War Photographer's Notebook

At the gate of the large courtyard by the Kaban Lake, Wei Ran watched as Mrs. Marge, her black bodyguards and white translator got into the car parked on the lakeside road, until the obviously rented commercial vehicle disappeared completely at the end of the field of vision. , then turned around and walked back to the lobby of the room on the first floor, and sat at the edge of the long table again.

Just now Mrs. Margot not only left the cello box full of relics, but also left the detailed identity information of her son Asol and his three comrades-in-arms. Of course, the fake old lady took it away by the way. A celadon tureen cup.

After a little thought, Wei Ran picked up the kettle with hawthorn leaf tea on the table, filled the gaiwan tea with water, and placed it in the flower pot by the French window.

After placing this inaccurate timing device, he found the toolbox from the storage room and completely disassembled the FR-F2 sniper rifle in the cello box into a table of parts.

It's a pity that there is nothing valuable inside this gun except for a small amount of sludge and a little smell of gunpowder smoke covered by gun oil.

Patiently restoring the gun to its original state, he disassembled the P88 pistol again.There are also no useful clues left in this gun, but the smell of gunpowder is much stronger.

Returning it to its original shape and putting it back into the piano case, Wei Ran picked up the modified bayonet again.

The bayonet has already been sharpened, and there is still a large amount of semi-solidified knife oil remaining in the scabbard.

Taking out two pieces of paper to wipe off the oil stains on the knife body, Wei Ran lightly touched the edge of the blade. The numbness of the hand and a large number of curling blades visible to the naked eye are all in the gaps, suggesting that this bayonet is likely to be a "practical knife". weapons" rather than cosmetic accessories.

Finally, he disassembled the photo frame and checked it carefully. After confirming that there was nothing extra to discover, Wei Ran took a photo of the photo before deciding to use his brain, and sent it to An along with the detailed information of the four extrajudicial elites. Fia.

After the other party replied with a little fox saying OK, Wei Ran picked up the piece of paper with the four people's information written on it and looked at it.

According to the label on this paper, Asol Kantan is from Madagascar. Among his other three white comrades-in-arms, except one is from Djibouti, the remaining two are South Africans.

Even the home addresses of the three comrades-in-arms of Asol are marked in great detail, but after each home address, the words "1996" are marked in brackets.

"Murder... No, to be precise, it should be a vendetta..." Wei Ran muttered to himself holding the piece of paper, and glanced at the red French writing on the postcard.

Just as he was in a daze, Anfeiya sent the first clue she found through a WeChat screenshot.

On this French page, there is an arrest warrant that has not yet expired. The person wanted here is precisely Mrs. Margot’s son Atsol. Looking at the crime column, it is marked with “murder”, Dan. It seems that it is not Shi Ren, but Zhu Shui is the one who assists the land. "I found the South African news in 1996"

An Feiya typed out a string of German and sent it to Wei Ran, "This man named Asol Kantan was suspected of murdering his wife in the winter of 1995 and 1996, and the three of them who were in the Families of comrades who served together outside the law.

According to statistics, there are a total of 26 unlucky ghosts who died under his gun. In chronological order, the last one killed by him was his wife.

For this reason, not only Madagascar and South Africa, but also mainland France have issued arrest warrants for him, and the arrest warrants issued by France have not expired so far. "

Subconsciously glanced at the notch on the butt of the sniper rifle, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. Originally, he thought it was Atsol's other three comrades who murdered him together, but if he followed the clues of the police investigation at that time, Look, could it be that Athor murdered his three comrades-in-arms, his family, and, of course, his wife.

Wait!
There was a look of sudden realization on Wei Ran's face. This Athor killed his wife in the end. Could it be...his three comrades-in-arms greened him?

Hmm... It's not unreasonable, but where did he go by himself in the end?What about the threat on that postcard?

After some thought, Wei Ran switched to the German input method, tapped the screen and asked, "Can I find out his extrajudicial service experience?"

"According to the public information in the news at the time, he was sentenced for manslaughter at the end of 1988, but he successfully escaped and disappeared within the month of his imprisonment.

