On the upper deck at the stern, which was filled with the smell of blood, fish, and a bit of rotting whale meat, a canine skull and a tortoiseshell comb were placed between Meiren and Nagatsuka Joeji.
A pair of tachyons and a kendama, and of course, two picture frames and a rangefinder camera with bullet holes.
"Want to chat?"
After Wei Ran finished speaking, without waiting for Nagatsuka Joeji's response, he picked up the group photo and asked, "Are these your wife and children?"
Looking up at Wei Ran, Nagatsuka Joeji nodded after being silent for a moment, "Yes, my wife and children."
"Are you still alive?" Wei Ran asked casually.
"died"
"How did you die?"
"atomic bomb"
Nagatsuka Joji smiled sadly, "My wife is a nurse at Shima Hospital. Do you know Shima Hospital?"
Seeing Wei Ran spreading his hands, Nagatsuka Joeji explained extremely calmly, "The little boy's atomic bomb exploded above Shima Hospital. My wife was probably working in the hospital at the time."
"Where is your child?" Wei Ran asked equally calmly.
"Dead too"
Nagatsuka Joeji tried his best to raise his head and glance at the night sky, then looked down at the things placed between the two of them, "I can't find them. That kendama, that comb, and those tachyons, those are
The only thing I found in my house."
"What about this?" Wei Ran asked as he picked up the skull.
"That was the first dog I raised. His name was Taro. Every dog I raised later was named Taro."
There was a hint of choking in Nagatsuka Joeji's tone, "On the day of the defeat, I personally killed it, buried it in the banana forest at the station, and then fled to Brazil with my companions. When I returned
At that time, only this skull was found.”
"What about this one?" Wei Yan put down his skull and picked up the camera with the hole in it and asked.
"It helped me take a shot."
Nagatsuka Joeji looked at the photo between the two of them and explained absently, "Otherwise, I might have died in 41 years."
"So where is that American female pilot buried by you?"
"In..." Nagatsuka Joeji trembled just as he was about to start, and looked at Wei Ran with a horrified look on his face.
"Let me think about it, Amelia Earhart seems to be called that, right?"
While Wei Ran asked, a tube of film appeared in his hand, and Nagatsuka Joeji's face became extremely pale and frightened.
"What are you afraid of?"
Wei Ran put the film back into his bag, "You are going to die soon, why don't you tell me where you and your three friends buried her?"
"How did you know about this?" Nagatsuka Joeji asked in panic, "Who told you? Who? Who told you!"
"Let's make an exchange"
Wei Ran reached out and took off the Nikon camera that was still hanging around Nagatsuka Joeji's neck and put it into his bag. Then he reached out and picked up the two photo frames and knocked them against each other, "Tell me to bury her there."
Where are you? I'll let you die more comfortably."
"If you can't find her, you'll never find her."
Nagatsuka calmed down without any warning, and replied with a smile, "She was buried on a certain island in the Marshall Islands, where the American atomic bomb had blown up nothing."
"What a shame," Wei Ran said, then threw the photo frame in his hand into a tin bucket next to him.
"What are you going to do?!" Nagatsuka Joeji immediately became nervous.
But soon, Wei Ran pinched its jaw joint open again, and it could only whimper, and watched with an angry look as Wei Ran threw everything between them into the iron bucket, and then
Then pour kerosene on it and light it with a match.
Ignoring the other party's struggle and unclear roar, Wei Ran patted his butt and stood up, picked up the camera the other party gave him, and slowly changed a new film. Against the backdrop of the constantly beating flames and the lights not far away,
I took a condescending photo of this beast that was also sad and desperate.
Almost as soon as he attached the lens to the camera, the boat began to move forward slowly, and a moment later, Hugo and the other three walked over from a distance each carrying luggage and sailor bags.
"I brought your luggage here too."
Hugo shook the sailor bag in his hand, and then without waiting for Weiran's response, he, Karan and Valoro threw the things in their hands into the only traffic boat that did not have holes in the bottom of the boat.
.
"What's wrong with his chin?" Hugo asked with a frown, while taking out the katana on his belt.
"piece of cake"
Wei Ran said, and with a "click" sound, he helped Nagatsuka Joeji reattach his dislocated jaw.
Without giving him a chance to open his mouth to say anything, Hugo casually picked up a vise that fell on the floor and roughly knocked out all of Nagatsuka Joeji's teeth, while Wei Ran raised his camera and took a picture of it.
A close-up shot.
Amidst Nagatsuka Joeji's screams, Hugo threw the wrench out of the boat and waved to Karan.
"Take out the photo album and find the photo of your brother."
