Darwin City, at the southwestern end of Mindil Beach, is far away from the hustle and bustle of the dusk market and the aroma of various delicacies, but at the same time, it also has a sense of tranquility that will not be disturbed by others.
Under the sea breeze and sunshine, Wei Ran, wearing sun protection clothing, a fisherman's hat, large brown polarized glasses and a mask, and gloves on his hands, stood on a reef, skillfully swinging the fishing rod in his hand, and easily hooked the fish.
The baited fishhook was thrown into the rippling blue water.
After fixing the fishing rod, Wei Ran sat on the second-hand fishing box he bought, put his hand into the pocket on his waist as a cover, took out the telescope in the metal book, and glanced at the building not far away with a
A slightly Japanese-style single-family mansion.
This was already the fourth day he came to Darwin Port, and it was also the fourth day he came here to fish and observe the house.
Of course, a more accurate statement might be that I observed that house and stopped by on the fourth day of fishing.
In the past four days, he had figured out the situation in that house.
Every morning, after breakfast, the Japanese wine trader who hired Chiba Kao would personally push a frail old man in a wheelchair for about an hour's walk along the landscape road by the beach, and then go
I would return to that house, take the driver's car out, and go to work in an office building near the dock, which was about half an hour's drive away.
From this time until five o'clock in the afternoon, there were only the old man in the wheelchair, two nannies and a woman in her sixties in the mansion.
This woman had a very regular schedule for the past three days. Every morning, she would prepare breakfast with the help of a nanny in the large kitchen with a view of the sea.
When her husband goes out to work, she will first chat with the old man in the wheelchair for half an hour, and then massage the old man's body for half an hour.
After all this work, the old man will be accompanied by a full-time nanny to look at the scenery under the flower pavilion in the courtyard. The woman will sleep for half an hour first, and then go out, or go shopping, or go for a beauty treatment, or
Go to a cafe not far away and sit with friends.
Before four o'clock in the afternoon, the woman will be back home on time to prepare dinner.
From five-thirty to six o'clock, the wine trader will go home on time. After the family has dinner under the service of two nannies, the couple will habitually go to the beach for a walk, and before eight o'clock in the evening
Get home on time.
At half past nine every day, the lights in several bedrooms facing the sea in this mansion will be turned off. By ten o'clock, the nannies or drivers will basically turn off their lights and take a rest.
From this time to seven o'clock the next morning, most of the people in this mansion and in their stomachs will enter dreamland, but on the first floor of the room, there is a room with lights on all the time, and every half hour, there will be
The two people went together to briefly inspect the front and back of the house. Not surprisingly, the courtyard door of this house was equipped with surveillance cameras that had no blind spots.
There is no doubt that the "best time and place" left for Wei Ran and Chiba Genan to commit the crime is undoubtedly to sneak into the big house after ten o'clock in the evening.
However, on the premise of not killing anyone, the troubles faced during this time period and at the crime location are undoubtedly the difficult monitoring and security personnel patrolling all night.
Because of this, Wei Ran's only choice was when the couple took a walk every evening.
Considering that the cargo ship will leave before dawn tomorrow, tonight will be the only time he has left to commit the crime.
In the past four days, Wei Ran had made preparations for this night. In other words, whether he achieved his goal tonight or not, he had to leave by boat before dawn.
Glancing at the family who had already started having dinner inside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, Wei Ran silently put away his fishing rod and walked to the dusk market not far away, carrying a fairly good catch.
The small fish he caught were sold to a small Indonesian vendor at a low price. He bought some snacks from a Japanese food stall that was not that big. By the way, he chatted with the boss in proficient Japanese, and then
Then he walked towards the car parked far away.
After putting away the second-hand fishing gear he bought at a low price, Wei Ran, who was hiding in the back of the off-road vehicle, changed his clothes, then raised his binoculars again and waited patiently.
After the meal, the old Japanese couple in their sixties were walking slowly on the beach under Wei Ran's prying eyes as usual.
Glancing at the time on his watch, Wei Ran put away his binoculars, took out the food box in the dark, and then took out the P pistol and spare magazine seized from Chiba Kao's body, as well as the
Razor style folding knife.
