"Squeak~"

The dilapidated and deformed wooden frame door was pushed open by the owner of the house. A fat bald man wearing a leather jacket hid at the door and stared at the young Chinese man outside the door warily.

Seeing the owner of the house, Shi Quan's heart skipped a beat.

Trouble, this grandson is a skinhead!

These scumbags are very easy to identify, and the best evidence is the swastika pendant around their necks.

"Is something wrong?"

The fat bald man was silent for a moment and asked indifferently.

Noticing that the other party's hand had reached his lower back, Shi Quan calmly took a step back and raised his hands, "Friend, don't be impulsive. I just want to do a small business with you!"

"You better get out of this town before I shoot you!"

"What if I rent your house for 5,000 rubles for an hour just to take a few photos?" Shi Quan raised his hand and said while stepping back.

"5000? Rent a house?"

The fat bald man moved his hands, as if he didn't understand what Shi Quan meant.

"How about putting the gun down first?"

Shi Quan indicated with his eyes, "I am a friend of the owner of Wula Antique Shop, Big Ivan. Do you know Big Ivan?"

"You know Big Ivan? That damn hydrogen bomb?"

The fat bald man suddenly realized, "I've heard of you, the Chinese from Da Iwan's store!"

Shi Quan breathed a sigh of relief, Da Iwan's name really worked!

"I am Lev, you can just call me Lev. Big Ivan often talks about you. He said that the Chinese pie you make is very delicious! What is it called Biao Sha?"

Lev's attitude improved a lot, and at least he finally put away the gun in his hand.

"Forehead"

Shi Quan smiled awkwardly, "You can call me Yuri, or the Chinese name is Shi Quan. Come to Wula Antique Shop to find me when you have time, and I'll treat you to steamed buns!"

The devil's watch is smashed, it's called a steamed bun, are you afraid of the one stuffed with pork and green onions?

"Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Lev still had no intention of opening the door, but Shi Quan could see the greed in his eyes.

"Is such that"

Shi Quan pointed to the house and said an excuse that came up at the moment, "I plan to shoot a video about traditional Russian rural architecture and share it on a small station in China. I just happened to see this building as a very unique and unique building when I was passing by.

It feels old, so I wanted to take some photos and videos about this house.”

"Ten thousand! No, twenty thousand!" Leo the Lion said loudly.

"Friend, you have to know that there are many similar buildings in this town."

Shi Quan gestured with a pistol, "And you don't seem very friendly to me. I can ask someone else."

Lev's expression changed, and he abruptly changed the subject: "First tell me how you plan to take pictures! I don't believe anyone would want to see such a shabby house."

Shi Quan slowly took out his mobile phone, "Just use your mobile phone to take pictures of the internal structure and some daily necessities with local characteristics. Your privacy will not be involved."

He has now given up on finding any treasures from this house. As long as he can make the green arrow on the map disappear, at worst, whatever he finds will belong to this scumbag, giving him a chance to make a fortune.

"10,000 rubles!"

Lev finally opened the door, "10,000 rubles, whatever you want, believe me, this house is the most historic building in this town. It was built by my grandfather himself."

Do I look like someone who is short of more than a thousand yuan?

Shi Quan nodded happily, and then called Da Ivan in front of Lev and told him his specific location.

Lev took the 5,000 rubles handed over by Shi Quan with an ugly face, and the rest could not be given to him until the photos were taken.

But to be honest, if it hadn't been for the phone call just now, it's hard to guarantee whether this guy would have played a role as a robber.

Following the distance guide on the map, Shi Quan finally brought the topic to the dusty accordion on top of the refrigerator after taking dozens of meaningless photos in the house.

"Lev, I didn't realize you could play the accordion?"

Shi Quan asked knowingly, if this drug addict with needle holes on his arms could play any musical instrument, he would dare to live broadcast eating.

Lev blushed and boasted shamelessly: "Of course, this accordion is a treasure left behind by my grandfather. When I was a child, I often used it to play "Katyusha" at school evening parties."

"That's really a pity, since it's a treasure left by your grandfather, forget it."

Shi Quan pretended to shake his head and raised his phone to get close to take some close-ups of the accordion.

No matter how stupid Lev was, he still understood what Shi Quan meant, "What? You also like the accordion?"

"I can't play this instrument."

Shi Quan shook his head regretfully, "But when I was a child, I watched a lot of movies about the Soviet Union, and I was deeply impressed by this romantic musical instrument. I originally wanted to buy it, but I didn't expect that it turned out to be a relic of your grandfather.

