War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 712 Seals and Letters

Perhaps because of the function of the hospital here, the room Wei Ran walked into was extraordinarily spacious.There are even rare single beds with iron frames left in the room.

But compared to the wolf skins that are hung one by one on the wall with nails like specimens, there are more than a dozen animal traps and a hunting knife for skinning on the bed board of one of the iron canopy beds. , beside the bed was a rusty iron barrel, and on the marble floor around the iron barrel, there was a large black stain left by an unknown substance that had dried up.

Looking at the shoe covers under his feet, Wei Ran carefully walked into the room to check it carefully, bent down and picked up a tin tuna can from the floor.

Wei Ran rubbed it carefully with his gloves, and then found that the remaining production date on it showed that this canned skin came from June 1964, and the place of production was It's Kazan.

"It's getting more and more interesting"

Wei Ran muttered something to himself, and threw the tin can into the corner under the bed, and while dusting off his gloves, he walked out of this slaughterhouse-like room.

Cautiously came to the next door, this place used to be the same ward, but in this spacious room, there was only a thing covered with rags on the iron canopy bed farthest from the door and window.

Gently pushing aside the dusty white coat, Wei Ran was surprised to find that there were two wooden boxes the size of a microwave oven covered under the coat.

Strangely, the two wooden boxes without any markings on the outside seem to have never been opened.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran took out a pair of pliers and easily cut off the rusty metal cable tie. Then, with the help of a bayonet, he pried off the nails that fixed the cover.

However, when he opened the box, he found that there were actually two metal boxes, one big and one small, painted with yellow-green paint and shaped like oversized tin cans inside the wooden box.

On the surface of the large box, it was clearly marked in white Russian writing, and a full 10 kilograms of military TNT explosives were stored inside.Look at the smaller one, which contains the detonating wire, the detonator and the matching detonator.

Without dismantling the two metal boxes that were in good condition, Wei Ran put on the wooden cover and carefully opened the second wooden box.

Unsurprisingly, this box contained the same 10kg of explosives and matching detonating supplies.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran got up and left, and walked into the third room step by step.There is no difference in the size of this room, but beside one of the windows, there is a fireplace transformed from an oil barrel.

There is still a lot of chopped firewood piled up on the side of the iron barrel, and there is a pile of ashes left inside. There is even a small aluminum pot on the iron barrel, and there is still some food in the pot. Something like residue, and a small copper spoon with a five-pointed star cutout pattern.

In addition, there are several boxes of unopened cans, a box of Kazan-produced vodka, a kerosene lamp, and two 20-liter oil drums stacked on the only iron canopy bed in this room.

Returning to the corridor, Wei Ran glanced at the only room left in the corridor, then at the dog behind him lying on the floor looking at him wagging his tail, then walked to the door of the room and gently opened it. Animal skins hanging from the door frame.

With just one glance, he saw a hideous-looking mummy half-lying against the wall on the single bed by the window!

Compared with the previous ones, this room is almost half the size. In addition to an iron frame cart with a dead body lying on it, there is also a cast iron stove with a chimney, and there is even a pile of coke in the hearth. Knot of ashes.

In addition, there is a wooden table that is not too big. In addition to a kerosene lamp, there are also an open medical bag, a deformed bullet, and a dusty box on the table. Kraft envelope.

Without rushing to move the envelope, Wei Ran walked carefully to the bed where the mummy was, and gently took a TT33 pistol with the muzzle facing the door from the hand of the skinny corpse.

Pulling the rusty slide, Wei Ran found that this pistol, like the rifle outside, was still loaded with bullets.

After emptying the chamber and taking out the magazine, he put the pistol on the table, then lifted the sleeping bag covering the lower body of the mummy little by little, and performed a careful autopsy on him.

Without much effort at all, Wei Ran found stitched marks on the right side of his abdomen near the hip bone. At the same time, he also found black stains left by dried blood on the clothes next to this place.

In addition, he also accidentally discovered that the other hand of the corpse was holding a cylindrical seal tightly.

It took a lot of effort to take out the slightly yellowed seal. Wei Ran rubbed the side with the engraved handwriting with his hands. After looking around, he pressed it directly on the dusty table.

When he mentioned the seal, a stamp barely appeared on the dusty desktop, but the dust was not ink pad after all, so it was really hard to see.