As Hugo spoke, he took out four belts from his bag and tied them one by one to Nagatsuka Joeji's elbows and knees, and called on Valoro to help tie them as tightly as possible.
At the same time, Callan also knelt on the deck, opened one of the photo albums, and found a photo of Nagatsuka Joeji slashing the Australian soldier Hannibal Simpson.
"God made me see this photo when I sent you back to your room. It was definitely not to make Karan and I forgive you."
While tightening the last belt, Hugo said very clearly, "Victor, can you help me translate it into Japanese? In case Captain Fernando doesn't understand what I'm saying."
"My pleasure"
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he cleared his throat and translated into clear Japanese, "God certainly didn't let me see this photo when I sent you back to your room to make Karan and I forgive you."
"I hope you can understand"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hugo paused for a moment, and waited until Wei Ran finished translating before continuing, "The reason why I killed you is because I have enough reasons to do it.
.One of the most important reasons is to let you personally taste the pain you have inflicted on others."
Still leaving enough translation time for Wei Ran, Hugo picked up the samurai sword and continued to speak in English to Nagatsuka Joeji, who also understood English, "I will try my best to let you live as long as possible.
You taste every pain. During this period, you can shout as much as you want. By the way, I hope you can remember it well.
Did the screams and pleas of the innocent people you slaughtered ever make you feel even a little bit remorseful?"
"Let me go...let me go..."
Nagatsuka Joeji, whose mouth was full of blood, begged incoherently, "Victor, please let me go, considering that I have sent..."
"For the sake of you and your companions, you slaughtered so many of my compatriots?"
Wei Ran asked coldly in Japanese, "For the sake of the Singapore Massacre, the Manila Massacre, the Yangon Massacre, the Nauru Massacre, the Bataan Death March, and the Sandakan Death March?
Or because you invaded China, carried out the Jinling Massacre, used poison gas, conducted human experiments, raped and plundered, or because you carried out 154 massacres of more than a thousand people in China since the Sino-Japanese War of 1884-1894.
?”
Almost at the same time that Wei Ran finished speaking, Hugo had already raised the samurai sword and pressed one of Nagatsuka Joeji's hands, like a grasshopper, amidst the screams, one after another.
Cut off all of Nagatsuka Joeji's fingers.
Every time he cut off a finger, Wei Ran would take a photo of Nagatsuka Joeji, dutifully recording the pain he suffered and the painful expression on his face.
"I learned this from your photo album. You once cut off a soldier's finger like this. Do you still remember it?"
Hugo asked indifferently, "Let me help you recall. That soldier, like me, is a motorcycle courier. He comes from the 27th Australian Infantry Brigade. He is a red-haired young man with a beer bottle cap size on the back of his hand.
A mole on.”
Still waiting for Wei Ran to finish his translation, Hugo continued, "Let me introduce him, his name is Alan, from Darwin Port. That's probably how you cut off all his fingers, right? In a close-up, you
You also shaved off the skin on the back of his hands, didn’t you?”
"Someone will avenge me, someone will find you!" Nagatsuka Joji screamed miserably and cursed, "Your whole family will die! You don't even have a chance to survive!"
Before it finished speaking, Hugo had already used the katana in his hand to roughly cut off the back of Nagatsuka Joeji's hand, making him scream again. Wei Ran on the side also pressed the shutter again.
"That's what Allen called you at that time, right?" Before Hugo finished speaking, he chopped off half of Nagatsuka Joeji's palm with another knife. "Answer me, did he ask for mercy like you?"
"Yes, yes!" Nagatsuka Joji, who had looked ruthless just now, wailed in response, begging and struggling with tears in his eyes.
"What about when you cut off another soldier's arm?"
After Hugo finished speaking, without waiting for Wei Ran's translation, he stood up and chopped off Nagatsuka Joeji's incomplete left forearm with one knife.
Thanks to the straps that had been tied up in advance, there was not much blood after the stabbing, but the pain caused to Nagatsuka Choji was not alleviated.
"Look what good things I brought you"
Hugo, with red eyes, said as he took out a salt shaker from the restaurant from his bag, grabbed a handful of edible salt water and rubbed it vigorously on the wound, causing Nagatsuka Joeji to wail even more wantonly.
After a slight pause, he walked to the other side of Nagatsuka who was struggling and squirming. Just like before, he first chopped off half of his hand, then chopped off his arm, and sprinkled a large amount of salt on it.
While he was busy, Wei Ran was not only busy taking pictures and recording, but also kindly temporarily untied the belt above Nagatsuka Joeji's knees to prevent him from losing the most precious pain due to numbness due to blocked blood supply.
