In the studio, Wei Ran habitually took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it on the gold cigarette holder and held it in his mouth. After lighting it, he took a puff and then slowly spit it out.

Letting the cigarette burn slowly between his fingers, Wei Ran leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, letting go of his exhausted spirit.

After a while, the gold cigarette holder between his fingers gradually became hot, and he opened his eyes again with a sigh, crushed the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, and put away the cigarette holder.

Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran reached out and took out the object in the first red vortex.

It was a food-cutting knife, which Hu Bazhi gave to me as a meeting gift when he first met.

Gently pulling out the short knife and the pair of antler-made chopsticks and looking at them, Wei Ran put them back into the scabbard and sent them back into the red vortex.

He put his hand into the second vortex and tried it. Seeing that he could not take out the contents, Wei Ran simply put away the metal book and directly took out the contents of the second red vortex.

When he saw the sudden extra thing in his hand, his heart trembled.

This is a mandarin bag made of white canvas. In the middle, there is a Japanese Eight Wine-style grenade installed in a cowhide bushing.

The pockets on both sides contained grenades one by one.

Carefully taking out the grenades one by one and placing them on the table, Wei Ran almost broke out in a cold sweat.

The pocket on this side contains a full 24 rounds of instant explosive bombs.

But the pocket on the other side contained 12 rounds of highly toxic mustard gas and 12 rounds of Louis grenades!

Wei Ran looked around almost subconsciously, and Wei Ran couldn't help but swallowed. This studio was big enough, but it was also airtight enough. Whether it was an instant explosion bomb or a gas bomb, there would really be many deaths.

How miserable!

Back then, it would have been nice to have had a bag of cannonballs like this on the banks of the Shaying River...

Wei Ran muttered regretfully, then put the 24 rounds of artillery shells back into his mantle and took back the metal book.

Taking a deep breath and taking out the object from the third red vortex, Wei Ran couldn't help but was stunned. What he took out this time was actually a cowhide horse whip!

Before he could react, a huge horse head had already stretched out from behind to his neck and arched it hard, and at the moment he was about to take out his gun subconsciously, he licked it with a wet tongue that smelled of fodder.

Licking his face!

Wei Ran turned around blankly, and his eyes widened involuntarily. Behind him, there stood the biting black horse!

After reacting, Wei Ran quickly stood up and turned around. The biting horse also took two steps forward and continued to push its big head into his arms. By the way...

By the way, I even pooped in his studio!

Can you still give to living creatures?

Wei Ran reacted immediately, this was a reward that he had never expected!

After coming back to his senses, he quickly walked over to the biting horse and looked at it.

There was a saddle fixed on the horse's body, and there was an extra tattered saddle bag hanging loosely on the saddle.

Not only that, on one side of the saddle, the Japanese Type 44 cavalry rifle was stuck in the leather holster, and on the other side was a slender saber.

He almost subconsciously guessed that this slender saber was the one Li Sui'an gave to him as a souvenir at Hu Bazhi's home!

Pulling out the saber with a guard from the iron sheath, Wei Ran also immediately spotted the word "Xue Feng" engraved on the base of the sword.

So you went to that cavalry unit...

Wei Ran murmured and sighed, then put the saber back into the scabbard, and then took off the tattered saddlebags attached to the saddle.

Different from the previous bag in the red swirl, this slightly worn bag does not contain grenades and grenades, but instead contains yellowed envelopes tied together with hemp rope!

Wei Ran tremblingly took out the envelope from one of his pockets, and his breath froze. This was a letter from home, or in other words, a suicide note from the cavalrymen of Ma Jintao's cavalry company!

Carefully untie the hemp rope, and on each of the khaki envelopes, names in traditional Chinese and addresses from all over China are written in neat calligraphy.

After looking at the seal sealed with glue, Wei Ran carefully stacked the hundred and ten letters together again, tied them again with a piece of hemp rope and put them back in the bag.

First, he threw the riding crop on the table and pushed it back and forth beside him. The biting black horse who had probably pulled a few letters into his mouth took back the metal book.

Wei Ran then took out the items from the pocket on the other side of the bag. There was also a pile of envelopes tied with hemp rope.

Untying the hemp rope again, he also recognized the familiar names on the envelope. These were left by the soldiers from the first anti-alliance guerrilla team.

There are letters from Zhao Jinge, Vice Captain Lao Zhang, Cui Dabeard, Hongxia, the Sun sisters and even Hu Bazhi, Yang Shiyi, the four Qiu brothers, etc. from every anti-alliance fighter he has ever met!

In addition to the letter, there is also a leather-bound photo album that looks very old in this pocket. When you open it gently, it contains every photo that Wei Ran has ever taken - but there is nothing in each photo.

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Taking a deep breath, he also tied up the dozens of letters with hemp rope and put them back into the pocket of his robe along with the photo album. Then he took out the biting horse again and put the robe on the saddle.

But this time, he had no way to send the horse back.

