War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 631 Bad luck
In the building where only the moonlight provided some light, Wei Ran first searched the hall carefully, and then pushed open the door of a room.

Unexpectedly, this room doesn't even have windows, and on the surrounding walls, there are backlit panels hanging next to each other. In the center of the room, there are two rows of solid wood cabinets, but there are Yes, it is a piece of X-ray film!

Without turning on the backlight, Wei Ran closed the door, and with the light of the small flashlight, he randomly took out a bag and took a rough look.

This X-ray film is of a human hand, but there is no information at all except for a set of meaningless numbers at the corners.And on the X-ray of that hand, nothing valuable or any pathological changes could be seen.

Putting it back in place, Wei Ran left this room and pushed to the next room.There are windows in this room, but there are only various medical materials and medical records of unknown origin.

Continue to look at the third room, and there are all kinds of outdated weapons in it, from revolvers to the standard pistols of the U.S. military "throughout the dynasties", to the outdated M1 Garand, M1 Carbine, and even outdated guns. M14 and earlier versions of the AR15 rifle.

In addition, you can also find all kinds of bayonets here, as well as the individual equipment, military uniforms and medical equipment of the US military during the 38th War and the Vietnam War. Zooka Bazooka!
When he pushed open the door of the last room, he found that it was just a bedroom, and there was nothing else in it except a bed.

After closing the door, Wei Ran stepped on the steps carefully to the second floor. Compared with the strange downstairs, the second floor returned to normal, with solid wood floors and slightly old furniture.

The only four rooms also have their own styles, but at the same time, it can be inferred from some small furnishings that the people who lived here should be women, or more precisely, girls who are not too old .

Continue to go in the direction of the third floor.The layout of this layer seems somewhat incomprehensible.The first-floor space of Nuoda is divided into two parts, one half of which is arranged like a dance practice room, and there are even traces of wear and tear left over the years on the surrounding railings, as well as a pair of dancers who don't know who discarded them. shoe.

And in the other half of the space, except for the huge cross and the statue of Jesus.However, there is only one not-so-big bookshelf. Books are placed neatly on this bookshelf, and even at the side, the only three categories are carefully classified with metal plates-war memory, Medicine, glory.

I casually took out a book from the row of war memories. Just from the title, I could tell that it was a memoir about the 38-degree war, and the author of this book happened to be a man named "Ian Bruno" man!
He took out his mobile phone and took a picture against the cover of the book. Wei Ran picked up the second book after a few books.

It can still be seen from the title that this is a memoir about the Vietnam War, and the author's signature is still "Ian Bruno"!
Unbelievers picked up another book again, it was still a memoir, but the subject of the name description became a field doctor, and the author was still "Ian Bruno"!
Putting the memoir in his hand back to its original place, Wei Ran pulled out a book about neurology from the medical category at the bottom, and focused on the author's signature, it turned out to be "Ian Bruno"!
Take a look at the "Glory" category on the top level. There are some medals and medals issued by the United States during the 38th War and the Vietnam War, as well as some medical professional awards in the 80s and [-]s. In addition, there are more than a dozen different types of medical journals. These journals are extremely well preserved, and each of them has a bookmark, and the author of the article published on the page of the bookmark is still that Ian. Bruno.

So this Ian Bruno is the target?
Wei Ran pondered for a while, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and searched this space carefully, but unfortunately, except for the books on the bookshelf, which were barely considered valuable information, he never found any other clues , Even in the attic, nothing useful was found at all.

"Looks like I'm going to have a look at the other side," Wei Ran muttered, and after cleaning up the whole thing, he quietly left the room.

Along the way, he went to look at the church building next to him and the barn that was too big. What made him laugh and cry was that there was no God in the church-like building, but there were a few cars parked that didn’t look cheap. Cars, several Harley motorcycles of different models, and even a rubber boat near the door.

And in that large and excessive barn, there were also no crops, but more like a horse farm. He also saw a few dusty saddles on the shelves against the wall.

Without wasting any more time, Wei Ran carefully followed the concrete bridge across the river to the opposite bank.

This place is no different from the land on the opposite side. A circle of corn was also planted next to the barbed wire, and a shadow wall was made out of the cornfield, blocking the view of the concrete bridge.

Surrounding the cornfield, in addition to a large area of ​​arable land full of various crops, facing the concrete bridge, there is also a large forest and a cement-hardened helicopter landing pad.

Seeing the surrounding layout clearly, Wei Ran moved closer under the cover of the lush corn field.

