War Photographer's Notebook

The day before leaving the free electricity, Wei Ran talked for a whole afternoon with Qin Ershi, Xia Shushi and Zhong Zhen in a closed Chinese restaurant.

During this afternoon, the former CBI family search group was reorganized, and the organizational structure was determined, with Wei Ran, Xia Shushi, and Zhong Zhen each performing their duties in the Ming Dynasty, and Qin Ershi alone in the dark assisting with all his strength.By the way, they also clarified their respective division of labor and consistent combat goals.

At the end of this long meeting with only four participants, Zhong Zhen also gave each of Wei Ran a small gift.

Contrary to Wei Ran and Xia Shushi's expectations, what Zhong Zhen gave Qin II was a thumb-sized ivory seal.

When they were in the UK, Wei Ran and Xia Shushi saw this seal with their own eyes in the canvas cover of the British P44 kettle.

In Zhong Zhen's introduction, the father of his cousin Zhou Qiguang, that is, the old man Zhou Guochang, designed this seal himself when he decided to set up a family-hunting group.

And the role of this seal is to unconditionally mobilize all the resources of the Zhou family and some wealthy Chinese businessmen who had made good friends at that time to provide help in Free Electric.

What surprised the three of Wei Ran even more was that even the seductive monk was once a member of the family-seeking group.

It's a pity that time has passed by for decades, and now this seal has long lost its effect. Those Chinese who were willing to help the family-seeking group unconditionally, also fled to death because of the suppression of the TV watch party. Those who survived have long since fallen.

What is even more ironic is that, according to Zhong Zhen, the vast majority of Chinese in Free North today are almost entirely focused on the bloody business of defrauding their compatriots. They have long forgotten what blood is flowing from their bodies. color.

"Anyway, I'll leave this to you, the chief logistics manager."

Zhong Zhen finally said to Qin Ershi, "My cousin asked me to tell you that although this dragon boat flower seal has no practical effect, he is still willing to do his best to help the family-seeking group."

"Leave it to me." Qin Ershi held the seal in his palm, "We brothers must fight a good battle."

"Don't worry, I'll start looking for documents when I get home." Xia Shushi was the first to promise. "When I go back, I will also develop those photos immediately."

When Wei Ran said this, he patted the gift box given to him by Zhong Zhen just now. In addition to the films he washed out by himself, there were also some items such as bracelets and amulet handles in the gift box. Such as various colored jadeite products.

However, perhaps it is because it is not expensive to be close to the place of origin, or Zhong Zhen specially selected better materials, so that these Wen Lan's jade products seem to be made of materials that the devil Kitao Zhida gave him not long ago. On the statue of Buddha.

Almost at the same time as the four of them settled down on business, a bus accompanied by several off-road vehicles returned to the hotel one after another.

And that Kitao Chitatsu asked his daughter to take out the document from the room and handed it to him before he also returned to the room. He didn't notice that the document was opened, let alone noticed that the corridor The camera on the wall has been aiming at the door of their father and daughter's room.

As the instigator, Wei Ran also did not mention the Japanese document whose content is still unknown to Qin Ershi and others.

But on the shore of Kaban Lake in Kazan, Anfeya has turned all the computers hacked a few hours ago upside down, secretly copied all the interesting things, and stored them in a separate mobile hard disk inside.

Time flies to the morning of leaving the free power station. On the tarmac of the airport in Mandalay, Zhou Qiguang, wearing a dark gray tunic suit, watched the last box of urns into the cabin with a complicated expression, and finally sighed, solemnly He bowed towards the hatch that was about to close.

When the cabin door was completely closed, Zhou Qiguang also straightened up, seriously shook hands with Wei Ran and others who were also wearing Chinese tunic suits, and together with Zhong Zhen, watched the three of them and the film crew brought back from Mo's Village successively. Boarded the gangway of the transport plane.

Moments later, this special flight took off from the airport smoothly and gradually disappeared
In view.

In less than an hour, this special flight landed steadily at Fujichong Airport.However, contrary to Wei Ran's expectations, although there were already people waiting for a long time at the airport outside the porthole, no matter Qin Ershi or Xia Shushi, they had no intention of getting off the plane at all. Smoked a cigarette.On the contrary, the film crew, as if they had received the news long ago, under the leadership of the person in charge, each took their equipment and got off the plane one by one.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Wei Ran asked puzzled. "I can't go down"

Qin Ershi said as a matter of course, "We are not the protagonists today, so there is no need to go down to grab the limelight. Anyway, we have already sent them home, and our task has been completed."