Amidst the rounds of screams, Valoro took a few steps back silently, relit his pipe in the darkness of the deck and smoked silently. Young Karan also lay on the guardrail and vomited uncontrollably.
, that face with bruises was also full of panic.
Next to Nagatsuka Joeji, Wei Ran, who was busy filming, was also calmly watching Hugo, who was already covered in blood. He used the camera to record that he cut off Nagatsuka Joeji's limbs and his incontinent penis in sequence.
the whole process.
"Karan!"
Hugo shouted, "Aren't you going to personally avenge the murderer of your brother Hannibal Simpson?!"
At this loud roar, Karan shivered subconsciously, his feet softened, and he sat down on the deck covered with non-slip wooden boards.
"Stand up!" Hugo shouted, "Either chop off its head with this knife, or shoot it!"
Hearing this, Karan shivered again, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and stood up, hurriedly taking off the colorfully decorated trench shotgun on his shoulder, and waited for Wei Ran and Hugo to walk away.
He immediately raised it and aimed with difficulty at Nagatsuka Choji, who was about thirteen or fourteen meters away from him.
"boom!"
After the dull gunshot, the shot did not hit Nagatsuka Joeji, who had been cut into a human stick, and only left a ball of bullet marks on the floor.
"If you miss, get closer!" Hugo scolded almost indifferently, "hit it in the face!"
Hearing this, Karan swallowed, walked forward less than a meter at most and pulled the trigger again.
But this time, he forgot to push the bullet into the barrel of the gun, so he didn't make any noise at all.
"Whatever you want Karan"
Wei Ran pretended to be disappointed and said, "Since you don't want to avenge your brother, just let him live like this. This is not bad. He..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No! I want to! I want to avenge my brother! Just use the gun he gave me!"
Before Karan finished speaking, he had already put a bullet in his mouth with a "Kacha!", took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger towards Nagatsuka Joeji!
"boom!"
After the dull gunfire, the large number of lead pellets filled with birdshot were packed with huge energy. They chased each other and hit Nagatsuka Joeji's face, causing him to let out one last scream, but he didn't.
Didn't take away its life immediately.
"Valoro, you and Karan start up the traffic boats that drilled the holes and put them down, and let them run in different directions at a slow speed."
Hugo said, carrying the bloody katana back to Nagatsuka Joeji, expressionlessly slit open his abdominal cavity, and then used all his strength to chop at his neck.
"clang!"
With a crisp sound, the flesh-moulded dog's head was cut off, and the samurai sword broke in the middle as it hit the floor.
He casually stabbed Nagatsuka Joeji in the stomach with half of the katana in his hand. Hugo picked up the human head that was still half-edged and walked toward the bow of the ship.
After looking at the broken corpses on the floor, Wei Ran cleared his throat vigorously after taking the photo and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. He followed Hugo and watched from the perspective of a bystander as he smashed the head in with a hammer.
On the head of a javelin without explosives or fuse, I watched him load the javelin into the whale cannon on the bow of the ship and shoot it out at will.
Then I saw Hugo, covered in blood, lying on the guardrail vomiting under the beam of the ship's light. I watched him finally sit down against the guardrail like a helpless child, burying his head in his arms and losing his voice.
Cry bitterly.
The cry contained too many emotions that he had seen on other battlefields, but it did not have the expected feeling of avenging a great revenge.
In fact, even Wei Ran himself was not as happy as he thought he would be. Instead, he felt more and more sorry for those compatriots, companions or... comrades who were suffering.
He picked up the Nikon camera around his neck and took a picture of Hugo. Wei Ran, who was also covered in blood, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two and put them into his mouth and lit them. After a few puffs, this
Then he walked to Hugo, sat down, and stuffed one into the other's mouth.
"Valoro told me"
Wei Ran paused and said calmly, "Revenge is not something worth enjoying, nor will we gain happiness at all. It is just something we must do."
"It is indeed not a period worth enjoying, and it is indeed not a time to gain any happiness."
Hugo also took a puff of his cigarette, and then suddenly laughed, "Victor, that friend of mine is a bastard."
"Hannibal?" Wei Ran asked, leaning against the guardrail and looking up at the stars in the sky.
"Yes, that's him."
Hugo also leaned against the guardrail and looked at the clear and clean night sky, "I can almost imagine what he would do if he took revenge on me."
"How?" Wei Ran asked absently.
"That bastard will definitely make the scene look extra weird."
The smile on Hugo's face grew bigger and bigger, "He definitely hopes that when others see the scene, they will wonder why they did this. Come with me!"
With that said, Hugo struggled to stand up, took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the sea, and walked quickly to the stern of the ship.
