The white light faded, and Wei Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar surroundings. But then, before he looked at the metal book on the table in front of him, he was the first to notice something strange on his neck - something was wrong.
Cool and a bit heavy.
Subconsciously lowering his head, he raised his eyebrows.
At this time, around his neck, not only was a necklace strung with the beaks of a Bird of Paradise hanging, but there was also the first-generation Nikon camera that originally belonged to Nagatsuka Joeji!
Without even having time to take a closer look, he noticed that the metal book started to flip forward with a shudder, and finally stopped at the distant page 12, the page with the Junior Jingguan Medal and the Anti-Japanese Sword.
Under his gaze, the teacup-sized picture drawn on this page gradually added more heads. Not only did the grave mound piled up with human heads become larger, but there was also a pool of blood that vaguely reflected something.
, even the anti-Japanese broadsword stuck directly above the grave mound looked like it had just been fished out of bloody water, with a string of blood beads about to drip down the blade.
When the pattern stopped changing, the line of words under the pattern also became dull and finally disappeared, and the quill pen also wrote a new line of words - Intermediate Jingguan Medal: Awarded for the use of cold weapons
Defenders who have killed more than 50 invaders in total.
"More than 50?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, but there was no look of surprise on his face.
Under his gaze, the red whirlpool containing the anti-Japanese sword on this page only flickered slightly, and then he turned back to the latest page. The metal quill, as if nothing had happened, was on that page.
Lines of text were written underneath the photos taken by Valoro:
blood stained lens
Hugo Spencer, during the Battle of Kokoda Trail in 1942, led the indigenous soldiers and militiamen to complete many reconnaissance and patrol missions during the battle. In October of the same year, he was injured in the battle and went to an indigenous camp to recuperate.
He served as a native language translator until the end of the war, during which he received many honors and awards.
After World War II, due to the discriminatory treatment of his friend Valoro, he gave up all the honors and military positions he gained in the war, and took his indigenous friend Valoro to sea to serve as a sailor on an ocean-going fishing vessel, and to search for the traces of his missing friend Hannibal Simpson.
In 1953, at the invitation of his old friend Captain Damon, he and his friends Valoro and Callan Simpson joined the ocean-going general cargo ship Damon and served as first mate.
In early October 1957, he voluntarily resigned due to a fight and injuries. The next day, Karan accidentally killed someone and to avoid trouble, he temporarily joined the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship to go to sea.
On October 9, 1957, after discovering photos of many comrades who were murdered by Captain Nagatsuka Maru during World War II, they took revenge that night. The three of them killed the entire crew of Nagatsuka Maru and fled overnight to seek refuge among the indigenous tribes in the Papua territory.
During this period, Hugo suffered severe psychological trauma. Later, he accidentally discovered the secret in the album and decided to launch a long-term investigation.
On December 20, 1965, Hugo Spencer teamed up with Callan and his friend Brody, the editor of the Sydney Morning News, to publish fake news in an attempt to draw out his enemies.
On the 22nd of the same month, Hugo Spencer died in a drunk driving accident.
"Is it really an accident?"
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows and continued to look down.
Warolo, served as the first male chief of an indigenous tribe due to his bravery during the Battle of Kokoda Trail in 1942.
After World War II, due to the suppression of the White Australia Policy, he did not receive any honors or preferential treatment. At the invitation of his friend Hugo, he went to sea to serve as a sailor on an ocean-going fishing vessel.
In 1953, he joined the ocean-going general cargo ship Damon and served as chief cook.
In early October 1957, he was fired for fighting and injuring someone. The next day, his friend Karan accidentally killed someone, so he temporarily joined the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship to go to sea to avoid trouble.
On October 9, 1957, he assisted his friends Hugo and Karan in revenge. The three of them killed the entire crew of the Nagatsuka Maru and escaped overnight to return to the tribe to avoid disaster.
In August 1958, Yu Laicheng opened the "Bird of Paradise Photo Studio" and served as a photographer.
In 1963, he joined The Courier and Mail as a dispatched photographer.
On November 10, 1965, while filming a demonstration in Makassar, he was hacked to death by thugs to protect Chinese children who were being persecuted. Unfortunately, he did not leave any heirs.
Seeing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but clenched his fists, but the metal quill continued to write without any pause:
Callan Simpson joined the Damon ocean-going general cargo ship in 1953 as a deckhand.
