of weeds. There is even a sculpture of a soldier riding a horse and holding a cavalry sword in the position directly in front of him.

Looking down at the cavalry sword in his hand, Wei Ran became more and more puzzled.However, before he got off his horse, the door opened a gap from the inside, and then, a middle-aged man with a shotgun in his hand hid his body half-hidden behind the door frame and asked indifferently, "What's the matter? "

"Information" Wei Ran briefly explained the purpose of his visit.

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged man said, "Get off the horse and leave the weapon on the table by the door."

"no problem"

Wei Ran quickly got off his horse, tied the reins to the post at the door, put the heavy cavalry knife used as a whip on the table, and then took out the pistol and two guns that Arthur gave him before. Put a spare magazine together.

"cloak off"

The middle-aged man continued, and waited until Wei Ran took off his cloak and put it on the table as he asked, and asked him to turn around again to make sure that the latter was not carrying any weapons, then he opened the wooden door completely. "come in."

Wei Ran looked around and the direction behind him again, and finally walked into the house vigilantly, followed the middle-aged man and sat by the fireplace.

"Who told you to come here?" The middle-aged man sat on a chair and asked with the shotgun in his hand on his legs.

"Romeo"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, the middle-aged man's brows trembled, and he followed closely, "How is his condition?"

"Not very good, but it's safe for the time being." Hearing this, the middle-aged man heaved a sigh of relief, "Tell me, what information?"

"The departure time of the submarine." Wei Ran paused for a while, and told the details of the details, and told the middle-aged man sitting opposite him in detail.

"How can I believe that what you said is true?" The middle-aged man asked vigilantly, and one of his hands never left the shotgun on his lap from the beginning to the end.

"Romeo gave me this"

Wei Ran gently took out the pen that Arthur gave him from his coat pocket, pulled off the cap and handed it to the other party.

Taking the pen without the cap, the middle-aged man asked, "Why don't you give me the cap?"

Wei Ran spread his hands, "How do I know? Romeo said so you will believe my identity."

"Lie down on the ground, spread the backs of your hands and stick them on the floor!"

Without any warning, the middle-aged man raised the shotgun in his hand again, and the side-by-side muzzles pointed straight at Wei Ran, who was less than two meters away!
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran obediently followed the other party's request and lay down on the floor, and asked calmly, "Can you explain? At least don't let me die without understanding."

"Someone will explain to you"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he sat on Wei Ran's back, stepped on his right hand with one foot, then grabbed his left hand, tied it tightly with a leather rope, and was stepped on right hands tied together.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't seem to be planning to kill him for a while, Wei Ran didn't resist, and let the other party tie his hands behind him, then pulled him up again, and tied him with a relatively thicker rope. The chair you just sat on.

"Is it possible to explain now?" Wei Ran looked at the middle-aged man who was packing his things and asked.

"If you make any more noise, I'll cut off one of your legs!"

The middle-aged man warned Wei Ran again, turned his head and continued to take things out of a wooden box in the corner.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything in this capacity, Wei Ran stopped talking nonsense, took out the Mauser bayonet from the metal book, and easily cut the rope that bound him under the cover of the splashing rain outside the window.

Putting away the bayonet, Wei Ran pulled the rope off his body and slammed it hard at the opponent, and then a pistol with a suppressor appeared in his hand.

"Can you explain now?" Wei Ran looked at the other party with a smile and asked, "How about this, how about lying on the ground now?"

The dull-faced middle-aged man glanced at the shotgun that was less than a meter away from him, and finally lay obediently on the floor.

After switching roles in just a few minutes, Wei Ran would not tie up the middle-aged man with a rope like the other party, but directly dislocated his elbow and knee joints, and then he was in the middle-aged man again. Amidst the screams of pain, he checked him carefully.He took out the few gold bars he had just put into his pocket, some mark coins and paper notes, and even some valuable things such as gold rings and gold pocket watches, and put them on the table.

Picking up the pen that Arthur gave him back then, Wei Ran recapped it, and lightly stepped on the dislocated elbow of the middle-aged man, crushing it hard, while hearing the other party's screams and Asked for mercy, "Now tell me why you tied me up. Of course, you can lie, anyway, the cemetery outside won't mind if I bury a living person in it."

"Romeo! It's Romeo! He made me do it!" wailed the middle-aged man, "take your foot off me, my arm is going to break! Please, take your foot off me!" "

"Why?" Wei Ran not only did not move his feet, but increased his strength a little.

"Pen cap! Pulling the cap off is a signal!"

The middle-aged man replied very quickly, "According to the agreement, the person he sent to find me, as long as the pen cap is removed, I will lock him here, and then go to the next place agreed with him, waiting He will send someone over next time."

"Why?" Wei Ran asked slowly, and at the same time put almost his whole body weight on the opponent's dislocated joints.

"Exchange money!" The middle-aged man replied weeping bitterly.

