War Photographer's Notebook

In the underground darkroom of the Time Library, Wei Ran took a few deep breaths, and then looked at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand.

However, just a second before he had finished his mental preparation and was about to take out the metal book, a call from Lola came from the walkie-talkie placed on the charging stand beside the table.

"Fuck me to jump!"

Wei Ran shivered, reached out to pick up the walkie-talkie and pressed the launch button, "What's wrong?"

"Boss, Aunt Daria is here, and she has gone to the next door."

On the radio channel, Lola replied weakly, Wei Ran could even vaguely hear Xia Shushi talking in the much more proficient Russian beside her.

"understood"

Wei Ran responded by putting down the table, looked at the things on the table, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the door and walked out.

When he left the basement and returned to the surface, Dalia had been waiting at the door for a long time. At her feet, the dog Beria and his two little fox brothers were wriggling their feet upwards and offering their courtesies.

"Why don't you go in?" Wei Ran pushed open the door while speaking.

"This is your home." Teacher Dalia smiled gently, and handed a small wooden box in her hand to Wei Ran.

"This is your home too." Wei Ran passed the wooden box as he spoke, "What is this?"

"A little gift for you"

Dalia pressed Wei Ran's hand that was about to open the box, "Open it after I leave."

"Okay." Wei Ran nodded cheerfully, and placed this heavy gift on the long table in the hall on the first floor.

"Coffee or tea?"

"tea bar"

Teacher Dalia's attitude today is exceptionally gentle, "Just drink the kind of leaf tea you often drink."

"Hold on"

While speaking, Wei Ran walked into the small kitchen on the first floor, first made a pot of hawthorn leaf tea, then walked into the storage room, and took out a 128G memory card that was only the size of a fingernail from the safe.

This memory card was found in the grip of the other party's revolver when he killed the bell ringer.

And the fact that he killed the bell ringer was only mentioned to Daria and Ninel from the beginning to the end, so since he came back, he has never been to the Red Flag Forest Farm, but waited patiently for Teacher Daria or Karl Mr. Pu is here as a guest.

Now that Teacher Dalia is here, this memory card should naturally be handed over to the other party.

After intentionally waiting in the collection room for a while, Wei Ran came out and returned to the hall with just boiled tea.

"Tell me how you killed the bell ringer." Dalia asked while Wei Ran was pouring water for her.

"Strychnine, take an extra shot of morphine."

Wei Ran gave a brief but painful enough answer, and at the same time poured himself a cup of tea with slightly sweet and sour hawthorn leaves, and added a few slices of dried hawthorn in it.

Taking out a wet towel and wiping his hands carefully, he replayed the whole process of killing the bell ringer in detail, and at the end, gently placed the memory card in the opponent's palm.

"This is found in the gap between the grip patch of the ots38 micro-sound revolver used by the bell ringer"

Wei Ran looked at the other party and added calmly, "I haven't opened it, so I don't know what's inside."

Taking a closer look at the memory card lying in the palm, Teacher Dalia took out the phone after hesitating for a moment, removed the phone card, and installed the memory card.

Taking advantage of the time when the other party browsed the data saved in the memory card, Wei Ran seemingly inadvertently got up and walked a few steps away, leaning against the wall of the collection room and continued, "Also, the person who killed the bell ringer Family, it's very clean."

"I already know about this"

Daria responded without raising her head, "I also know that you went to Cuba to meet Santos. Before you came back, Gorman told me about it."

"So Santos"

"She is trustworthy." Dalia responded without waiting for Wei Ran to finish speaking, "Give me some time first, and now you can take a look at the gift I gave you."

Hearing this, Wei Ran happily walked to the edge of the long table and sat down, picked up the wooden box that Dalia brought.

Just by looking at the patterns, you can tell that this ordinary wooden box is made of the most common birch wood in Russia. The only thing that is special is that the outline of the Tsar Clock is hot-stamped on the lid.

However, perhaps intentionally, the angle chosen for this pattern is not the complete angle of the Tsar Bell, but instead shows the broken corner unreservedly.

So is this the death knell?Wei Ran muttered secretly, and gently opened the metal buckle on the wooden box.

In this long box, in addition to a PSS small pistol that looks exceptionally well-made and two spare magazines, there is also a dagger inserted in a leather sheath.

Even if he didn't pull it out, he can be sure that he has seen this strange-looking fighting dagger in the hands of Jima and even Katenka sisters more than once.

