Chapter 1179 of the Notes of a War Photographer: The Thief's Thoughts When Wei Ran drove the car into the courtyard of his grandma's house amidst the loud sound of gongs and drums, he found that not only were the four elderly people from the two families not there, but also Wei Ran's parents
He wasn't there either, and the only one left to look after the house was the crooked pug that was wagging its tail and circling around people.
Without even waiting for the car to stop, Suisui and Kouko opened the car door in no particular order, and each took the Katenka sisters, the Indian housekeeper Tantu and the new follower Lu Xinda, and left the yard while chatting and ran away.
Heading towards the bustling stage across the road.
Pulling on the handbrake and extinguishing the engine, Wei Ran took out the stove from the metal book and lit it, then put it into the inner pocket of his down jacket. Then he opened the car door and sent the girls' luggage into the room, and then left the house and walked to the opposite side.
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For the young people of their generation, it really doesn't arouse much interest in what kind of stories are hidden in the lyrics of those big-faced and little-faced people on the far stage.
Even because this rural grass-stage troupe is too amateurish, the lyrics contain some accents and mistakes, so sometimes it is a bit troublesome to hear what is being sung a cappella.
But even so, this rare entertainment activity still aroused the interest of most villagers, and also attracted the attention of foreigners such as the Katenka sisters and Koko.
"It seems that the two grandpas are also singing on the stage?" Suisui waited for Wei Ran to catch up and said in her ear, "I heard what Aunt Seven said."
"How many days have you been singing?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"It seems to be the third day. I went to the town to sing two days ago."
Suisui raised her finger and pointed in the direction, "I saw my mother just now. She said that my grandpa will go to the next village to sing tomorrow."
"They're back?"
Wei Ran looked in the direction of Suisui, only to find that his aunt Zhou Shujin and Professor Alexey were chatting with his parents over a chessboard table, eating melon seeds, and there was a large teapot and
Two thermoses.
Speaking of which, the aunt and the professor came back before the New Year, but according to grandma, the couple went south to play not long after they came back.
"came back"
Suisui explained helplessly, "They arrived home less than two hours earlier than us. They seemed to have gone to celebrate the 30th anniversary of our acquaintance."
"No wonder I came back at this time."
Wei Ran smiled and shook his head. Although the professor was unreliable as a drunkard, his sense of ritual in such matters was much stronger than that of his father.
This is the only advantage, and probably the only thing that my aunt can't fault the professor for.
Likewise, this is the only dissatisfaction between Wei Ran's mother and Comrade Lao Wei - Wei Ran's father can't even remember when his wedding anniversary is.
Just when Wei Ran and Suisui were hiding behind some beautiful girls and arranging their parents, Wei Ran's father stood up and after looking around for a while, he walked over with his mobile phone.
"Wei Ran, look for your phone number." Comrade Lao Wei said, having already handed his cell phone to Wei Ran.
"Looking for my phone number?"
Wei Ran took the phone from his father's hand in confusion, "Why did the number I called you get to you?"
"How would I know?"
As Comrade Lao Wei spoke, he gave some of the fried peanuts in his hand to Suisui, who greeted him, and with a smile asked about how the fun was going these days.
Seeing this, Wei Ran simply walked a few steps away, and at the same time said to his mobile phone, "I am Wei Ran, who are you?"
"Hello Comrade Wei Ran"
The person on the other end of the phone immediately said, "We are the Jinmen Heping District Public Security Bureau. There is a theft case here and we need your help in investigating it."
"Done!"
When Wei Ran heard this, his heart sank immediately. He was naturally not involved in any theft cases, but he immediately thought of the basement of that small dilapidated building!
It's not surprising that the other party called his father. When the small building was transferred to his name, Wei Ran left his father's phone number. After all, he was usually not in the country, so it was useless to leave his own phone number.
Pointless.
"Comrade Wei Ran? Are you listening?" the policeman on the other end of the phone urged.
"Yes, I'm listening." Wei Ran responded immediately, and walked quickly back to the yard of his grandma's house, got into the car and closed the door, blocking out the noisy gongs and drums outside.
Through the introduction of the police uncle who claimed to be surnamed Zhao, Wei Ran also roughly figured out the cause and effect.
To put it simply, a five-person burglary gang broke into the small dilapidated building last night and opened the entrance to the basement.
What reassured Wei Ran was that just as the gang was digging into the basement with electric picks, they were complained about disturbing residents due to construction work late at night.
