War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 696 Germination
Time has entered the cold November, and Wei Ran and others have returned to relatively warm Kazan as early as a week ago.

But even in Kazan, the average temperature has already dropped below zero.So in order to cope with the cold, Wei Ran lit the fireplace that had not been used since the renovation of the house on the day he came back, and turned on the heating system of the whole house.

The temperature is not the only thing that has changed significantly. After such a long period of maintenance, the workshop next door has also successfully completed the installation of the roof and glass curtain wall.Even the sunken space has been well waterproofed and a roof has been added, turning the once sunken floor directly into a basement.

Although the renovation work on the ground is still going on, and it may not be completed until before the Chinese New Year, the basement in this workshop has become the favorite place for the Katenka sisters to come.

There is no other reason. At the beginning, Wei Ran promised that Anfeiya's server would be hidden in this basement. Recently, Anfeiya has spent almost all of her time in this basement, which is completely her own server. Various debugging work came up.

As for her older sister, Anfisa, she also occupied a room in the basement and created a laboratory with an independent exhaust system by herself.And the ghost knows what kind of ecstasy drug this girl gave Sui Sui, and the latter was extraordinarily supportive.

Of course, Sui Sui also made a place for himself in the basement, but there are only two claw machines, a dancing machine, and three coin-operated games. In addition to the machine, there are two electric mahjong tables against the wall, and a billiard table in the center that takes up most of the space.

Even, this lawless girl is going to let the foreman, Lao Li, decorate a KTV box for her next door.
Letting these three idle girls fiddle around in the basement, Wei Ran, who spends time by the fireplace every day, is thinking about when to go back to China and put those gold bricks hidden in the background wall of the TV in the living room into the transport truck. in the safe.

Although it is inevitable that every time the transport car is taken out, it will be tortured like being stabbed with needles all over the body, but there is no doubt that hiding the gold in the transport car is undoubtedly the safest.

It's just that, after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think about where to find a sufficiently concealed place to take out the transport vehicle after he went back.

After all, according to the regulations of the metal book, the things sent into the safe can only be taken out from where they were sent in.He didn't want to send so much gold in, but he couldn't get it out when he needed it in the future.

"You can't go back to China and buy a closed garage big enough for a safe."

Wei Ran, who was lying on the rocking chair, scratched and pulled the dog lying next to him, and muttered something to himself.

Leaving aside whether this is necessary, he really doesn't have much cash in his account now, not to mention that this matter is over, Kajik has never mentioned the matter of paying the investigation fee, even if it is only 1 million rubles.

While he was thinking wildly by the fireplace at home, the Guppyi Pasta Restaurant in Italy quietly reopened after being closed for several months.

It's just that, sitting behind the bar on the first floor is the former social horror girl Monica, and of course, there is also the kid Matthew who doesn't have to go to class on weekends.

"Auntie, are you really okay?" Matthew, who had a natural curly head, asked almost dully.

"Of course no problem! My cooking skills are very good!"

Monica responded confidently, "And we only have seven tables, and we only open in the afternoon every day. Even if that idiot Tassie doesn't want to go downstairs to help, I can handle it myself."

"This is definitely not my Aunt Monica!"

Little friend Matthew secretly made a judgment, carefully got off the high stool, and climbed up the stairs to the small bar on the second floor.

It's colder here than downstairs, and even the lights are much dimmed. At the table closest to the bar, the former cleanliness Tassie is sitting on a chair, with her feet on the table and holding a Pizza, flipping through the news about precision machinery with a tablet in one hand, not paying attention to the food scraps accidentally dropped on the screen and chest.

"It's not Uncle Tassi either!"

Matthew clutched his bangs and fell into a daze.In this little guy's impression, his Aunt Monica and Uncle Tassie should be two "trash" who can't live without him. Now these two people have suddenly become normal after disappearing for a few months. He became a little at a loss.

"Matthew, come here."

Taci waved at the little guy, reached out and took out a few banknotes from his pocket, shook them, and said solemnly, "Help me go to the Guppie Pasta Restaurant downstairs to buy a piece of pasta, and then buy two mo Chef Nika's muffins, a cup of coffee, and the rest of the money is yours."

"I'll send it to you right away!"

Matthew, who had already been trained by an unscrupulous girl, snatched the banknotes without even realizing it, and responded, before running down the stairs on his two short legs.

After the reopened Gubijing Pasta Restaurant finished a whole day of trial operation, although there were not many diners in total, at least the diners who came here made it clear that the taste was better than the previous ones when it was open. few.And with a little encouragement, Monica, who was a little apprehensive, also ignited more confidence.

Leaving the job of cleaning the restaurant to Taci and Matthew, Monica took a bunch of keys and walked along the alley to the door of the house where Katenka once lived.

With an almost pilgrimage-like mood, she opened the heavy door. After Monica locked the door, she ran up the stairs to the second floor without even turning on the light, and went straight into a bedroom.

In this room, apart from the computer Katenka gave her, there is also a logo of the Hela organization carved out of metal on the wall. Don't ask, just look at the exquisite carving and meticulous polishing traces. You know, it's definitely Tassie's handwriting.

Taking a deep breath and pressing the computer's power button, Monica waited for a while, then skillfully opened the webpage and logged in to a website.

After the page jump was completed, mathematical formulas, physical formulas, and even chemical reaction equations in fluorescent colors began to flash across the pitch-black screen like pop.

In the lower right corner of this cool page with a strong middle school atmosphere, there is a scarlet Hella organization logo and a sentence in English—are you satisfied with your current self?

"I'm not satisfied!"

Monica muttered excitedly, and at the same time moved the mouse to click on the pattern of the beautiful devil's face.

Although there was no change on the page, she took out an authenticator that Wei Ran once owned from her pocket and connected it to the computer.

After verifying almost exactly the same, the page was redirected again, and then a chat page similar to an online discussion group appeared.

Taking a deep breath again, Monica clattered on the keyboard, enthusiastically discussing the unfinished topic with her friends yesterday.

At the same time, on the third floor of the Aurora Tavern, which has long been closed to the public in the small town of Tula, the retired teachers Lauritz and his wife were still in their room, earnestly preparing the lectures for the girls and children tomorrow.

These girls and children have to learn a lot of things in order to integrate into the local life, the most important of which is undoubtedly language, and this is the first challenge faced by the two teachers who were responsible for teaching geography and music courses respectively .

Downstairs in the Aurora Tavern, the old Ivan in a suit also closed his business after seeing off the last table of drinkers, closed the door on the first floor from the outside, turned around and walked into the living cabin of the transport vehicle parked not far away.

After locking the door and taking off the well-fitting suit, old Ivan closed the steel shutters to block all the outside view, then took out the key to open the safe, and took out a roll of film from the hidden compartment inside.

Sighing secretly, the old Ivan put the roll of film back in its original place and hid it away, then locked the door of the safe again, sat at the table slowly, and continued to study day after day relying on the laptop knowledge about microorganisms and the space environment.

Just as no one knows what kind of existence the Hela organization, which has just sprouted at this time, will become in the future, no one knows how much Apolly, whose alias is Ivan, has taught himself how much he can do during the more than [-] years of anonymity. The knowledge to rekindle the fire—even if he knew clearly that it was impossible to send the long-extinguished fire to Mars by himself.

(End of this chapter)