Picking up the thick leather scabbard, he slowly pulled out the fang-like black fighting knife. Amid the strong smell of knife oil, Wei Ran inserted it back into the scabbard without hesitation at all. box, and then picked up the small PSS pistol.

Except that the workmanship is obviously much better than the mass-produced ones, and the surface has been matte-treated, there is nothing special about this gun.

However, he knew that this kind of dagger and this small silent pistol were almost the standard equipment of the Deathstroke team members, so is this a thank you or is it recognized?Or...to symbolize the end?

Before Wei Ran could figure out an answer, Dalia had already stood up and walked to Wei Ran's side.

"It's up to you to keep this one," Dalia said, and handed the memory card to Wei Ran again.

Seeing Wei Ran's surprised face, Dalia smiled, "It's just for you to keep, of course, if you encounter troubles that cannot be solved, you can get help no matter if you hand it over to Russia or you Huaxia Correspondingly, I am afraid that you will also lose a considerable part of your secrets and freedom."

"So it's inside." Wei Ran frightened and glanced at the memory card that the other party put in the gift box.

"A traitor will always be a traitor"

Darya explained with sarcasm in her tone, "The bell ringer seems to have been worried about being abandoned by the Americans, so he collected a lot of confidential information during the years he worked for the Americans.

I think he did this to have a bargaining chip to save his life in case he is abandoned by the Americans.Secondly, I am afraid that when he is worried about being revenged by the Russian government, he can pretend to be an agent lurking in the United States and exchange some credit for the things in it.In short, it was a life-saving talisman prepared by the bell ringer for himself. "

"It's just that he didn't expect that the first person to find him was a historian." Wei Ran said pointedly.

"I didn't think about that either."

Dalia patted Wei Ran's shoulder, bent down and said in a low voice, "Jima found the missing members of the death knell, and Ninel killed the bell ringer as you wished.

Especially the truth about killing the bell ringer, only Ninel and I know.Whether it is Karp, Anna, Gorman or even Mr. Nicholas, they will not know that you killed the bell ringer, let alone the existence of that memory card.

Correspondingly, no matter Quarter Horse or Ninel, they will also bear everyone's gratitude and all the risks that may come with it.

Finally, Victor, the only compensation and thanks I can give you is this memory card.But boy, I hope you never have to use that memory card, don't even wonder what's in it, it's just trouble, it's as dangerous as Pandora's box. "

"It's a fair deal, Teacher Dahlia, I will control my curiosity."

Wei Ran, whose back was already covered with cold sweat, paused, and also lowered his voice, "I will try my best to keep all my secrets and precious freedom."

"Okay, do you have anything else to ask?" Dahlia straightened up and asked with a smile.

"Don't you need a copy?" Wei Ran pointed to the memory card in the box.

"I no longer have an organization that I need to be loyal to, and I don't have the need to take risks and save my life at my age."

Darya showed a somewhat relieved smile, "From now on, I'm going to enjoy my life, and maybe I'll run a sculpture gallery with Olena in Kazan or Petersburg in the future."

Having said that, Dalia has already stepped towards the door, "So I don't need those things at all. Instead of taking the risk of saving an unusable time bomb, let's leave it for those who need it."

"last question"

Wei Ran followed suit and stood up, and when the other party stopped, turned around and looked at him with a smile, he pointed to the wooden box on the table again, and asked with a gentle smile that the other party helped cultivate, "Teacher, What about this gift? Why are you giving me these?"

"Just as a souvenir"

Daria turned around again, and continued to walk out while saying, "Things that have disappeared in history, it is best to leave them to a historian for preservation. They should have been forgotten long ago, but I hope someone can Remember them."

"I will keep it well." Wei Ran raised his voice slightly and made a promise.

"Then I will trouble you"

Dalia, who seemed to be a teenager, waved freely at Wei Ran behind her, and with a pleasant smile, under the escort of the dog Beria, walked briskly out of the building she was very familiar with. But it was an extremely unfamiliar big courtyard.

It was not until he watched the other party get into the black car parked by the side of the road that Wei Ran rubbed his face vigorously, and walked into the collection room with the birch box in his arms.

Put the memory card that might save your life, or maybe kill you, into the bottom of the food box, and then put the birch box containing the souvenirs into the bottom of the safe in the collection room. Wei Ran summoned up his courage again, and walked Entered the underground darkroom of the Time Library.