Although the police officer did not mention which rich man living nearby called the police to complain about the construction disturbing the residents, it did not delay the police officer at all in catching these bad guys.
This overnight interrogation not only revealed the truth about the theft gang, but the police also found a full van full of replica cultural relics stolen from several other small western-style buildings on the street that were considered former residences of celebrities.
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When the policeman contacted Wei Ran, it was natural that he wanted him to go there as soon as possible to check whether anything was missing in that building.
Wei Ran, who left Officer Zhao's contact information and hung up the phone, couldn't sit still.
Fortunately, according to what the other party meant, neither the theft gang nor the police seemed to have discovered the hidden basement. But even so, Wei Ran still tensed up his nerves.
How about we just use this matter to deal with it? No, no, no, before that, we have to figure out what happened in that small building anyway.
Thinking of this, Wei Ran pushed the door open and got out of the car and ran out of the yard. He found his parents, the professor's aunt and others sitting at the chessboard table and said hello to each other. While returning the phone, he explained what happened, and by the way,
Dad wants the four-ring car key in his hand.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Do you want me to go with you?" Suisui, who came over halfway, asked immediately after hearing Wei Ran's explanation.
"Need not"
Wei Ran waved his hand, "I'll just make a trip by myself. If I don't come back tonight, I can come back tomorrow morning. You can stay and entertain Kou Kou."
This was undoubtedly a good excuse, and Suisui could only nod her head in agreement.
"My good nephew, how about I go with you?" Professor Alexei and Wei Ran asked, shoulder to shoulder.
"Looking for a drink somewhere by the way?" Wei Ran asked the other party with a smile.
"You stay, you are not allowed to go anywhere!" Before Professor Alexei had time to speak, Zhou Shujin made the decision for him without any doubt.
“Slow down on the road”
Comrade Lao Wei was particularly relieved about Wei Ran, and just said in a show-off manner, "Suisui bought my car with money, so please drive carefully."
Ignoring the bickering between his father and his cheap father-in-law, Wei Ran whispered a few words into Suisui's ear, then quickly ran into the yard, went back to the room, picked up the simple wooden box radio, and drove
Dad’s car left the yard and started a long journey again.
It took more than two hours to reach the door of the small dilapidated building again. Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. At this time, the rusty small iron door was only ajar, and there was only a signature pinned on the lock bolt.
Just a pen.
Pulling out his signature pen and pushing open the iron door, Wei Ran drove the car in and walked around the small broken building. He saw that the window he had built haphazardly had not been dismantled, and there was nothing in the rest of the place.
Damaged, he walked into the room with a strong flashlight.
Naturally, there was nothing to throw away in this rough house, and there was no need to check it at all, so he walked directly into the storage room and saw at a glance the basement entrance that had been smashed open and broken bricks scattered throughout the room.
Walking into the semi-basement room again along the dismantled entrance to the basement, Wei Ran saw at a glance a printing press that had been stripped of several parts.
Looking at the bricks scattered on the steps and the basement illuminated by lights, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, although the suitcase-shaped mimeograph machines were gone, and although the iron cabinets placed around the load-bearing columns had all been opened, the hidden entrance to the basement was still blocked by the iron cabinets he had moved there.
He moved the cabinet away little by little. The wall that he had smoothed with cement was still flat and almost solidified. Obviously, the thief from last night did not notice this place.
As the saying goes, if you're not afraid of thieves, you're afraid of them missing you. With the Chinese New Year coming up in two or three days, we can't guard those things here.
Can't you just let me spend the New Year in peace?
Wei Ran muttered helplessly, moved the cabinet back to its original place to block the wall, then turned around and walked to a dusty desk, hung the flashlight on the desk lamp, took out the food box and hid it in the desk.
Two small pistols were taken out.
He held a gun in one hand and looked around. After some thought, he threw the Japs Type 26 revolver back into the food box - he didn't want to become a Japs.
After putting away the food box, Wei Ran placed the remaining small Browning pistol on the table, and then took out the metal book with great anticipation.
Under his gaze, the metal book slowly turned to the latest page, and the quill slowly floated up, and began to draw on the light yellow paper.
Under the beam of the flashlight, a delicate little pistol gradually appeared on the page.
However, the pistol was held by a small hand and rested on one leg, one protruding from the slit of the cheongsam, as if wearing stockings.
Finally, when the picture was completed, what he saw was a beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam, sitting side by side on the sofa, with a Browning pistol resting on her lap.
This woman held a small pistol against her thigh in one hand and a cigarette in the other, but her beautiful face was full of contempt and arrogance.