During these days, he has been busy here, but Anfiya, who is far away in the abandoned military base of Inta to "repair the faulty server", has not been idle either. During her repeated interrogations, Chiba Gonan
He also described the process and manner of committing his previous murders time and time again. This information was also fed back to Wei Ran one by one through emails.
After recalling the behavior of the "genuine Chiba Genan", Wei Ran took out a small bottle of Gillette high-pressure shaving foam from his pocket and sprayed it into the muffler, then tore off a small piece from the steering wheel.
Badminton racket glue sticks to the muzzle of the silencer.
The purpose of this is actually just to increase the humidity inside the pistol silencer and reduce the problem of "firtroundpop".
Of course, this is also one of Chiba Genan's "habits". As for Wei Ran, as a historian, he does not have such troublesome habits, and the weapons he can take out at any time are much quieter, so there is no need to bother with such a thing.
.
Having prepared his weapon, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he took out an envelope from the food box.
There was nothing else in this envelope, just a handful of hair pulled from Chiba Kao's head.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at the remaining hair follicles at the roots, Wei Ran took out a piece of hair from the middle and carefully poked it on the back of the driver's seat.
After collecting the envelope, he took out a small packet folded with tissue paper from his pocket, opened it, picked up a cigarette butt he picked up from the trash can at the dusk market at noon, and threw it into the passenger seat.
in the cracks of the floor.
Putting the tissue in his pocket, he pushed the door open, put it in neutral, pushed it forward less than a meter, and then took out a wad of cash that Ninel had prepared for him from his bag.
It was generally sprinkled in every corner of the car, and then he took out a bottle of rum from the glove box, unscrewed the cap and threw it into the back row.
Before leaving, he did not forget to take out a spray bottle filled with rum and sprayed it randomly in the carriage.
After smelling the smell of alcohol that filled the carriage, he threw the last few cash notes in his hand near the front of the car together with the wallet he had taken from a drunk man's pocket last night.
Finally, he glanced at the ajar door. Wei Ran wrapped the pistol with the silencer in a large dark towel, pulled up the mask, and walked straight towards the couple who walked every night in the night.
The only way to go.
The location he chose is located on the edge of the beach. There is a palm tree on one side of the road. This arc-shaped palm tree not only blocks the Japanese-style mansion, but also blocks the view of some tourists in the distance.
On the other side of this path, there is a small lawn. On the edge of this lawn, there is a bench, and next to it is a street lamp that had just pried open the electrical box and cut off the power cord in the afternoon.
Deliberately controlling his pace, he successfully caught up from behind at the edge of the shadow of the unlit street lamp, which was holding hands and chatting in Japanese while the couple was walking.
Just as the old guy turned around, Wei Ran's right hand also pulled out the P pistol with the silencer on it and pressed it against the old man's back. At the same time, the OT38 silent revolver he held in his other hand also
He withstood the old woman's intentions.
"How about we go sit on that bench and talk about it?"
Wei Ran, who deliberately lowered his voice, asked gently in rarely used Japanese, "Of course, if you want to end your life now, you can call for help."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man on his right held the hand of the old woman on his left and said, "Young man, don't be impulsive. We will listen to you and sit on the chair."
"You hold each other's hands and don't let go. Put the other hand on your neck." Wei Ran said as he pushed forward with the muzzle of his gun.
After receiving the signal, the two old men quickly grasped each other's hands, put the other hand on their necks, and then walked to the bench in unison and sat down.
Standing behind the bench, Wei Ran took out a handcuff from his pocket and handcuffed the two old men's hands together on their necks. Then he took out another handcuff and tied their hands together.
The middle armrests of the bench were cuffed together.
Finally, he put the big towel he brought on the shoulders of the two old men, covering their handcuffed hands. Then he put away the revolver, and then put the P pistol with the silencer on.
It was inserted back into the armpit holster.
After a rough search of the two old men, he found only two mobile phones and a small medicine bottle.
"Young man, what are you looking for?"
The cuffed old man asked calmly, "Do you need money? If you are short of money, I can have someone send you some money."
"Boss, don't you know me?"
Wei Ran stood back behind the bench again, leaned between the heads of the two old men, and continued in Japanese with a smile, "Didn't you hire me to help find the photo album? Now I have found the photo album."
"It's you?"
The old man subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Wei Ran, who was almost touching his cheek, "What do you want to do now?"