On the edge of this forest, there is also a Victorian red brick building and a large over-the-top barn.

However, the barn was neatly filled with all kinds of large agricultural machinery.On the other hand, the red brick building next to it, which looked no different from the other side, was a little dilapidated. Not only were the walls covered with vines, but even the windows were covered a lot.

Why don't you need to deliberately set the scene if you're shooting a ghost movie?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, took out his cell phone to check the time, and then carefully touched the door of the almost abandoned building.

What surprised him was that the door of this building was locked, not to mention that there was also a strange blue sign inlaid on the door.

The blue logo, which is the size of a washbasin, resembles the Jewish hexagonal Star of David on the outside, but the center is a swastika.If someone who doesn't know why sees it, they might think it's a crossbreeding thing between the Jew and Nagi.

But where does this symbol seem to have been seen?

Wei Ran muttered to himself, while speaking, he took out a bunch of lockpicking tools from his pocket, and easily pried open the door.

To his surprise, although the outside of this building is dilapidated, it looks full of technology inside.

Not only was there a clean rubber floor under his feet, but even as he opened the door, two blue light strips automatically lit up at the baseboards on both sides of the door.And more than two meters away in front of it, there is actually a glass door!
Not daring to waste time, Wei Ran put on the shoe covers as quickly as possible, pushed open the glass door and found a socket, and inserted a handmade heaven key into the socket.

After the crisp sound of "crackling", the sound of the central air conditioner stopped running, and the blue light strip at the door also went out.

He unplugged the wire from the socket and put it in his pocket. Wei Ran searched with a flashlight and found the electric box.

After looking at the air switch that tripped automatically due to a short circuit, Wei Ran took out the flashlight from his cuff and began to observe carefully.

Although this house looked miserable on the outside, the inside was even better than the one opposite, and the furniture was extraordinarily luxurious. However, all the windows he could see had heavy blackout curtains drawn.

Forget it, when he looked at the rooms one by one, he found that all the living rooms upstairs and downstairs were not only furnished in a style full of technology, but even the quilts and pillows on the beds At the corners, there are rusted blue signs that are exactly the same as the door.

Forget it, on the bedside of each room, there is actually the same book - "Message from Aliens".

"Why does the title of this book sound so familiar?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the blue logo embroidered on the corner of the pillow again.

"Fuck! Unlucky!"

Wei Ran cursed secretly, until he saw this book, he finally remembered what the symbol represented belatedly.

To put it simply, the weird hybrid of the hexagram and the swastika represents an international evil organization called the "Raelian Movement".

Don't underestimate this organization. This thing is far from a "Galaxy Federation" with twin ponytails designed to deceive old men and women. A considerable part of its followers are rich people.

Of course, if you expect these rich people with [-] minds to really believe in that nonsense teaching, it is definitely impossible.

What those people pursue is nothing more than planning to have a frank chat with the beautiful low-level female believers on the bed about their common beliefs, or to borrow an organ from those healthy low-level believers, or even let the female believers help them "give birth" Organs are used to continue life.

As for what those low-level believers are after, maybe it's just pure love, pure stupidity, and pure greed.

Of course, the reason why he can know this is thanks to the experience of summarizing the methods and methods by analyzing the methods used by the famous evil screaming organizations to win people's hearts when that old fellow Gorman taught him the torture course.

So in this ghost place, Wei Ran's heart sank, and he left the room as fast as he could and climbed up to the top floor.

Like the other building, the space on this floor is also divided into two parts.However, what occupies the main part this time is not like a dance classroom. Instead, it is filled with bookshelves like a library. The bookshelves are mostly all kinds of weird fallacies and heresies, as well as some unknown things. All kinds of toilet literature about aliens and the like.

In the other half of the space, it was arranged like a church, except that the cross was replaced by the sign seen on the gate.

But compared to this weird scene illuminated by a flashlight, the abandoned stockings and women's underwear on a table not far away, as well as a dozen randomly discarded syringes, imply that the "alien" enshrined here seems to be interested in Its adherents are exceptionally "tolerant".

No, no, something is missing.
Wei Ran extinguished the flashlight, tried to recall in the dark, and then remembered the street lamp he saw when he came here last night, and the working monitoring probe under the street lamp!

"Since the monitoring is working, there must be a monitoring terminal." Wei Ran subconsciously looked at the wooden stairs leading to the attic while thinking of this.

(End of this chapter)