At noon the second day after visiting Mr. Simpson's farm, one of Jia Ya's subordinates delivered a plastic gun case and a lead-sealed suitcase.
Opening the green plastic gun box, what was inside was a Winchester Model 12 trench gun.
On the left side of the receiver of this trench gun, there is also a steel ammunition clip holding 6 copper-cased shotshells.
"Ji Ma, help me with the test firing."
As Wei Ran said this, he handed the pump-action shotgun to Ji Ma, who was watching the fun. The latter took the gun, took out four copper-cased shotguns from the paper box on the table, turned around and walked out.
The bullet was pressed into the magazine of this trench gun.
A moment later, the sound of test firing rang out from the small shooting range not far from the house. At about the same time, Wei Ran opened the suitcase's seal and took out an almost identical old-fashioned hard leather suitcase.
On one side of the suitcase, there is also a sea anchor logo as big as the bottom of a washbasin. The only difference is that in the lower right corner of the logo, the name printed here is "Hugo Spencer".
Looking up at Lu Xinda who was standing next to Suisui, Wei Ran turned around and looked at Xia Shushi across the table, and then reached out and opened the suitcase.
Just like Lu Xinda said, this suitcase also has an Owen submachine gun sprayed with green camouflage paint fixed in it. And like the previous suitcase, this submachine gun is also in a disassembled state, and there are also 5 fixed ones.
magazine, and two American canvas ammunition pouches each containing 12 rounds of copper-cased shotshells.
The only difference is that in the lower left corner of the box, there is a Browning Hi-Power pistol in a hard canvas holster and three spare magazines.
"Which one are you coming from?" Wei Ran asked Xia Shushi while assembling the Owen submachine gun in the suitcase.
"Pistol"
While Xia Shushi was speaking, he had already picked up the old-looking canvas holster, opened the metal buckle on it, and pulled out the pistol.
Each loaded a few bullets into the magazine. The two of them left the room one after another and went to the edge of the shooting range. They aimed at a random target and pulled the trigger repeatedly, collecting enough bullet casings.
Including Jima, who came in advance to test-fire, the three of them sorted the bullet casings they got from the test-fire into categories and handed them to Anfisa.
In a room with heavy curtains on the second floor of this wooden house, a bullet casing was placed on the table where several soft lights shone. And at the table, Anfisa was patiently adjusting the bullet in her hand.
A camera equipped with a macro lens takes high-definition photos of bullet shells at several fixed angles.
At the same time, in another room next door, Anfiya was holding a piece of freshly baked meat pie in her mouth. She was operating a notebook and comparing the photos she had taken with the sample photos.
This work lasted for half a day, until nightfall, the two sisters finally helped everyone find the answer.
“All found”
Anfisa and her sister placed a few photos on the table and said, "The two copper-cased shotguns brought back from the recruitment and the shot shells shot by the Ithaca 37 trench gun are scratches and primers.
The impact marks are almost identical.”
"I already said this yesterday," Wei Ran said while Suisui was helping Xia Shushi translate.
Anfisa picked up two sets of macro photos and handed them to Wei Ran, then pointed to the submachine gun in the suitcase with the name "Hugo Spencer" stamped on the table and said, "But those two 9
The marks on the casing of the millimeter handkerchief and the marks on the bullet head are almost identical to the marks on the bullet fired by this Owen submachine gun found in Papua New Guinea."
After taking the photo and looking at it, Anfisa pointed at a clear horizontal scratch in the photo and said, "This scratch can only be found on the bullet shells fired by this Owen submachine gun."
"Why do you know everything?" Suisui came over to take a look, then looked at Anfisa with admiring eyes and asked.
"I studied chemistry in college and worked part-time in the police station at that time." Anfisa said matter-of-factly, "My makeup was also taught to me by a police officer."
When the girl was fooling the boss, Wei Ran also handed the two photos in his hand to Xia Shushi and motioned for him to follow him as he walked out of the room and said, "That's enough. Now you can notify Mr. Simpson to go home. If
If he speeds up, maybe their family can spend Christmas at their own home. Also, do you still remember the photo of the plane wreckage in the first photo album?"
"Remember" Xia Shushi nodded, "So I can contact Miss Kou Kou?"
"It's 100,000 US dollars," Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "If you're not short of money, you can keep dragging it on."
"I have never received such an expensive Christmas gift," Xia Shushi said as he took out his cell phone and dialed Miss Kou Kou first.
Before he could get through, Wei Ran also took out his cell phone, rummaged through it and dialed Diane, the person in charge of the Edelweiss organization.
"Does Mr. Victor have any good news?" As soon as the call was connected, Diane asked the question she was most concerned about in her usual straightforward manner.
