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Under the ruins of the clinic shrouded in gunpowder smoke and gunfire, in the basement that could collapse at any time, Marco stood up unsteadily after being shot, and staggered to Wei Ran.
When he raised his drooped head, what was revealed was a terrifying flesh ball packed together with countless rotten poisonous snakes, rats, and maggots. Before he could react, Marco stretched out his hand, which was also covered with maggots.
It stabbed into his chest.
"ah!"
Wei Ran woke up from the nightmare with a loud cry, and then saw the startled Ji Ma leaning his entire upper body against the door of the cab. The egg tart he had just taken out from the paper bag in the former's arms was even more so.
It was buckled on the gear lever impartially, as if wearing a small hat.
"Are you going to scare me to death?" Wei Ran and Jima complained in unison.
"Crazy" they both cursed in unison again.
"Get off the car, we're at the hotel."
Ji Ma was too lazy to argue, picked up the egg tart on the gear lever and threw it directly into the rear compartment, then opened the door and jumped out with lingering fear.
Wei Ran, who was still in the car, calmed down, then opened the car door, carrying a paper bag that was already mostly empty, and followed Jima into the hotel.
"Are you okay?" Jima finally asked in the elevator going up.
"What could be the matter?" Wei Ran handed the paper bag containing the egg tarts to Jima, "It was just a nightmare."
"Would you like to find a beautiful witch to do your divination at night?" Ji Ma took the paper bag and asked with a wink.
"Forget about the pretty witch, do you have any cigarettes?" Wei Ran asked before the elevator door opened.
"I remember you don't smoke?" Although Jima said this, he still took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran along with the lighter.
"There's nothing going on these two days. You can go wherever you want to go. But don't drink and don't cause trouble. Wait for my call anytime." Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already walked out of the elevator and got into his room. Only Ji Ma was left.
Looking at his back in confusion.
After returning to the room and locking the door, Wei Ran sat down against the door, took out a crumpled cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, then choked and coughed.
After reluctantly finishing a cigarette, Wei Ran, whose face turned red from choking, stood up dizzy, then took out his cell phone and dialed Professor Alexei.
"Why did you think of calling me, you bastard?" As soon as the call was connected, Professor Alexei's loud and angry voice came from the receiver.
"The investigation with those two knives is almost done," Wei Ran said as he put out his cigarette butt and sat on the sofa.
"What did you find?" Professor Alexei immediately became interested.
“It’s hard to say yet”
Wei Ran answered ambiguously, "I'm in Kiev now. Ask the middleman. If it's convenient, ask the Jew to call me. There are some things I must communicate with him directly."
"Are you going to Kiev? Pay attention to your safety. I will call the intermediary now, please keep the phone open." Professor Alexey ordered, and hung up the phone without waiting for Wei Ran to say anything.
Taking advantage of the other party's contact, Wei Ran searched on the shopping website and randomly selected the simplest-looking Chinese musical instrument and placed an order. Then he stretched his body, leaned against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.
When he was almost asleep again, the clear and melodious ring tone of his cell phone suddenly rang, and he instantly regained consciousness. After rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran pressed the answer and hands-free buttons.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" the person on the other end of the phone asked directly without any foreshadowing, his steady bass voice carrying the usual composure of a superior person.
"I want to know your relationship with Mr. Mario first," Wei Ran asked equally straightforwardly.
"He is my father." After hearing this answer, Wei Ran asked quickly, "In addition, I also need to know your mother's name."
The other party was silent for a moment, and then replied, "Maura"
Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask, "Have you ever heard of Mr. Ivan from your father or mother? Mr. Ivan with one leg."
"Have you found Mr. Ivan? He is still alive?!" The originally calm tone on the other end of the phone finally changed, "Tell me, where is he!"
“Come to Kiev”
Wei Ran sighed, "Mr. Ivan passed away in 1988. If you are willing to meet his descendants and read about your father's experience in his memoirs, come to Kiev."
"I'll get there as quickly as possible!" The man on the other end of the phone said this, but he didn't hang up the phone in a hurry. Instead, after a moment of silence, he asked, "Young people, how are they doing?"
"It's not very good," Wei Ran said truthfully.
"Is there anything else you need me to answer?" the person on the other end of the phone asked proactively.
Wei Ran thought for a while, "What should I call you?"