About a year later, in the spring of 1990, he joined the Outlaws in Djibouti, and the following winter he was drafted into the 4th Company of the [-]nd Parachute Regiment as a sniper in the support group. "

After a short pause, Anfeya sent a second paragraph of German text, "According to available public information, he retired in July 1994 and obtained French nationality. This is what can be found so far, and he has a direct relationship with him. All public information about the relationship"

"What about non-public information?" Wei Ran asked. "needs time"

Anfeya replied, "It's very difficult for me to hack into their servers. I need enough helpers. And as far as I know, the 4th Paratrooper Company has been doing all kinds of dirty things." Even if they successfully hack into their server, it may be difficult to find any detailed records.”

"Forget it, since this is the case, there is no need to continue the investigation." Wei Ran decisively stopped the follow-up investigation work. As far as the current information is basically the same as what Mrs. Margot told him, but it is almost clear enough Outlined the general context.

"I have channels to find some veterans who served outside the law at the same time, maybe they know something." Anfeya gave a new suggestion.

"Someone has already asked, so let's stop here." Wei Ran typed on the keyboard and finally gave a reply. If you can get clues just by asking soldiers who have served outside the law, Mrs. Margot probably doesn't need it at all. He ran all the way to Russia to find himself.

Could it be that it was really a murder for love?Wei Ran picked up the P88 pistol and carefully observed the relief on the handle patch over and over again.

If that Athor was really the murderer, why did he send these murder weapons back to his home?
Through what channels did Mrs. Margot obtain these murder weapons?Through what channel did that Mrs. Mag bring these weapons into Russia?Could it be that Athor is confident that Mrs. Margot can help him solve the problem of murder?

Considering that he had a dark history of killing people and escaping from prison before joining the army, and that he dared to return to his home in Madagascar in 1994 not long after he successfully escaped from prison, and that he still used such an expensive pistol during his service .

All these things confirmed the energy and background of that Mrs. Margot from the side.However, with such a background, is it necessary for her son to join the army outside the law?Could it be that people who were negligently killed before joining the army are troublesome?

It's not impossible...

Suppressing these doubts, Wei Ran took a look at the two diamond-encrusted rings hanging on the trigger guard, and finally threw the pistol back into the cello case, and directly closed the cover of the cello case. Carrying it into the workshop in the basement of the library next door, he found a shelf and stuffed it in.

Now that the spring rains come from time to time, and with the Volga River next to Kazan, it will take a week for the Gaiwan full of water to evaporate, at least for such ample time, he Naturally, there is no need to use the ability of the metal notebook in a hurry.

After all, he remembered clearly that Lawyer Carlos also said that he would introduce a female client to him. If the water flooded the Dragon King Temple and introduced the same person, maybe he could get something new from Carlos. clues.

Locking the door again and putting on clothes and trousers that are easy to move, Wei Ran took out the anti-tank gun from the metal book, then put on the leather apron and labor gloves, skillfully dismantled it into parts full of tables, and took a The deerskin carefully wiped the few stains on it.

However, before he could reassemble the wiped parts into an amazingly powerful anti-tank weapon, Lola's call came again from the intercom hanging behind the door.

"What's the matter?" Wei Ran pinched the hand table and asked, and then quickened the movement of his hands, assembling the parts all over the floor.

"It's me, Kajik."

The person speaking on the intercom was replaced by Wei Ran's nominal graduate tutor, and the old man asked with a strong sense of sarcasm, "Victor, when did you, little bastard, start to need an appointment?"

"A week ago," Wei Ran responded with a grin, "Wait for me a moment, I'll go up right away."

"Or I'll go down and find you?" Kajik asked on the other end of the intercom.

"You go directly to the next door." Wei Ran said quickly, "Just go there, Beria is in the basement, I'll go there later."

"Then I'll wait for you next door." Kajik, the cheap tutor on the walkie-talkie, said and then fell silent.

Assemble the cleaned anti-tank gun at the fastest speed, and put a most versatile high-explosive bomb on this amazingly powerful weapon with a click, Wei Ran took off his gloves and apron again , waved away the anti-tank gun, and left the warm and quiet basement with the dog Beria who had been lying at his feet.

When he returned to the lobby on the first floor next door, the cheap mentor Kajik had already poured himself a cup of coffee. He was holding the coffee cup in one hand and rummaging through the bookshelf used by Wei Ranchong with the other hand. Interested in old books?

"Why do you remember me here?" Wei Ran coaxed Belia into the cage, and then asked the other party to sit down.

"Of course there is a business"

Kajik sat down on the opposite side of Wei Ran, put down his cup and asked directly, "Victor, how old are you this year?"