"I have a Christmas gift here for Mr. Mesut," Wei Ran said with a smile. This matter has been delayed for long enough, and it's time to reveal the answer.
"Let me guess, have you found the missing Mr. Mesut?" Diane asked in surprise.
"It's not easy." Wei Ran deliberately paused for a moment before continuing, "But fortunately, I finally found it."
"Where is he?" Diane asked subconsciously.
"Direction of the Ob River"
Wei Ran paused, explained the fabricated investigation process in a cryptic and simple manner, and then sent all the photos of the abandoned stone house and the simple tombstone to Diane.
"That's probably the situation"
Wei Ran finally said, "I have asked my friend to go and see the scene. Those photos were taken at the scene. I will send you another set of coordinates later. If Mr. Mesut plans to go there in person, my
My girlfriend's company happened to have a private flight to the west side of the Ural Mountains.
You can ask Mr. Mesut to go to the library to find Mr. Greva, the security manager, and he will help you arrange your itinerary. He will also help keep the notebook. Of course, there is no extra charge for this."
"I will let Mr. Mesut pay the investigation fee as soon as possible," Diane said slightly excitedly.
"Say hello to little Mr. Mesut for me. I hope he likes this Christmas gift."
"I will bring your blessings." When Diane said this, she could not hide the joy in her tone.
"Finally, please give me an extra sentence." Wei Ran said when Diane was about to hang up the phone.
"Please speak." As Diane spoke, she subconsciously turned on the recording function.
"I remember you once said that little Mr. Mesut has an incurable aversion and physical discomfort towards all people with yellow skin and dark eyes."
Wei Ran paused for half a second and said before Diane spoke, "So for the sake of this Christmas gift, I hope Mr. Mesut can correctly distinguish between Asians and Japanese.
More than half a century ago, the nuclear recruitment method invaded most countries in Asia. Today, more than half a century later, any Asian with yellow skin and black hair, except the recruitment people, cannot
Don’t you deserve to be treated unfairly because of what the disgusting recruiter did?”
"I will convey it to you," Diane said seriously, "At the same time, I will also do it for you."
"No no no"
Wei Ran hurriedly stopped the other party before she could finish speaking, "Ms. Diane, we are already old friends. There is no need for you to apologize for anyone, and there is no substitute for apologizing."
"You are right." Diane smiled, "I will convey your words to Mr. Mesut verbatim."
"Sorry to trouble you, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance." Wei Ran said with a smile, and then hung up the phone with a smile on his face.
On the other end of the phone call, Diane glanced at Jordan, the recruitment woman in charge of driving, and after carefully looking at the photos and coordinates sent by Wei Ran, she immediately dialed Mr. Mesut.
Just as Wei Ran hung up the phone and finished sending the photos and coordinates, Xia Shushi also hung up the second call.
"Mr. Simpson will be flying back tomorrow morning."
Xia Shushi said, "As you might expect, he doesn't care about those burnt photo negatives at all. In addition, he asked us if we would like to spend Christmas with their family. If not, he could also help us."
Rent a yacht and go out to sea.”
"Just stay and spend the holidays with them," Wei Ran said with some gloating, "We won't take you with us when we go on the yacht."
Knowing that Wei Ran was prepared to keep all the gratitude and friendship of the Simpson family to himself, Xia Shushi felt a little embarrassed.
"Stop saying nice things."
Wei Ran pointed to the wooden house behind him and said in a joking tone, "Those girls have long wanted to go to the beach, so let Mr. Simpson prepare the yacht as soon as possible.
In addition, I will take away the weapons brought from Papua New Guinea. They are not only the relics of Mr. Hugo, but also the relics of Mr. Chris.
I think it’s better to leave these things as a souvenir to Cinda Lu, after all, almost all her family members had accidents because of those two photo albums.”
"It should, it should."
Xia Shushi nodded hurriedly, and then asked, "But this matter is not over yet, Wei Ran, what should we do with the negatives of those burnt photos? If we can't find those negatives, won't our work be in vain?"
"Kou Kou, that rich woman's 100,000-year-old daughter is yours, why are you working in vain?" Wei Ran reminded him in a dumbfounded voice.
"What about you?" Xia Shushi grinned, "I've got the money, what are you going to do? How about you keep the one hundred thousand?"
"I'll forget it"
Wei Ran replied vaguely, "I will take the time to go to the Japanese in the next year to see if I can find those negatives. If I find them, you will have to help me announce them."
"Don't worry about this!"
Xia Shushi patted his chest and made a promise, "As long as you can find it, I will definitely find someone tough enough to announce it to you."