"Who is the money exchange from?" Wei Ran, who had already guessed the general idea, asked patiently.

"The British, and the Germans!" The middle-aged man continued to explain without waiting for Wei Ran to ask, "After the loss of our intelligence personnel, the British will provide us with activity funds to recruit new helpers."

"Where are the Germans?" Wei Ran asked while massaging the dislocated joint with the sole of his foot.

"Those who cooperate with Romeo, the intelligence they provide is too low. Romeo and I are going to eliminate them, and we are going to use their bodies to exchange some money with the Germans, and at the same time, we can gain the trust of the Germans."

"Whose idea is this?" Wei Ran asked with more strength.

"Romeo! Romeo's idea!"

"What about you? Who are you? How did you get in touch with Romeo?"

"I'm an Englishman, and my sister is Romeo's wife, and I was the one who took the initiative to find him." The middle-aged man cried and replied, "Get your feet off! Please, my The arm is literally going to break."

"Don't worry, let me think about what else to ask."

Wei Ran simply stood up, stepped on the opponent's joints and asked, "What happened last time Romeo was exposed?"

"We originally wanted to kill the postman and replace it with our own people. He controls an underground post office for Polish exiles and Jews. As long as we can be replaced by our own people, we can know where more Poles and Jews are hiding, but We didn't expect to accidentally attract the attention of the dog on the leash. Please, put your foot down."

"So these valuable things on the table are the funds you cheated from the British?" Wei Ran ignored the other party's pleading and asked, "When did it start?"

"Half a year ago," the middle-aged man cried and replied.

"Okay, the last two questions." Wei Ran asked with a smile, "What is this place? How did you hide here?"

"Romeo arranged it. It is said that the father of the hostess of the tavern was the grave keeper here before his death."

"Okay, one last question." Wei Ran asked with a smile, "Where exactly are you going next?"

"Lenzburg, Lenzburg!" The middle-aged man who was tortured by Wei Ran and almost cried bitterly replied without thinking, "Renzburg Church, my contact person is a person named Nai in the choir of that church. happy woman."

"What's the code word for the connection?" Wei Ran asked.

"May Allah send punishment on the guilty, may Allah send forgiveness on the irrational, and may Allah send mercy on the displaced."

Hearing this, Wei Ran took out Artur's pocket watch and looked at it. Seeing that there was still time, he let go of the foot that had been stepping on the opponent's elbow.

The middle-aged man lying on the floor immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could say anything, Wei Ran grabbed his arm that had been stepped on just now, and then dislocated it with a crisp click. The elbow joint is reset.

Amid the screams of the middle-aged man, Wei Ran carried a chair across his body, and then lightly stepped on the joint of his other hand with his foot!
"Okay, let's ask the question again. If you remember something wrong, this is the last chance to correct it. If the final result satisfies me, maybe I will let you live. If you answer quickly enough, I will also help you restore this hand to its original state. Don’t worry, although the process is painful, my craftsmanship is very good. If you don’t believe me, move the fingers of the other hand, and it’s ready to use now.”

"Are you really willing to let me go?" While the middle-aged man was asking, he subconsciously moved the elbow that Wei Ran had been stepping on. Although the elbow was still painful, it was indeed as he said. That can really move!
However, before he came back to his senses, Wei Ran's feet had already started exerting force, and the middle-aged man who had just breathed a sigh of relief let out a series of screams again.

"Like God promises, as long as you satisfy me, I will definitely let you survive."

Wei Ran solemnly made a promise in front of the other party, and at the same time pretended to draw a cross on his chest. Immediately afterwards, he shuffled the order of the questions he had just asked, and started the torture again.

During the repeated tortures using the other party's limbs and joints, Wei Ran finally reluctantly believed the other party's confession, and in the expectation of the middle-aged man, he withdrew his strength and moved his foot away from the socket of his left knee.

It's a pity that Wei Ran didn't help him restore his dislocated last leg after the torture as before, as the other party expected, but got up and opened the door and walked out.

The sweaty middle-aged man turned over with difficulty, lying on the floor wet with sweat and his own urine, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, although the young man didn't care about his left leg, But at least he survived.

Unfortunately, before he could catch his breath, Wei Ran came back with a heavy cavalry sword from the World War I era.

"What are you going to do?" The middle-aged man asked in a panic with a hoarse voice, while supporting his painful hands, he moved his body back with difficulty, "You swore you would let me go!"

"Yes." Wei Ran smiled, "It's a pity that I don't believe in that poor guy who is naked and tied to a cross."

Before the words fell, the rusty heavy cavalry knife passed through the middle-aged man's chest and was nailed to the wooden floor.

Glancing at the middle-aged man nailed to the floor with a cavalry knife, Wei Ran pulled the contents of the table into another canvas pocket he just found, then tied it to his belt, and seized the time to check the wooden house Seeing that there was nothing special, he put on his cloak and left this house full of lies and betrayal.

(End of this chapter)