In early October 1957, he was fired for fighting and injuring others. The next day, he accidentally killed someone and to avoid trouble, he temporarily joined the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship to go to sea.
On the 9th of the same month, after discovering the photos of his missing brother who was tortured and killed by Captain Nagatsuka Maru during World War II, he took revenge that night and fled to the indigenous tribes in Papua territory to avoid disaster.
In 1959, he returned to Brisbane and inherited his family farm.
In December 1965, due to the accidental deaths of his friends Hugo, Valoro and Brody, he and Hugo's only son Chris decided to hide the photo album and hibernate.
On the night of August 8, 2015, he passed away in his sleep, leaving his only son Hannibal Simpson alive.
As Wei Ran sighed, the metal quill did not stop. Instead, he started another line and wrote:
Since joining the army in 1936, the war criminal Nagatsuka Joeji has traveled to many battlefields as a military reporter, and has repeatedly participated in the massacre of prisoners of war, torture of civilians and other crimes against humanity.
On August 13, 1945, together with several war criminals, he fled the battlefield and fled to Brazil on the pretext of filming interviews in an attempt to escape post-defeat trial.
In February 1946, Nagatsuka received Brazilian citizenship.
In the winter of 1947, under the guise of a sailor, he returned to the seafarer to search for his wife and children, but failed, so he served as a seaman on a cargo ship in Brazil.
In September 1956, with the funding of war criminals Sakurada Mamoru, Miyano Ichiro, and Uchiyama Yasuaki who had escaped trial, they purchased a scrapped submarine destroyer and entered the whaling industry. In June of the following year, they officially recruited more than 30 war criminals.
Carry out whaling activities.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! On October 9, 1957, all war criminals including Nagatsuka Joe were killed and dumped by Hugo Spencer, and the Nagatsuka Maru whaling ship also
It was set on fire, causing the captain's room, command room and other cabins to be completely burned. The engine room was blown up by a time bomb. Before the maritime patrol tried to tow it to Brisbane Port, it capsized due to a secondary explosion in the engine room and water leakage.
Because Australia followed the White Australia Policy, the incident was not taken seriously. In order to avoid international disputes, the location where the whaling ship was discovered was changed to the high seas, and a symbolic search for the missing seafarers was launched.
At this point, the metal quill paused for a moment, and then wrote in another line, "Only by upholding justice and objectivity can a photographer avoid staining the lens with blood."
After this line of warning, the page slowly turned to the back, and the metal quill also wrote under the slowly rotating red vortex, "This is a gift from the photographer, and it is what the photographer deserves."
The spoils of war.”
However, when Wei Ran subconsciously reached out to take out the things in the whirlpool and take a look, the metal quill actually moved to a new page and was drawing something.
After a while, a picture the size of a teacup gradually appeared on the page.
The background of this picture is the moment when the fin whale leaped out of the sea, which was captured by Weixian. However, the protagonist in the center of the picture is a particularly beautiful-looking bird, which is holding a huge and complete human figure with its talons.
An illustration of a thoracic skeleton flying over the sea.
On the inside of the chest surrounded by white ribs, like wind chimes, there are oval-shaped objects that seem to move with the wind and knock on the ribs.
Although the picture was not too big, Wei Ran could still tell at a glance that those flakes were the soldier cards issued by the Japanese during World War II. When he killed the sailors of the whaling ship, he even counted them.
Those metal pieces were collected from the corpses.
As for the beautiful bird holding the skeleton and fluttering its wings, he recognized it at a glance. It was a blue bird of paradise - he had seen it on Lu Xinda's mobile phone desktop. The little girl even had a blue bird of paradise.
of feathers.
Before he came to his senses, the metal quill pen had already written the words "Martial Army Bell: To commemorate hundreds of enemy kills in a single battlefield." under the picture.
"Killed over a hundred enemies? Killed so many?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and his mind was subconsciously recalling where these hundreds of enemies came from.
Could it be those booby traps that were set up? There were also many killed during the initial ambush, and there must have been those killed during machine gun fire. Did those sailors also count?
Is this enough for 100 people? Is it enough?
While Wei Ran Didi Gugu was thinking secretly, a slowly rotating red vortex also appeared under the so-called "Martial Army Bell" commemorative medal.
However, this time, without waiting for Wei Ran to reach out, the metal quill fell on the table, but the page automatically turned to the page with the gas mask bag without any wind.