Returning here again, Hugo picked up the hands and feet he had chopped off, and then called on Wei Ran and Valoro for help. He used a wooden pole to pry open the mouth of the whale's head and stuffed the hands and feet inside, leaving only the
A small section - like four toothpicks.
Finally, he turned on the two sets of water pumps for cleaning the deck. Hugo fixed one of the water hoses on the bracket and allowed it to slowly wash the deck. The other was stuffed into the cabin, and then he lowered the last traffic boat.
"Let's go light the mosquito coils," Wei Ran said to Karan.
"I'm going to the captain's cabin!" Karan said, and was the first to run into the cabin, which was still filled with the smell of blood.
We returned to the engine room by familiar means, and after lighting the coil of mosquito coils on the fishing line, we did not forget to close the door when leaving the cabin.
When they returned to the deck again, Hugo, who was holding a submachine gun in his hand, and Karan, who was carrying a trench gun on his shoulder, were walking in their direction, and behind them, Valoro was squatting beside the whale's head.
, he had already used the Leica camera that Weiran bought for him for zero yuan to take his first photo as a photographer.
"It turns out it was taken by Valoro..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, walked up to Nagatsuka Joeji's mutilated torso, and took off the Nikon camera that the other party gave him. However, even the camera recorded the entire torture process and deliberately avoided the torturer.
Without even taking off the film, he hung it on a thigh held in the whale's mouth.
In the darkness, the four of them stepped on the ladder one by one and boarded the lowered traffic boat. They allowed Hugo to start the outboard motor and left the still slowly moving whaler amid the noise of the engine, heading straight for
the direction of the land.
"We should have taken a shower just now and then come down."
It wasn't until the whaling ship's flashing lights were left that Karan realized it in hindsight and said in annoyance, "You can only smell it when you are close. You all have a very strong smell of blood."
Hearing this, Hugo took out an American L-shaped flashlight from his belt and shined it on it, and said with the same annoyance, "You really should take a shower."
“You can also wash here”
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already opened his satchel and took out the Bakelite box containing the Japanese soap, "I brought the soap."
"Is there any mosquito-repellent incense?" Valoro asked jokingly, "Although there are no mosquitoes here, at least it can smell good."
"certainly"
As Wei Ran spoke, he took out the captured mosquito coil, lit a plate of mosquito coil and placed it on the suitcase between the four of them, along with the two stacked photo albums.
After temporarily turning off the outboard motor, except for Karan who was relatively clean, the other three people jumped into the cold sea water and used the only piece of soap to clean the blood stains on their bodies. Then they climbed onto the boat, took off their clothes and washed them together.
I washed my clothes, twisted them randomly and hung them to dry on the side of the boat.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Can't you put on some clothes?" Karan, who is responsible for operating the outboard motor, asked helplessly.
"More than ten years ago, we wore crotchless pants in the rainforest."
Hugo lay in the cabin and said nonchalantly, "We were all suffering from dysentery at that time, and we couldn't even wipe it while we were walking."
"I've heard you tell this disgusting story countless times at lunch," Karan said, rolling his eyes.
"Speaking of this"
Wei Ran snapped his fingers, opened his sailor bag, found the old military flag camera from inside, took off the film and said, "This is reporter Brody's camera. If you have a chance, help return it to him!"
"
"Then he will have to wait."
Hugo took the camera and put it together with the two photo albums on the suitcase, "Karan, Victor, let's go to Papua and hide in Waroro's tribe for a while! I'll let you try it out then.
Try wearing crotchless pants to feel slimmer while standing."
Using this disgusting topic, the four people on the boat chatted about their escape plan while diverting their attention.
When about one-third of the mosquito-repellent incense burned, they quietly docked in the dark night shrouded in clouds.
After unloading all the luggage, Hugo dug out a chisel and opened three holes in the bottom of the traffic boat. Then he started the outboard motor fixed at a good angle with a rope, allowing the boat, which had begun to leak, to sail back to the open sea.
, and he jumped into the sea like a fish and swam back to the shore.
Carrying large and small bags of luggage, they were walking forward. When they passed by a large trash can covered by street lights, Wei Ran also noticed at a glance that a collared tutu was curled up beside the trash can.
dog.
"Taro?"
As if he had a sudden flash of inspiration, Wei Ran tried to shout in Japanese, and the crouched dog immediately woke up and looked over, and at the same time, it subconsciously wagged its tail.
"It's really you..."
Wei Randi grunted and then shouted again. When the dog ran over tentatively, he took out his pistol and fired the trigger repeatedly at it.
"The return mission requires killing all the crew members, and naturally you are included."
Amid Wei Ran's muttering and Hugo and others' curses and exclamations, a strong white light enveloped everything he could see.