Wei Ran has no doubts that the other party is just pretending. After getting along these few days, among other things, at least the film crew who has been following the action has never interviewed anyone, and has never deliberately shot anyone. .Most of the time, the entire film crew is nothing more than a few camera brothers taking turns to shoot silently.

"You are worried about bumping into each other." "Stop talking nonsense"

Qin Ershi didn't wait for Xia Shushi to finish, then changed the subject bluntly and said, "Wei Ran, wait until we get off the plane and take us to Dali, and then we can have fun in Dali for a few days before leaving? This time your girlfriend is not here, just fine bring you."

"It's okay to rest"

Wei Ran waved his hand without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, took out his mobile phone, and said while buying a ticket to fly to the capital with a big gift, "I have to go back to the capital as soon as possible to meet others, and then go back to Russia. It’s been more than a week since I’ve been lying down, and if I don’t go back, my girlfriend probably thinks I’ve been sold to Mianbeika.”

"You two have such a good relationship," Xia Shushi said jokingly, "I will definitely go to your library when I have a chance in the future."

"welcome any time"

Wei Ran put away his mobile phone, and after waiting patiently for about half an hour while chatting with the two, the plane also took off again, and not long after, it landed smoothly at Dali Airport.

He went through the immigration formalities at this airport step by step. Accompanied by Qin Ershi and Xia Shushi, Wei Ran waited at the airport for more than an hour, and boarded the flight to the capital without stopping.

At the same time, in the National War Cemetery in Tengchong, a huge red emerald ore stele was also firmly standing in front of the tomb of a mass cemetery under the witness of many people and cameras.

When the bright sunlight at noon pierced through the red emerald belt in the center of this clean tombstone, it also happened to cast a touch of blood red in the center of the mass cemetery behind it.

At the edge of the cemetery, the photographer who followed and photographed the entire excavation and burial process also pointed the lens at the blood-red color, zoomed in and zoomed in constantly, and finally shut down the machine completely with a weary sigh.

Just two days later, a documentary titled "Who Are They" was quietly released on several online platforms in Huaxia.

There are no interviews with anyone in this free-to-watch documentary, and there are no introductions or even written narration.

There are only muddy and wet jungles, raging mosquitoes, dilapidated temples, slightly shaking shots, and almost no noise-reduced background sound in the shot.

However, when that special stele appeared in the camera, when the young man with male and female faces in the camera was stunned when he read the inscription behind the tombstone, when the camera slowly changed from "Anonymous 1" to When moving to "Anonymous 1377".

When in the camera, a white porcelain urn with ashes was passed out of the cave by manpower.In a certain tourist city in Yunnan Province, behind the desk in the reception room of an exceptionally beautiful homestay, the middle-aged homestay owner, who had already bald, widened his eyes in surprise.

On the dirty computer screen, this documentary, which doesn’t even have a narration and is only less than half an hour long, also zooms in on the bloody reflection of the sun on the mass cemetery. Into the end.

With the appearance of the constantly rotating subtitles, at the end of this documentary, there are also pictures that have been hidden for more than half a century.

black and white photo.

In those photos, there are two expeditionary army soldiers, a young monk and a foreigner with a high nose bridge. There are oxygen lights under the flames of war, and there are also expeditionary army soldiers standing side by side with Zhou Guochang in front of a burning temple in Toungoo City. .

The bright smiles of those soldiers could not conceal their exhaustion and sadness, and their generally skinny bodies could hardly block the mass graves being buried behind them.

Finally, the documentary turned into a completely black background.Amidst the sound of typing on the keyboard, lines of blood-red handwriting slowly jumped out, and red orthographic characters were written continuously one after another:
Thank you soldier Zhou Guochang Thank you soldier Qin Shouzheng
Thank you Liang Yimin, the monitor of the cooking class, thank you Anonymous 1 thank you Anonymous 2 thank you Anonymous 3——

"What is this called! Oh!"

The bald middle-aged boss patted his thigh and sighed. After a while, he got up and walked into the storage room not far away. He got into the van at the door, didn't even lock the door, and drove to the National Cemetery hundreds of kilometers away under the prompt of the navigation.

Behind him, not only the scrolling subtitles, but also the last line of white subtitles appeared at the end of the long thank you on the dirty computer screen:
Thank you everyone
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