After patting his forehead, he took out his mobile phone which had no signal at all, and took a photo of the side of the seal with the lettering, and then flipped and enlarged the photo.However, even so, he couldn't recognize what was written on it.

Too lazy to waste brain cells, Wei Ran sent the processed photo to the satellite phone via bluetooth, and then sent the photo to Xia Shushi, a friend he met in China through the satellite phone.

When the photo was sent successfully, this guy didn't bother to think about the time difference, so he directly dialed it with a satellite phone.

After waiting for a while, when the call was connected, Xia Shushi on the other end asked with a slight sense of distance, "Who is that?"

"I, Wei Ran"

Simply and directly revealing his identity, Wei Ran waited for the other party's long-pitched "Oh!" before continuing, "Is it convenient for you now?"

"It's convenient, of course it's convenient!" Xia Shushi on the other end of the phone said cheerfully, "Is there a business to take care of?"

"It's not a business yet, do me a favor."

Wei Ran said without a pause, "I sent you a photo, please help me see what is written on it."

"Okay, then wait for me to download." "I won't hang up." Wei Ran indirectly hinted that he was more anxious to know the answer.

"Let me see first"

After Xia Shushi responded, there was no movement. Fortunately, he didn't make Wei Ran wait long before he gave a reply, "The content on this seal is translated into Chinese, which means Quanyang sage, and it is a personal name. Quanyang is a person. The surname, the sage is the first name. It looks like it should be the devil's seal, where did you see it?"

"Dogs raise sages?" Wei Ran couldn't help laughing, "Dogs raise sages?"

"The little devil's surname is the same thing, there are cow dung surnames."

Xia Shushi explained without surprise, and then asked, "Brother, did you find the seal of some World War II devil?"

"Why do you ask that?" Wei Ran curiously threw the question back.

"You asked me about the devil's poke in Russia, so you must have discovered the devil's prisoner of war who stayed in Siberia digging potatoes again?"

Xia Shushi said proudly, "How is it? Did you find anything interesting besides the seal?"

This guy is pretty smart
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and replied with a normal expression, "Not yet, I just found a seal by accident, but I'm not sure if it belongs to a devil, so I'm asking you."

Before Xia Shushi could say anything more, Wei Ran changed the subject and asked, "How is your old man?"

"Still the same"

Xia Shushi smiled and replied, "Isn't it cold? I sent him to the south for the winter after the National Day holiday. My parents are taking care of him."

"You didn't follow?"

"What am I doing to find that uncomfortable"

Xia Shushi paused, and brought up the topic again unwilling to give up, "Brother, if you find any devil's stuff over there, you can share it with me. If you need free labor for digging graves and whipping corpses or something Think of me."

"I will never forget you when I find out." Wei Ran dealt with it dumbfoundingly, made various promises half-truthfully, and then hung up the call with the other party.

Weighing the seal in his hand, Wei Ran put it in his pocket after thinking for a moment, and then picked up the kraft paper envelope on the table.

There was only a thin piece of letter paper in the envelope, and a bullet casing from Nagant's bullet.

Putting the bullet case aside, Wei Ran took off the suede gloves on his hands, and put on an extra layer of medical rubber gloves, then picked up the folded letter paper again, and opened it carefully.

Dear daughter:
I'm sorry I couldn't make it back in time to spend Christmas with you and I desperately hope you never get a chance to read this because it doesn't just mean that I tricked you into asking Santa for something I forgot to give you last year The Christmas gift thing is fake, which means you have come to this ghost place too.

But if you do read this letter, Dad wants you to go home immediately and go to the ceiling of the bathroom on the second floor.

I left a little gift for you behind the map I posted there, besides that, there is some money in the safe, the code is Mom's birthday, give all that money to Auntie, she will take care of you until you grown up.

Finally, good boy, hurry home with the letter I wrote to you, and let me stay here.I never noticed how beautiful it is here.

Sighing secretly, Wei Ran carefully folded the letter back to its original shape, and stuffed it back into the envelope along with the bullet case.

It can be seen that the person who left this letter was careful enough not to leave any identifying information between the lines of that letter.

Not only that, when Wei Ran inspected the corpse just now, he didn't find any personal items that could be identified.

But even so, he can still be sure that the corpse lying on the bed is undoubtedly the original owner of the house with a mezzanine attic.

(End of this chapter)