War Photographer's Notebook

Returning to the darkroom, Wei Ran locked the door again, and this time even turned off the walkie-talkie used to communicate with the upstairs.

Finally, he looked at all the objects on the table one by one, and finally a metal book that opened automatically appeared in his hand.

With the sound of flipping the pages, the metal quill that was originally embedded in the cover also separated automatically, and then, under Wei Ran's gaze, a picture was drawn on the light yellow paper.

To his surprise, what appeared in this black-and-white picture was not the Indian axe, shell casings, steel helmets, sailor bags, etc. that he thought, but one pinched by the right index finger and thumb, and the other three fingers spread out. Way to hold the sailor whistle!

Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran glanced at the bright silver sailor's whistle on the table that was originally tied to the ax with a string.

On one side of the keel of the sailor's whistle, there is "USS Johnston DD-557" embossed, and on the other side is embossed a chain sea anchor.

Originally, not only did Wei Ran and Xia Shushi fail to attract the attention of this little sailor's whistle, but even the Katenka sisters who helped them didn't find any useful clues from it.

But Wei Ran did not expect that such a small whistle would be regarded as a key item by the metal book.

As he waited more and more anxiously, lines of writing appeared directly below the picture:
Role identity: Victor, the third-class cooking duty soldier

Return mission: no more killing after October 10th, secretly take at least one photo every day until the sailor's whistle is blown.

Language task: Steal at least one pack of tobacco and successfully land on the island.

What kind of ghost mission is this that doesn't speak human language?
Wei Ran couldn't help muttering, and let the strong white light sweep over.After a while, he also saw something that could be used this time.

"Why is this thing there?"

Wei Ran couldn't help being stunned when he saw the Robert camera bag that he had never used since he got it, and subconsciously thought of the words "for The T-34 tank that took back Soviet Ukran, even thought of the embarrassing scene of being ridiculed by the lame driver as dancing a Cossack dance with his dick when he was sitting in the position of the tank electromechanical operator and urinating with his dick.

When he came back to his senses, he refocused on the images that kept flashing in front of his eyes. This time, apart from the Robert camera bag that he had never used since he got it, there were three oil drums. , compass and flyback watch, the 50-style engineer shovel that does not conform to the era but has little to do with it, plus the permanent flashlight that also came from the recruiting battlefield, as well as the German paratrooper gravity knife and the British army that should not appear on the Pacific battlefield. P44 kettle.

And why don't you give food boxes.
Wei Ran muttered dissatisfiedly, and then felt the surrounding temperature suddenly increased a lot.Immediately afterwards, he smelled the body odor mixed in the aroma of the food, and heard all kinds of noisy jokes.

Blinking his eyes hard to regain his sight, he saw two shirtless black men wearing chef hats and aprons. One was busy baking bread, and the other was busy making fried potatoes.

Look at yourself again, with a first-class steel helmet on his head, a fairly clean green handyman’s deck jacket on his upper body, a pair of navy-style blue coarse trousers on his lower body, and a pair of shiny navy service shoes on his feet .

Compared with this outfit, he has a slender and sharp kitchen knife in his hand. There are various tropical fruits waiting to be cut in the basket on the left hand side, and there are already many cut fruit pieces in the tray on the right hand side. .

Just cut the fruit?
Wei Ran glanced at the 24-hour clock hanging not far away, the time on it was past nine o'clock, but after staring at this clock, he found that the second hand of this clock did not move at all.

Looking at the other black chefs who were busy in this stuffy kitchen, he simply lowered his head, took out a pineapple from the box, and after cutting off the peel wastefully, he picked the part with the most juicy pulp and cut off a piece first. stuffed it into his mouth.

While chewing the sweet and sour pulp, he was busy cutting the rest into small pieces suitable for eating. In his mind, he also repeated the language tasks of this return task.

"Steal tobacco, secretly take pictures every day, whistle, and don't kill people."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and subconsciously stuffed another large piece of tender mango into his mouth.

No, have to check the camera first!
While Wei Ran was speaking, he threw the kitchen knife into the sink, turned on the faucet and washed his hands indiscriminately, groped left and right, clutched his stomach and quickly left the kitchen, and went straight into the laundry room next door.

I have to admit that the U.S. Navy is indeed at the forefront of technology at this time. At least the laundry room has washing machines, air dryers, ironing boards, drying racks, etc. all available.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or the timing is right. Although the washing machine in the laundry room is running, there is no one there.

