In the slightly dilapidated small courtyard, Wei Ran snorted undisguisedly, stood up, looked around and asked, "Can I stay here today?"
"Yes, of course."
Diane nodded and said before the ghost woman named Jordan spoke, "Little Mr. Mesut said that if you can find any clues, it's okay to demolish this place, but you'd better find valuable clues."
Without leaving a trace, he glanced at Jordan who was hesitant to speak. Wei Ran walked into the room and said, "That's it. You can go and do your work first. If it's convenient, just send me a dinner, preferably Chinese food."
,Thanks."
"no problem"
Diane nodded happily, "Do you need to prepare bedding? It is winter after all, and no one has lived here for a long time."
"Need not"
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already taken out a pair of rubber gloves and put them on pretendingly. At the same time, he said, "If I feel cold at night, I will call you. Now I have to start working."
"That's it, we will bring dinner as soon as possible."
Diane didn't even give Jordan a chance to speak, so she took her out of the house and made way for Wei Ran's work space.
"This Chinese is so rude," Jordan couldn't help complaining to Diane after getting into her car.
Of course she knew Diane. A few years ago, this chubby woman had come here more than once to look for clues related to the missing Mr. Mesut. Although she had found nothing, at least she was already an acquaintance with Jordan.
"Ms. Jordan, please allow me to remind you." Diane said as she closed the car door.
"What?" Jordan temporarily stopped starting the car.
"This house is the private property of Mr. Mesut Jr."
Diane paused and continued in German, "Mr. Victor is Mr. Mesut's guest. To do anything in this house, he only needs the permission of Mr. Mesut, the owner of the house. No one else has any rights."
put one's oar in."
"Can"
"in addition"
Diane smiled, "Victor is a well-known scholar who is proficient in the history of World War II, and he is also Chinese. I don't know if you have seen the video of his interview with Americans, but based on my understanding and contact with him, he
No matter how bad the attitude towards the recruiter is, it is normal, especially not long ago, he was attacked by the recruiter.
Frankly speaking, I am very satisfied that he is willing to come here to investigate this matter. This is why I want your husband to receive us. When you show up here, his attitude just now is considered very good. "
"But hasn't the war ended a long time ago?" Jordan said subconsciously.
"ha!"
Diane shook her head, "Victor is a historian, one of the most unlikely people to forget history. If you expect him to forget what happened in history, you might as well expect the Americans to forget who attacked Pearl Harbor."
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"Forget it, I can't tell you anything."
Jordan turned his head and looked at the house outside the window, sighed with regret, turned the key and slowly stepped on the accelerator.
"Do you want this house?" Diane asked abruptly.
“After all, I grew up here”
Jordan increased the speed of the car slightly and said, "There are a lot of memories of my childhood there, but I can't afford this house. It's too expensive."
"You should have a formal job," Diane comforted her kindly.
"A stay-at-home mom is also a job." After Jordan said this, he changed the subject, "Where should we go next?"
“Go find the Chinese restaurant, the best Chinese restaurant.”
Diane paused and added, "In addition, I'm afraid we need to buy some bedding and heating supplies."
"There was a kerosene heater in that house."
Jordan said reluctantly, "If I remember correctly, there is still a lot of kerosene, and the bedding really needs to be bought new."
"Then hurry up"
Diane urged, but at the same time she shook her head secretly in her heart. This woman who was not many years younger than herself was really stupid. She really shouldn't entertain Wei Ran with her status and attitude as the hostess of that house.
While these two women with different ideas were busy shopping for Wei Ran, Wei Ran himself had already walked around the first floor of the house.
To put it simply, the outline of the main building of this house is a "T" shape. The left half of the horizontal line above is the spire garage seen outside the door, and the right half is a warehouse-like building.
Room.
The vertical part of the T-shape is used for various functional rooms, and the right half of the vertical and horizontal parts are also the two sides of the small rectangular yard.
The other side of the vertical side, the left half of the horizontal side, and the small square area surrounded by the road are a flowerbed that blocks the view.
After figuring out the terrain and room structure, Wei Ran first went to look at the first and second floors of the pointed warehouse.
This floor is a cold drink shop that has obviously been closed for a long time. It has a small wooden bar, a few solid wood tables, old refrigerators and freezers, and a big-ass TV.
After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, the only thing I found was a few pornographic magazines from the 1990s.
On the second floor of the garage, after opening the curtains one by one, the four symmetrically distributed dormer windows and the triangular floor-to-ceiling windows facing the school across the road provide sufficient lighting for this relatively clean attic, but this is almost the same as downstairs.