Watching the blue vortex on this page flash for a moment and then disappearing, Wei Ran continued to wait for a while until the metal book stopped acting like a monster, and then he immediately took out the gas mask bag.
"Ah..."
While opening the canvas bag, Wei Ran could see at a glance that there was a mosquito-repellent incense tube made of white copper inside. Under the mosquito-repellent incense tube, there was a bakelite box containing soap. But correspondingly, there was also a box inside the bag.
Missing is the can with jasmine seeds.
"I should have planted all those seeds earlier..."
Wei Ran sighed with regret, stretched out his hand to pull out the mosquito coil, opened it, poured out the mosquito coil filled with it, and then took out the lime cloth pad used to prevent moisture. Unfortunately, there were not those two pieces under the pad.
Thick round gold plate.
Increasingly disappointed, Wei Ran restored the mosquito coil to its original state, and then opened the bakelite box and smelled it. The pale pink soap inside had a slightly strong cherry blossom smell, which was not unpleasant, but it was
It inevitably made him a little disgusted.
After all, thunder, rain and dew were all God's blessings. Wei Ran returned the soap box and mosquito repellent incense tube to his satchel. After checking, he found that there was no more of the tube of film he cared about most, so he couldn't hide his disappointment and put it away.
I couldn't wait to take out the anti-Japanese sword.
This anti-Japanese sword does not seem to have any major changes, except that there is an oval-shaped Japanese soldier card embedded on both sides of the handle.
I don’t know if there are any extra bonuses for killing Japanese soldiers...
Wei Ran took it back while muttering to himself, and then took out the thing in the red swirl under the "Martial Army Bell" medal.
"That's not bad..." Wei Ran looked at the Yinsaka 37 trench shotgun in his hand and muttered with satisfaction.
This gun is exactly the same as the one I used on the ship, and the one on the table in front of me. The only difference between them is that the production mark on the one in my hand has been erased, and the magazine and gun have been removed.
The chamber was already filled with brass shells.
Putting away the shotgun, Wei Ran, who had no expectations, casually took out the object from the red vortex that first appeared.
Just like what is written under the red swirl, this is a gift from the photographer, and this is also the trophy that the photographer deserves.
What was placed in this whirlpool was indeed the Nikon SP camera equipped with a large-eye lens that Nagatsuka Joeji had given to him.
After some fiddling with it, he soon noticed that the camera seemed to contain a tube of film that had not yet been rewinded.
Secretly glad that he did not open the back cover of the camera rashly, Wei Ran finished rewinding the film first, and then directly took it back into the metal book.
After all, this is not Kazan, so even if the film is taken out, it may not be immediately developed into visible negatives. In this case, it would be safer to store it in a metal book first.
After reading everything that needed to be seen, he also focused on the object hanging around his neck.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Thanks to the unexpected discovery just now, Wei Ran first took off the now extremely expensive Nikon first-generation camera from his neck.
After careful inspection, this camera also contained a tube of film that had been rewinded. He fumbled to open the back cover, and a smile immediately appeared on Wei Ran's face.
Just by looking at the Japanese markings on the film canister, he recognized it at a glance. These were the negatives of those burnt photos, and they were the evidence of Nagatsuka Joeji and those nuclear recruiters who abused American female pilots!
The sky has eyes!
Wei Ran sighed lightly and simply took out the food box and put the tube of film in his hand together with the now extremely expensive camera.
Finally, when he took off the necklace made of Bird of Paradise beaks hanging around his neck, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Before entering that period of history, he did not know the existence of the indigenous soldier Valoro, and even Hannibal Simpson never mentioned the existence of Valoro.
He never expected that the taciturn soldier would die in another massacre.
Fate?
Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand, and inexplicably thought of the sentence he had just written on the notebook with a metal quill pen - "Only when photographers uphold justice and objectivity can the lens not be stained with blood."
At that time, he risked his life to save the child, probably because he was upholding the justice in his heart...
While muttering to himself, Wei Ran hung the necklace with patina and memories around his neck again.
Carrying the shotgun, Owen submachine gun and half of the samurai sword on the table, he went down to the first floor. After putting them back in place, Wei Ran walked into the bathroom with a tired body and a vague smell of blood, and stood there.
The non-existent blood stains and real fatigue were carefully washed away under the shower head.