"A few months away from 26 years old, why do you ask this?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion, and asked jokingly, "Boss, don't you want to introduce me to a girlfriend?"

"Age is appropriate..."

Kajik muttered and said angrily, "Why are you more shameless than that scumbag Jima? Look around you, your place is almost comparable to the female dormitory of Kazan University."

"It's not my fault"

Wei Ran spread his hands innocently, of course he is not to blame for this matter, Sister Katenka is an assistant hired by Sui Sui Ruan Mo Hard Pao, Lola and her genius sister are homeless children picked up by Sui Sui after a fit of kindness Boy, even Sui Xin, Sui Sui tricked her here from Volgograd.

"I didn't come to you to waste time discussing these things." Kajik waved his hand angrily, took out a portfolio from the briefcase he had been carrying, and pushed it to Wei Ran along with a pen.

"What is this?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

Kajik did not explain, but asked triumphantly, "How is it? Do you want to improve your academic qualifications? Just fill out these forms and wait until..."

"I do not want"

Wei Ran chose to refuse almost without thinking, reading?joke!He has read enough!What's more, he doesn't have any actual demand for the degree of associate doctor at all.

"Why...why?" Kajik looked at Wei Ran in astonishment. "Why else, the current education is enough for me," Wei Ran spread his hands, "and how can I have time to go to school? If I have this time, I can sleep a little more every day, isn't it good?"

Hearing this, Kajik blew on his beard, "How did I know you, an unobsessed Lexi! This is a good thing that no one else can ask for!"

"Since others can't ask for it, why did it fall on me?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

Kajik put down his glass helplessly, and said in a very bachelor, "I want to continue to stay at Kazan University, and I have to produce some results."

"So I'm that result?" "Actually, it's been since last year"

Kajik simply didn't hide it anymore, "After your master's degree graduated last year, I kindly helped you apply for a doctorate degree."

He glanced nonchalantly at Wei Ran, who had grown his mouth and stared round his eyes, and Kajik's lips became smoother, "But yesterday there was a history man who was not much more famous than you, but was much older than you." Scholars came to Kazan University to take an open class. After the open class was over, that bastard who appeared out of nowhere took an article I published in your name the year before last, and wanted to have a face-to-face interview with you on the pretext of a small mistake in it. talk."

"Well...and then?" Wei Ran asked stammeringly.

"It just so happened that I took a whole day off yesterday to celebrate my wedding anniversary with my wife."

Kajik said helplessly, "Then they noticed that you were doing a PhD under my name, now not only that historian who came out of nowhere wants to meet and talk with you, even the school is considering Do you want to arrange an interview for you?"

"But boss, I don't want to improve my academic qualifications." Wei Ran reaffirmed his position helplessly.

"You don't need to go to class, you don't need to take exams, and you don't even need to pay tuition fees. You just need to wait to receive your degree certificate. What are you not satisfied with?"

Kajik angrily stuffed the pen into Wei Ran's hand, "Or you can make an offer."

"In the future, you won't use the excuse of this ghost associate doctoral student to arrange all kinds of voluntary research work for me, will you?"

Wei Ran looked at the other party vigilantly and asked, "Besides, you shouldn't have withheld a sum of research experience in the name of being a PhD student..." "How...how could it be!" Kajik denied with nothing . "The last time you investigated the missing transport vehicle in the Soviet era, it seems that you haven't paid the 100 million ruble investigation fee yet."

Wei Ran crossed his legs and reminded that there is no reason to refuse this person who is rushing to help him improve his academic qualifications, but he has to kick back the shells that came with Tangcoat.

"What are you trying to say?" Kajik asked angrily. "Boss, we already know each other very well."

Wei Ran said bluntly, "If you want to use me as a bargaining chip to do something, you can actually tell me directly, because of our friendship, I will definitely help you." "Don't think about things too complicated"

Kajik simply sat down on the sofa again, lit a cigarette slowly and said, "I admit that I did apply for this research grant under the pretext of being a PhD student, but the problem with root wine is not my problem." He asked for some research grants , but the root cause of the problem is not mine.

"Hongqi Forest Farm?" Wei Ran guessed it in an instant. "Mr. Nicholas to be precise"

Kajik also crossed his legs, "Of course, Karp and the others also have a role. Those guys need your historian to shine bright enough. Just like what Mr. Nicholas said, now we and you are in a certain sense. In fact, it is a symbiotic relationship.