"When you hired me, you never mentioned that I would cause such big trouble."
Wei Ran said deliberately ambiguously, "I was almost caught by the forces who were looking for those children, but my partner was killed by them, so boss, shouldn't you give me some compensation?"
After a moment of silence, the old man nodded, "Your request is very reasonable. I didn't expect that the robber would be interested in this photo album, so I'll put a price on your partner's life."
"Madam, how much do you think my partner is worth?" Wei Ran said with a smile on the face of the trembling old lady, "How about you give me a price for my partner?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the old lady repeated tremblingly, but she closed her eyes.
"In this case, let's use the lives of your children as compensation." Wei Ran straightened up, "Is he a congressman now?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the two old men shuddered together.
"00,000, no, 400,000! How about 00,000 Australian dollars?"
The old man sitting on the right asked in panic, "AUD 00,000! Please let my child go."
"How about I give you 00,000 Australian dollars and let me feed your son to the Australian crocodile as food?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be greedy.
"I"
The old lady on the left trembled and said, "I still have a deposit of 00,000 Australian dollars. Please take it all. I just want to let my son go."
"700,000, this price barely makes me satisfied."
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he paused deliberately, and waited until the two old men breathed a sigh of relief. Then he leaned down again and asked in a low voice, "Now is the next question."
"What's the problem?" the old man on the right asked frightenedly.
"The two white men who were first sent to arrest those children were also sent by you?"
"It's me," the old man replied resignedly.
"You'd better tell the truth"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already pinched the old woman's mouth, and inserted the silencer of the P pistol wrapped with hand gel into her mouth, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The answer is. So boss, next is the last chance, either tell the real situation, or"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's my child." The old man finally gave a different answer, "It's the person he hired, after those two idiots missed it."
"It goes without saying what happens next."
Wei Ran paused and continued to ask, "So the first murderer who killed the hiking guide was also the one your idiot son was looking for?"
"That's right," the old man responded with difficulty.
"new questions"
Wei Ran hooked his hand around the old guy's neck and gently slapped his cheek while asking, "Who else are you going to attack, and who have you already attacked? I want to see what kind of job I have."
What can be done?”
"No more," the old man stammered in response.
"So I'm going to lose my job?" Wei Ran muttered in Japanese, pretending to be regretful.
"Kill the little kids who used to have photo albums"
The old lady on the left ignored the hint of the old man next to her and said in a trembling voice, "And all the potential buyers of the album, and also the historian."
"How much money can you offer?" Wei Ran's tone became increasingly greedy.
"Can it be 50,000 Australian dollars per person?" The old lady carefully offered a new price.
"too low"
Wei Ran said disappointedly, "And it also includes a public figure. This amount of money is not enough."
"For that historian, I am willing to pay an additional AU$00,000."
"I guess you can offer higher chips."
"800 000"
The old lady gritted her teeth and said, "If you kill that historian, you can get an additional 800,000 Australian dollars. This is already a high enough price."
"Can you afford so much money?" Wei Ran reminded with a smile, "Just now you said that you only have a deposit of AU$00,000."
After looking at each other, the old man who had been silent just now said, "We will sell part of the company's equity and we will make enough money."
"You know our rules," Wei Ran hinted vaguely.
"If you can find us once, you will find us a second time." The old man sighed, "We can't escape."
"Okay, I'll take over the business."
Wei Ran patted his pocket happily, "Now it's time to talk about this photo album. Rather than whether you can run away, I think it's better to use the secrets in this photo album as a guarantee of your credibility."
“There’s nothing in there”
"In this case, I will donate it to the War Memorial in Canberra."
After saying that, Wei Ran straightened up, turned around and walked away and said, "When I finish the work, I will come to you to settle the commission."
"Wait! Please wait!" The old man turned around in a panic, but almost tripped over because of the handcuffs that had not yet been released.
Unfortunately, Wei Ran did not stop. Now, the old man was completely panicked and said helplessly, "Please come back, and I will tell you the reason why we must get this photo album."
Hearing this, Wei Ran, who had already walked out five or six meters away, slowly stopped, turned around with a smile and walked to the back of the bench again.
Holding the heads of the two old men to make them sit upright, Wei Ran put his head between them again and urged like a crazy pervert, "Tell me, what secrets are there in this photo album?"