Looking at the half-dried clothes on the drying rack, Wei Ran didn't dare to waste time, and took out Robert's camera bag that he had never used as quickly as possible.

This black hard horse leather satchel is not too big. In addition to a Robert camera, there are several supporting lenses of different lengths and several sealed film canisters in the compartment, as well as a camera whose production information has been erased. The PPK small pistol, and the only thing missing here is the photo of him and the tank crew members in that chapter.

First, I checked the small PPK pistol as quickly as possible. Fortunately, this small pistol that shouldn't be here at all is not only full of bullets in the magazine, but also has a bullet in the chamber that can be used at any time. Fire bullets.

It is troublesome to take it out
Wei Ran muttered to himself, stuffed the small pistol into the interlayer of the camera bag, and then picked up the wind-up camera that Robert never used after getting it.

After some observation, it was confirmed that the film was already loaded in it. After a little hesitation, Wei Ran replaced the camera with a wide-angle lens.

He raised the camera and got used to it for a while, except for the very small viewfinder frame that is very German-style, which made him want to scold his mother, there is no major disadvantage.

Not daring to waste time, he wound up the camera as quickly as possible, then stuffed it into the camera bag and took back the metal book.

To be on the safe side, he took out the remaining items and checked them one by one.

It’s okay not to check, but after some inspections, he broke out in a cold sweat. The engineer shovel flashlights and the like were all normal, but the three oil barrels and the canvas cover still had the CBI theater armbands on them. The military P44 kettles are all empty!Not only is it empty, but it is so clean that there is not even a drop of water!
"How dare you secretly poke me!"

Just as he was cursing, a shrill siren suddenly sounded on this battleship!
Before he could run out of the laundry room, he saw the black cooks who were still busy next door running past the door, yelling.

After hesitating for less than a second, Wei Ran rushed out of the laundry room, rushed in without hesitation, and rushed back to the kitchen next door.

Looking around, he put two of the oil barrels under the faucet and began to fill them with water as quickly as possible, then opened the third oil barrel and moved it to the side of the heat preservation barrel, turned on the faucet and poured water into it. Well made hot cocoa.

Fruit, fruit can't be wasted!

While muttering, Wei Ran stuffed the pieces of fruit he had just cut into one of the oil barrels that were being filled with water, and even stuffed one or two pieces into his mouth from time to time.

While filling the three oil barrels with water, he also turned off the Coke and hot oil that he found in the kitchen for the American kettle on his waist and the British P44 kettle in the metal book.

In the end, he put away the three oil drums that were also filled, and he resolutely put the freshly made fried potatoes into the gas mask bag slung across his waist, until the hot oil in the fryer was gone. As the ship turned and tilted and was about to swing out, he just picked up a fried pork chop and ran out of the kitchen.

Although there was a slight delay of a few minutes, fortunately there were still sailors running out at this time, so they would not get lost.

Following the crowd, he ran out of the cabin and onto the deck. Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, he heard the loud sailor's whistle.

Almost subconsciously, he followed the whistle, but it was a white soldier with a helmet, not the Indian soldier he was looking for.

"Victor! What are you doing, you idiot! Get the hell out of here!"

With a yell, Wei Ran was also dragged to the side of the dual Oerlikon 20mm anti-aircraft guns not far away by a strong black soldier.

Seeing that there was only the gunner position left for himself, which seemed to have to be fired in the next second, Wei Ran swallowed hard, and then reluctantly leaned forward, first put the bulletproof vest hanging on it On the body, and then put his shoulders on the huge shoulder rest.

"Why do I smell fried potatoes?"

The black soldier just sniffled while muttering, and his particularly conspicuous white eyes followed the smell to the bulging and hot gas mask bag on Wei Ran's waist.

"be quieter"

Wei Ran glared at the other party, opened the satchel, took out some pan-fried potato cubes that were still hot, and poured them into the other party's helmet.

"Victor, you're a kitchen mouse!"

The black soldier grinned and teased, and before closing his mouth, he picked up a piece of fried potato and threw it into his mouth.

"Man, is there any shredded tobacco?" Wei Ran asked while observing the surrounding situation.

"cut tobacco?"

The black man touched his trouser pocket and took out a pack of crumpled Camel cigarettes, "I only have this, do you want it?"

"never mind"

Wei Ran waved his hand and was about to say something more, when the sound of rumbling cannons was heard from far away, and immediately after, around the ship he was on, sprays of different colors exploded into the sky !