"

"One hundred thousand rubles!"

Lev couldn't be more reserved, "For only one hundred thousand rubles, this accordion will be yours."

"You know, I work in Big Ivan's store, so I will inevitably like some historical gadgets, but I'm not a fool."

Shi Quan stretched out his fingers and touched the accordion, then wiped the dust off his hands on his clothes, "It's not worth a hundred thousand, even if it's new, it's not worth that much, and you see, its bellows are cracked.

."

"How much are you willing to pay to take it away?"

Lev asked eagerly. He finally met a rich fool and he was not willing to let go of the opportunity to make money.

Besides, he had already tried to sell the old things in this house, and the highest bid for the accordion did not exceed ten thousand rubles.

"Twenty thousand rubles."

Shi Quan opened a certain treasure and showed it to Lev, "This is an online shopping platform in China. It is settled in RMB. Look, the new accordion only sells for more than 2,000 RMB, converted into rubles."

"OK! Deal!"

Before Shi Quan could finish speaking, Lev quickly took off the accordion from the refrigerator and stuffed it into Shi Quan's arms. During this process, he even accidentally dropped the TT-33 pistol attached to his waist because of his excessive movements.

on the floor.

"Including the cost of filming, the total is 25,000 rubles. Take it!"

After clearing the money and goods, Shi Quan left Lev's kennel with his accordion in his arms as if running for his life. He didn't want to stay and be shot.

After driving back to Wula Antique Shop, Shi Quan anxiously entered the room holding the accordion.

When he got the accordion, the green arrow on the map had disappeared. If nothing else, there must be some secret hidden in this old accordion.

I borrowed the tools used by Big Ivan to restore antiques and dismantled the accordion. As expected, there was a small square military green canvas bag fixed on the inner wall of the bellows.

When he opened the canvas bag, the first thing that caught his attention was a Walter ppk pistol soaked in gun oil!

This jet-black pistol is actually equipped with expensive ivory handle patches. One of the ivory patches is engraved with the words "1939 Katyn 2762", and the other is engraved with an oval with a hammer and sickle in the middle.

The pattern of a sharp sword.

Why does it seem like I have seen this pattern somewhere?

Shi Quan put down his pistol and continued to take it out of the canvas bag.

In addition to the pistol, there was also a folded blue hat with a large brim in the canvas bag. When he unfolded the hat, a flash of lightning flashed in Shi Quan's mind. He finally remembered where he had seen that pattern!

NKVD!

The pattern on the pistol handle is the emblem of the former Soviet Union’s NKVD!

Many people may not know the NKVD, but many people must know the KGB, and the former is the predecessor of the KGB! If we push the time further, even the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which is now part of the Russian Federal Police, can be regarded as the successor of this violent organization

!

Coupled with the iconic blue-topped hat and the words engraved on the other side of the gun handle, Shi Quan couldn't help but tremble!

Could it really be that one?

Shi Quan suppressed the speculation in his heart, tremblingly put his hand into the canvas bag and continued to take it out.

What I took out this time was a thin kraft paper envelope.

The envelope has no seal, and there is a Patriotic War Medal, First Class, pinned to the place where the stamps were originally attached!

Damn, damn, damn!

Shi Quan cursed and carefully poured out a piece of yellowed letter paper from the envelope:

"I am Oleg Blokhin, one of the executioners who massacred the Poles in the Katyn Forest in 1939. I am also a hero who received the Soviet Patriotic War Medal, First Class. The so-called hero probably refers to the crimes I have committed.

of ridicule.

In 1939, I used this pistol seized from German spies to kill 2,762 Poles. Some of them were prisoners of war, some were spies, but most of them were innocent civilians and doctors.

Since then, I have been trapped in endless repentance forever. When I killed the Poles, I also shot my own conscience.

I have a premonition that my time is running out. Today, I seal this letter of confession together with all the memories related to the massacre in my beloved accordion. Maybe one day after my death, my dear little grandson

The husband will discover that the grandfather he worships like a hero is not only a coward, but also an executioner with blood on his hands.

This world is really ironic.

Oleg Blokhin

13.04.1990"

"This is the real murder weapon."

Gently putting down the yellowed letter paper, Shi Quan picked up the pistol again that smelled of gun oil. It was hard to imagine that this exquisite, small and more like a work of art pistol actually killed more than 2,000 people!

In one night, there were 11 more collections and 7 recommendation votes?????? They are all reading novels. Why are you so good? I have only posted four or five chapters??? I am more and more motivated to keep writing.
Chapter completed!