Time flies by on December 11th. Wei Ran, who has been posting about various landmarks in Sapporo for two or three days on social platforms, also received an open invitation in the comments from his friend Jima, who happened to be on vacation in Kobe, to join him.
Go to Kobe for a few days.
Seeing that the time was right, Wei Ran also said hello to Diane, paid for the beautiful translator Marta to buy two first-class tickets, and rushed to Kobe for the appointment with great fanfare.
"The life of a rich person is really enviable," Marta said secretly in the first-class cabin.
This is the first time she has flown first class, and it is also the first time she has traveled since studying in this island country for so long - even if this trip is also a job.
After just two or three days of getting along with him, she had already seen that this Chinese history scholar from Russia did not seem to be as playboy as the public information and rumors she searched for on the Internet made him out to be.
At the very least, she is quite confident in her figure and appearance. But this generous historian, apart from making her take photos, run errands, buy this and that, and ask questions, has always maintained the most comfortable look.
Social distancing.
"Marta" Weiran asked casually while flipping through the content on the tablet, "How much do you know about Kobe?"
“Nothing to understand”
Marta said truthfully, "Actually, I have never been to Kobe, but I know that the beef there is very famous."
"In this case, help me find a store and let's try it."
"Okay, Mr. Victor," Marta agreed happily. She knew that she would be able to eat Kobe beef soon.
Finding something to do to distract the little translator who had been secretly watching him, Wei Ran also focused on his tablet.
In these short two or three days, little Mesut predictably did not provide any useful clues, but the Hela girls under Anfiya had already found the building in Hiroshima that was sold in 2002.
property, took photos, and sent them via email.
In these photos, there is a two-story earth-yellow building built at the angle of a Y-shaped intersection. The first floor of this almost trapezoidal building has rusty rolling shutters on three sides. The "trapezoid upper and lower" is close to
Outside the rolling shutter door at the intersection, there is a dedicated parking space large enough to park a light truck.
On the second floor of the building, there are large brown windows on three sides, and there are some mottled advertising signs on them. It looks like it used to be an izakaya.
Continuing to look through the photos taken by the Hella girls, on the lower side of the trapezoidal building, there is a doorway that can barely fit a car into. This doorway is now full of bicycles and motorcycles.
In the innermost part of these cars, there is a rolling shutter door with remaining street graffiti. On the wall on one side of the rolling shutter door, there is a slender opening marked in Japanese for mail delivery.
However, in the photo, the opening is obviously filled with all kinds of letters, advertisements and the like, so much so that a lot of them are scattered on the ground.
Scroll further back and it seems that the Hella girls who took the photo have entered the building. The protagonist in this photo is a mailbox with a glass door that is embedded in the wall and is almost filled with letters.
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Swiping the screen again, it turned out to be a video. Seeing this, Weiran connected his headphones and started playing it.
In this slightly shaky video, the flashlight's beam reaches a tavern with many window tables and chairs, and there are even many wine bottles on the wine rack behind the bar.
Go through the small door behind the bar and follow a narrow staircase to the second floor. There are not many rooms on this floor, and there is no furniture at all, but almost every room has a large dark brown window.
, you can see the bustling streets outside, while also protecting the privacy inside.
As the video camera turned, the Hela girl who took the video had climbed to the roof. There were many tables and chairs on the roof of the two-story building, surrounded by a chest-high parapet.
There are many awnings that seem to be retractable.
The video ended abruptly at this point, and there was only one line of German text left in the email, "All letters in the mailbox have been delivered to the Kobe Hotel."
Unplugging the authenticator and putting away the tablet, Weiran took out an eye mask and put it on, patiently waiting for the flight to land.
After a short flight, the flight landed smoothly, and Weiran also walked out of the pick-up gate under the leadership of translator Marta.
"Hey! My good brother!"
A long way away, Jima opened his arms and walked towards Wei Ran, greeting Wei Ran enthusiastically and loudly in Russian, without caring at all about the surprised looks of the treacherous Japanese around him.
"I didn't expect you guys to come here to recruit as well." Wei Ran enthusiastically bumped fists and shoulders with Jima, and at the same time said hello loudly and enthusiastically in Russian.
"Maya 5 and I just came over to play."
Jima said and waved to Maya, who was walking towards her. The latter also said hello to Wei Ran, and then asked jokingly, "Is this beautiful girl your female companion? Aren't you afraid?"