Although the large space was extremely clean, there was only a lounge chair, an oil heating stove, and a Japanese-style shrine.
What made Wei Ran sneer was that the tablet enshrined in the shrine turned out to be that of the missing Mesut, and the name on the tablet was still written in Russian.
"Hypocritical." Wei Ran murmured with a sneer, then turned around to take a look at the connected warehouse.
This is a ceiling-to-ceiling structure. In a space as big as the garage in front, placed against the wall are some old-fashioned equipment for maintaining sports equipment such as skis, as well as various skis that are still hung above the head with steel wires.
Or there are ski clothes, mountaineering clothes, and even mountaineering picks hanging on the wall. In the corner, there are also several red plastic buckets filled with kerosene.
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Wei Ran snorted coldly, turned around and left the warehouse without a second floor, and checked the rooms with solid wood sliding doors on the first floor one by one.
Naturally, no clues could be found in these rooms, but he saw another shrine. Different from before, the incense burner of this shrine was still full of incense ashes, and the tablets enshrined in the shrine had also been wiped.
It's so clean that if you get closer, you can even vaguely smell the lingering smell after burning incense.
The ones on these tablets are naturally Toshiro Koyama, whose Japanese name is written on Ihor, and several people with the same surname. And judging from the descriptions on the tablets, these tablets are most likely placed here by the woman named Jordan.
of.
"It's really embarrassing to support your father and grandparents at other people's homes."
As Wei Ran spoke, he took down the tablets and knocked them against each other. Seeing that there was no interlayer, he randomly threw them back to their original positions.
Soon, Wei Ran, who found nothing, climbed up to the second floor. The difference between the second floor and the first floor was not big, but it was obvious that this place had become a place where debris was piled up a long time ago.
Perhaps due to the devil's spirit of attack, these sundries were tidied away. Not only was there a paper on the door of each room where the sundries were placed, with the contents written in Japanese, but also these sundries were also written on them.
To whom they all belong.
However, when he opened a sliding door, he discovered that there was much more than what was written on the paper. The production dates written on some of the cardboard boxes filled with children's toys had already reached 2015.
Leaving the second floor without finding anything, Wei Ran first picked up a barrel of kerosene from the warehouse, then climbed up to the attic on the second floor of the garage. After some fumbling, he lit the kerosene heating stove that he had only seen in Japanese cartoons before.
When the kerosene heating stove began to release a steady stream of heat, outside the triangular floor-to-ceiling window, it was already time for the elementary school on the opposite side of the road to finish school, and the road became lively.
Pulling the recliner over and wiping it casually, Wei Ran sat behind the floor-to-ceiling window, secretly wondering if there were any valuable clues in this house that had not been found.
What concerned him the most was what the ghost woman mentioned about the disappearance of the money from the sale of the house in Ihor.
Obviously, to be able to say that it was "missing" rather than "stolen", it must have been confirmed. In this case, where did the money go?
Although he didn't know how much the house shamelessly sold to Mr. Mesut was worth, it would not be a small sum of money after all. So, what would Ihor do with the money?
Inexplicably, he remembered another thing. He had stabbed Ihor with a knife and sprinkled salt on the wound, so he clearly remembered that Ihor was not a native of Sapporo, but from Hiroshima.
Man, this Japs seemed to have said that if he could come back alive, he would open an izakaya.
So, could the missing money be related to this? Could it be that this Japanese guy really plans to open an izakaya?
Besides, what was he doing in the yard in the middle of winter? There was nothing in the small yard except a broken motorcycle and a long, twisted tree.
It stands to reason that there is no need for an old man who is dying and has some minor disabilities to go out to the yard in the winter.
After thinking about it, Wei Ran, who had just sat down, suddenly remembered the welded iron door.
He got up and went downstairs, left the room from the entrance and walked around to the outside of the iron door. Wei Ran couldn't help grinning. Not only was this small door on the wall welded shut from the inside, but it was also heavily bricked on the outside.
Strictly.
On the other hand, there is an open-air parking space against the wall on one side of the door. Above the parking space is the canopy of the tree that has lost all its leaves.
Looking across the road, Wei Ran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. There was a red mailbox that looked very old.
Is it possible to send a letter? But it’s 2002, why don’t you call?
etc!
Wei Ran was suddenly stunned. He remembered a person, a person that he himself had ignored. Or to be more precise, a person who was not even mentioned in the metal book, but actually existed!