"There is a photo of my father there," the old man on the right said helplessly.
"What did you say?" Wei Ran asked again.
"I said, there are photos of my father in that photo album."
The old man subconsciously glanced at the mansion blocked by palm trees, "More than half of the photos inside were taken when he massacred Australian and British prisoners of war."
"So you are worried that these photos will affect your son's career?" Wei Ran asked in sudden realization.
“More than that”
The old man explained helplessly, "My business, as well as several Australian politicians who have a close relationship with me, will be affected by those photo albums, especially one of the buyers is my business competitor."
"Your business competitor?"
"The Chinese-Malaysian businessman you killed at the beginning of the month," the old man said reluctantly, "was the one who first discovered the secret in the photo album."
"This will cost more," Wei Ran said with a smile on his face, but in fact he had murderous intentions in his heart.
"We will give you a satisfactory price." The old lady joined the conversation again, "As long as."
"Don't waste my time"
Wei Ran interrupted the old lady's reminder, "According to your pace, it will take ten minutes to walk home from here, so in order not to affect your rest, we'd better discuss all issues before seven-fifty.
So madam, if you join the conversation without my permission, I will have to find another way to calm you down."
After saying that, Wei Ran tore off the hand glue attached to the muzzle of the silencer, sprayed some shaving foam inside again, and after applying it again, held the old lady's chin and stuffed the silencer in, "
Bite it, it will help you control your mouth, and it will also help you save your life."
Upon hearing this, the targeted old lady immediately bit the muffler wrapped in hand gel.
"Let's continue"
Wei Ran smiled and asked the old man next to him in Japanese, "I'm curious, in which battle were those photos of your father taken? This way, when you regret it, I can always tell you.
.”
“Sandakan”
The old man glanced at his wife and explained helplessly, "During the Sandakan Death March, my father was a captain responsible for escorting prisoners of war. He...he killed some prisoners of war."
"Some?" Wei Ran smiled, "How many are some?"
"More than a hundred people," the old man said vaguely.
"Be more specific," Wei Ran urged, somewhat inquisitively.
"More than one hundred and sixty people"
After the old man finished speaking, he quickly added, "Maybe less, he. He can't remember clearly."
"The old man you push out for a walk every morning is your father?"
"That's right. That's him."
"So in order to cover up the fact that your father was an executioner, you decided to spend more than two million Australian dollars to kill everyone who has seen the photo album?"
"Aren't you also a murderer?" the old man asked angrily.
"certainly"
Wei Ran nodded with a smile, then took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed it.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, a firework that was ignited by electronic remote control flew into the night sky under the watchful eyes of all the tourists on the reef that was almost submerged by the rising tide.
"Wow——!"
When the fireworks bloomed in the night sky, the old man sitting on the bench subconsciously looked over.
However, at the same moment when the firework exploded, Weiran also decisively pulled the trigger.
Amidst the faint sound of gunfire that was masked by the explosion of fireworks, the reduced-charge bullet in the gun chamber was also successfully fired. The lead bullet with a diameter of .
The evaporated shaving foam broke through the hand gel blocking the muzzle of the gun, then easily penetrated the upper teeth of the old woman, and turned her brain into a ball of paste as it rolled at extremely high speed.
At the same time, Wei Ran also pulled out his pistol. Under the horrified gaze of the old guy who subconsciously turned his head when the bullet shell hit his cheek, he grabbed his chin and stabbed the silencer, which was wet with saliva, into it.
"Apologise to those massacred prisoners of war on behalf of your father," Wei Ran said, and at the same time as the second firework exploded, he pulled the trigger again.
After the second slightly faint gunshot, he immediately pulled out his pistol and put it back in the holster. Then he took out a box of Vaseline, dug out a lump from it and put it into the old woman's mouth, blocking it with ease.
Charred bullet holes.
Amidst the rising fireworks, Wei Ran followed the same method and blocked the bullet hole deep in the old man's mouth. Wei Ran slowly removed the two pairs of handcuffs that imprisoned them, and then placed their bodies close together.
And he put a big towel on their shoulders again, keeping them in a position of cuddling together as if watching the fireworks.
After everything was done, he walked a few steps further away, pushed out a stolen road bicycle from the palm grove, and rode the bicycle slowly to the pier amidst the fireworks that still didn't stop.