Fleur buried you in the permafrost of Inta?"
"This is my translator Marta"
Although Wei Ran knew that his nominal classmate was joking, he still explained, and at the same time did not forget to add the suffix, "I introduced Aurora when she had a video chat with me two days ago.
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"You are so candid"
Maya, who had not been able to eat the melon, muttered regretfully, then stretched out her hand to Marta, who was a little overwhelmed, and took the initiative to introduce herself. At the same time, she also took Ji Ma's arm and pretended to be affectionate.
Also introduced.
"Are you really Jima? Jima Allah?"
Marta shook hands with Jima excitedly, "I've seen the movie you acted in, both movies! My friends and I liked those two stories very much!"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Have you seen my movie?"
Ji Ma, who rarely met a fan, suddenly felt a little carried away, but soon, reminded by Maya's eyes, he pretended to be serious again, chatting with Marta reservedly while walking out of the airport, reluctantly.
I signed the girl's name.
As the two actors left the airport and got into an Alfa, Jima directly sent away the middle-aged male driver he hired from who knows where, leaving all the work of driving, tour guide and translator to the still excited little face.
of Marta.
We were talking and laughing all the way back to the hotel where Jim and Ma were staying. After Wei Ran pushed his luggage to his room, he immediately saw a locked small suitcase on the luggage rack.
After locking the door, he opened the suitcase according to the password provided by Anfiya. What was inside was all envelopes of different sizes and a thick stack of leaflets.
I roughly flipped through the flyers, and found that there were job offers, prostitutes, and notices for home inspections from the natural gas company, or inquiries about trying to acquire the house or even recycle various old appliances and furniture, and even all kinds of information.
Promotional ads and stuff like that.
Putting the garbage aside, Weiran took out a stack of letters, which were basically tax payment receipts.
What is quite interesting is that the earliest of these tax payment receipts was in 2003, and the latest was in April of this year. The person who sent these tax payment receipts was the tax management department of a local real estate agency in Hiroshima.
Opening the latest receipt, it not only lists the detailed tax records for this year, but also provides an account number, and indicates that the balance in this account is less than one million yen, etc.
But the most interesting thing is that the title used in this reply was actually "Mr. Ihor Yashin" specially written in Russian!
This old thing
Wei Ran murmured to himself. It was obvious that Ihor, the Japanese prisoner of war, had managed to obtain the identity of a Russian or former Soviet Union country.
Is this difficult? It’s difficult to say it’s difficult, but it’s actually simple to say it’s simple.
Not to mention anything else, aren’t the Katenka sisters, Lola and her younger sister and even Lu Xinda, who have seized the habitat of the weiran, all natives of Vorkuta now?
This is still today. If it were the years after the collapse of the Soviet Union, if you wanted to do these things, it would probably be simpler.
Throwing the reply receipt aside, Wei Ran picked up a large kraft paper envelope that was mailed in December 2002 and tore it open.
There are various documents for that house contained here, and although the name of the homeowner is marked in the column of the house owner, and the nationality is also Russian, the photo of the house owner does not look like an old man.
Ihor.
Throwing this package aside, Weiran continued to move forward, and then unexpectedly found three letters sent from Irkutsk, Russia!
The latest of these three letters is from 2005, and the earliest one is from February 2003! And the sender's name turned out to be "Andrei Suhaya"!
Suhaya, Suhaya Tunguska River? So Andrei, could it be that Andrei?
Wei Ran murmured as he took a photo of the mailing address on the envelope and sent it to Anfeiya.
After tearing open the envelope, the letter paper inside had a faint musty smell, but the Russian language on it was still clearly legible.
The content expressed in these sentences expresses congratulations to Ihor for opening his own izakaya. At the same time, he also expresses regret that his body is not as good as before and he can't even get out of bed. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to his house.
Izakaya, and try the taste of Siberian frozen fish.
After tearing open the second letter, he asked about Ihor's current situation and how the business of the izakaya was going. He also mentioned that he might have to repay his loan later.
Looking at the last letter again, the font on the letterhead is obviously from a different person, and the content is extremely simple. There are only two things. The loan you owed has been all transferred to your account, and "My father An.
Mr. Andre passed away late at night on June 27, 2005."
Throwing this letter aside, Wei Ran looked through the rest of the letters and saw that there was nothing of value in them. After some picking and sorting, he put all the useful letters in a file bag.