After thinking for a moment, he took off the robe and threw it on his shoulders, and then sent the biting horse back again.

Staring blankly at the still warm pile of horse manure on the floor of the studio, Wei Ran was silent for a moment, placed the trousers on his shoulders on the table, then took out a pair of rubber gloves and a mask and put them on, found tools and put the dung on.

Horse manure was shoveled into the bathroom toilet.

After carefully cleaning the floor and increasing the power of the fresh air system, he took out the metal book again and copied down the two addresses and contact numbers provided on it.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! One of these two addresses is located in Ulan-Ude, Russia, and the other is located in Australia Island, China.

Obviously, the former address is most likely the seller of the saber and box cannon to Mr. Alexander, or rather, the descendants of the cousins ​​of Zhao Jinyu's brothers and sisters.

Needless to say, the latter one is undoubtedly the address of Zhao Jinyu's children and the sons and daughters of Ma Jintao and Xiaobai.

But what concerned him was that there was actually one missing address, Hu Ba Zhi's address, or in other words, the addresses of Hu Ba Zhi's children, Hu Yuhu and Hu Shixia.

Did...didn't they survive...

Wei Ran shook his head and suppressed the speculation that he could not accept. Then he picked up the sticky note on the table and carefully read the trivial things he had written down before entering this historical episode.

"Today is October 26th. Some junk was found in the cellar of the winery next door. Baba Yaga's pink gangster was guarding the door. Suisui took his followers to Inta and had to rush there before the 1st.

Inta accompanies her to participate in festival activities..."

After Wei Ran carefully read what he wrote on the note and used these keywords to recall what happened before, he took out a lighter, lit it and threw it into the ashtray.

Until the note was completely burned and crushed into ashes, until the smell of horse manure in the studio gradually disappeared, Wei Ran also used a bottom scanner to scan out the few negatives given in the metal book this time.

These photos are just a few group photos, including those of the Anti-Japanese Alliance fighters, the cavalry, and after the war, the photos of Hu Bazhi’s family and Li Sui’an, and even the photos of Zhao Jinlan and Yang Shiyi with their children.

Without exception, he is not in these photos.

Far from being disappointed, Wei Ran imported the electronic versions of these negatives into a USB flash drive and threw them into the food box. Then he put the negatives back into the metal book, got up and left the studio, and opened the locked basement door.

"Boss! You're out!"

Before the thick explosion-proof door was fully opened, the captain Katyusha in front of Baba Yaga greeted her warmly. Behind her, the other girls quickly put away the playing cards and various cards on the table.

Grow snacks, as well as a variety of scary pink stun guns and pink shotguns.

"Is anyone looking for me?" Wei Ran asked with a smile while stretching.

"No!"

Katyusha immediately replied, "Except for Uncle Ivan who came over to take a look out of curiosity, no one is looking for you."

"Go about your business," Wei Ran said, and already walked towards the next door.

Hearing this, the little sister looked curiously at the basement of the library, and then she shouted at the little sisters behind her to scatter, or go to the coffee bar in the library to eat and drink, or run to the winery

I looked strange at the construction site, or I caught the shiny black lamb in the yard and continued to apply pink nail polish on it.

Compared with these carefree gangsters, Wei Ran bought a ticket to Ulan-Ude that night on the way back, and then got into the bathroom.

That evening, Weiran refused the escort of the pink girls, drove to the airport alone, and boarded the red-eye flight to Ulan-Ude.

When he landed in Ulan-Ude, it was completely dark.

After finding a car he had rented online in advance, Wei Ran drove to a hotel in the city that he had booked in advance and checked in, then made a video call with Suisui.

"You want to go back to your country?"

In the video, Suisui, who seemed to have just taken a shower, asked curiously, "What are you doing back home?"

"Do you want to come with me to investigate some things?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I can't live without you now," Suisui said helplessly, "I've been busy here lately, when will you come back?"

"We will definitely be able to get to Inta on the 1st," Weiran took the initiative to guarantee.

"It doesn't matter. If you're busy, go ahead and do it. It doesn't matter if you can't make it back on the 1st."

Suisui is particularly easy to talk to, "I may have to go back after I finish my work here. Then you can wait for me at home."

"Alright"

After reporting her itinerary, Wei Ran took the initiative to change the topic and chatted with Suisui about the new money-making ideas she had come up with, as well as the interesting things she encountered in Inta.

The phone call lasted for more than an hour. Wei Ran hung up the phone and although he was lying on the bed, he couldn't help but suffer from insomnia.

By the early morning of the next day, before the sun had even risen from the horizon, Wei Ran had already driven out of the city early, followed the navigation guidance and ran south for dozens of kilometers before finally stopping at a park next to Selenge.

Beside the small village by the river.

This village is not that big, and each household is extremely scattered, but it can be seen from the pasture fences in the distance that this village should be mainly based on animal husbandry.

After looking at the route on the navigation system again, Wei Ran parked the car at the gate of a ranch on the edge of the village.
To be continued...