"Hans"
Wei Ran was stunned when he heard this, and then he smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Hans, let's meet in Kiev."
"See you in Kiev." Hans on the other end of the phone responded to Wei Ran expectantly before hanging up the phone.
"Hans... is a good name." Wei Ran threw the phone aside and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. He couldn't help but think of his "idiot" dad again.
Time flew by. Early that morning, at Wei Ran's suggestion, Jima rented an 80%-new Mercedes Benz through the beautiful girl who had been discussing biology in his room for the past two days.
I put on the suit I had prepared in advance and took Wei Ran to the airport.
After waiting at the airport pick-up port for nearly an hour, a thin, silver-haired old man walked out with a large family of men, women and children, as well as a few accompanying men and women in suits.
Waving from a distance to Wei Ran and Ji Ma, who was holding a pick-up sign, the old man reached out and asked in German, "Who is Victor?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Hello, Mr. Hans..." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party and replied in German, "I am Victor."
"Your German and investigation speed are far beyond my expectations. Can you tell me about the investigation process?" Hans didn't let go of Wei Ran's hand at all, and asked impatiently as he walked out.
"Of course, we can chat slowly in the car."
Wei Ran, whose eyes were bloodshot, waved to Ji Ma, who quickly threw the pick-up sign into the trash can and led everyone out of the airport, "But I didn't expect so many of you to come back, so..."
"It doesn't matter, we have prepared the car in advance." Hans also waved behind him, and immediately a man in a suit came out and led everyone into the parking lot with Jima.
"Let's make our car." Hans said without explanation, pulling Wei Ran into a commercial van they rented, and drove the rest of the people who came with him into several other vehicles, leaving only one
He has a long head and a thick head, a little guy who is somewhat similar to Mario back in the day.
Led by the car driven by Jima, the convoy slowly drove out of the parking lot and headed straight for the dessert shop.
In the car that was driving smoothly, Wei Ran took a copy of Ivan's memoir manuscript, along with the two Youth League knives and the Patriotic War Medal 2nd Class that were consigned with him, as well as a piece of paper with the honors and medal numbers written in German.
He took out the white paper and handed it to Hans, "I started my investigation from the Soviet Patriotic War Medal II provided by you. According to the original owner of this medal, Mikhail, I found out who was with him in
Several comrades fought in Berlin, and finally locked Mr. Ivan."
Hearing this, Hans sighed, "When I was very young, I heard my father say that we had a friend in the Soviet Union. Unfortunately, after the Berlin Wall was built, we completely lost contact. Victor said
Tell me how you found him? And how did you find this memoir?"
"This is the most difficult part of the entire investigation."
Wei Ran smiled bitterly and sighed, and came up with the excuse he had thought up in advance, "In order to find Mr. Ivan, I checked a lot of archives from the Soviet era, and finally found the current address. As for this manuscript, it was in 1988
On April 20th, Mr. Ivan disappeared after a home invasion that claimed his life. It was a complete accident that he was found."
It was so ambiguous, it seemed like it was not said, but it implicitly expressed the complexity of the whole process. Hans didn't care, but took out a pair of exquisitely made reading glasses from his coat pocket and put them on, one word
A word-for-word careful reading of the memoir manuscript's record of what happened during and after the Battle of Berlin.
It wasn't until the car passed by the huge cemetery that Hans carefully sorted out the memoirs he had read, and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that my father turned out to be a member of the Crispy Youth League.
He and my mother never told us about the matter. Even Mr. Ivan, I always thought he was a foreign relative of my mother."
"Your father, Mr. Mario, and your mother, Ms. Mora, they must have lived a happy life in their later years, right?" Wei Ran couldn't help but think of the little man with an injured butt in the basement that sheltered everyone.
The child and the little Jewish girl who survived.
"Just like what this memoir says"
Hans said with a smile, "I still remember clearly that when I was a child, my mother often said that my father was her trophy, and until my mother passed away, she always called my father a fool.
.Presumably this is why they never mentioned to us what happened in that basement at the end of the war."
Wei Ran couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He could even imagine the happy expression on the old Mario's face when he was called a fool by Mora, who was also getting older.
Hans shook the copy of the memoir manuscript in his hand and said, "Victor, are you interested in going to Berlin with me to see what the clinic mentioned in this memoir looks like now?"