So even if you don't want to work hard on the path of historians, we will help you work hard. "

"What about after my identity is dazzling enough?" Wei Ran asked seriously.

"You are dazzling enough, they are transparent enough."

Kajik paused, and added, "Victor, maybe one day in the future you will grow into a big tree that is strong enough, so we don't mind fertilizing you from time to time."

"So this time you actually..." "No no no"

Kajik scratched his thinning hair in distress, and explained with a little embarrassment, "This time it was really a sudden accident. In fact, just before I left, the school was already preparing to arrange an interview for you. By the way, from You have a license to display the Capitol red flag."

"You owe me 100 million rubles for investigation fees" "I will pay you back when I remember"

Kajik breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke, and his old face also showed a relaxed look. He hastily pulled out two thin pieces of paper from the file bag, "This is the interview confirmation letter, and this is the exhibition authorization confirmation letter." , you need to sign in person.”

Picking up the pen, Wei Ran said very seriously, "Don't think that I will help you investigate anything in the future, no matter whether there is a commission or not."

"What about the exhibition authorization for interviews and photos?" Kajik tapped the two pieces of paper on the table with his fingers.

"Actually, you can grind my signature, right?" Wei Ran picked up one of the confirmation letters and asked while looking at the content on it.

"If you're that bastard Jima, of course we can sign for you, whether it's an interview or a photo release."

Kajik was extra serious this time, "But we are equal
partnership, and I can't find someone to do an interview in makeup like you.

Although in the eyes of the Slavs, Asians all look similar, but you can always recognize them.I'm not Polish, and of course I won't make you feel uncomfortable all the time because of these little things. "

After a short pause, Kajik put away the interview confirmation letter signed by Wei Ran with a smile on his face, "Look, I just need to tell you, won't you still agree in the end? And it won't affect our relationship at all. "

"You owe me 100 million rubles for the investigation"

Wei Ran repeated it again, and then he also signed his name on the exhibition authorization that he had read carefully.

Although his cheap mentor Kajik's appearance was a bit sudden, as he himself wanted to express just now, he at least regarded himself as an equal partner and gave him enough respect.

"I told you I'll give it to you when I remember."

Kajik put away the second confirmation letter with satisfaction, "I'm going back first, you should prepare for the next two days, and I will notify you in advance when I confirm the interview time."

"Can I accept the interview in the library next door?" Wei Ran asked in a strange way, "This is my only request."

The cheap tutor Kajik pondered for a moment, and finally nodded happily, "It shouldn't be a problem, but in the end, you may need to go to school to take a few group photos with everyone." "No problem."

Wei Ran paused, then asked casually, "Where is Teacher Dalia? Will she come over and help me prepare the draft of the interview?"

"she?"

Kajik shook his head subconsciously, "She doesn't have time to help you with such trivial things now, and if you don't want to be treated as a sandbag, it's best not to run to the forest farm these days. Besides, you have already graduated from there..."

"Expulsion, I was expelled." Wei Ran emphasized with a proud face.

"whatever"

Kajik rubbed his temples, picked up his briefcase and walked out and said, "In short, you are not a child anymore, you can handle this kind of interview. That's it, I will find a way to use the two pieces of paper just now Get us an office where the sun shines all day."

Before the words were finished, the old guy had already picked up two old books that he had just picked from the bookshelf, and walked out of the room in a hurry.Deputy doctor... I will really be a cultural person in the future...

Wei Ran smacked his mouth with great interest. Although this doctorate is Mao Zi's unique rank, it is basically the same as domestic and international doctors.

As for Mao Zi's Ph.D.... that's really out of the question.Not to mention him as a "foreigner", I am afraid that even Professor Alexei and the cheap tutor Kajik who just left, it is not so easy for locals like them to get a doctorate.

"In the future, if the deputy doctor is really won, the investigation fee will have to go up again."

While muttering, Wei Ran released the dog Beria from the cage, and took it to the basement of the library next door. At the same time, he was secretly looking forward to whether he would hear someone coming from the walkie-talkie later. Great news for a visit.

"Hopefully the next one to call me out of the basement will be Mr. Carlos"

Wei Ran muttered one last sentence before walking into the basement, and let Beria drag him through the heavy door of the basement.