That night, Wei Ran and Xia Shushi stayed with Mr. Jiang Ji's insistence.
After closing the door, Wei Ran quietly looked at this exceptionally clean and warm room.
On the hard single bed, the blue-checked cotton sheets were exceptionally smooth, and the quilt at the head of the bed was folded into tofu blocks that he couldn't bear to open.
There are two photo frames on the bedside cabinet. One of them shows a young man wearing a robe riding a motorcycle with a particularly bright smile. The other is a photo of the young man wearing a military uniform and saluting at the boundary marker.
There are some books on the desk not far away. There is no book on the bookshelf next to it. Instead, there is a basketball with Zangyu's name written on it, a football with the same name written on it, and
Objects such as badminton rackets, high school graduation photos, and guitars that seem to have been gathering dust for a long time.
After checking the room, Wei Ran closed the heavy curtains and put on rubber gloves. Without any mental barriers, he easily pried open the locked wardrobe in the room.
But when he saw what was inside, he couldn't help but be stunned.
In addition to several sets of blue-on-green physical fitness uniforms and a desert camouflage military coat, there is also a high school uniform with various Zang language blessings written on it, as well as a desert camouflage training uniform.
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However, unlike those cleanly washed school uniforms, fitness uniforms, and military coats, this set of training uniforms covered with transparent plastic bags has traces of oxidation and blackening of blood and various traces of blood remaining in many places.
Such damage.
Especially on the thigh, there is a hole that seems to have been penetrated by a sharp object. Around the hole, there are not only traces of being cut with scissors, but also a large amount of traces of dried and oxidized blood.
I gently opened the only drawer in the closet. There were even fewer things inside, only a bank card, a CD, and a sealed envelope.
There was no writing on the envelope, but there was a photo of Uncle Jiang's family pinned on it.
In this group photo, Mr. Jiang Ji is sitting in the middle, with Uncle Jiang and Aunt Yang Jin sitting on both sides of him. Behind the three of them are Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Jiang Maomao in military uniforms, each of them smiling especially
happy.
Gently separate the photo and the envelope with a gap. On the back of the photo, it is written in Zang language, "I love you as much as I love our motherland. I protect the border to protect you."
After pondering for a moment, he restored everything he had peeked into and quietly re-locked the closet door.
Sitting on the corner of the bed, Wei Ran silently took out the metal book and once again took out the negatives in the paper bag next to the latest page of photos.
"The film is easy to find, but where can I find the medicine jar?"
Wei Ran secretly had a headache. He had never thought about how to properly take out these negatives.
After thinking hard to no avail, he finally stuffed the negatives back and secretly decided to wait until Xia Shuseki's teacher came to meet him tomorrow, and then immediately planned a trip to the mountain castle to see if he could find a reasonable place to take out the film.
An excuse for negatives.
"I haven't looked at the pole yet." Wei Ran patted his forehead and took out the pole from the golden vortex.
Um...
When Wei Ran took out the pole and bamboo basket, he felt as if he had been hit with a sap, his head was dazed, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
At that moment, the Living Ancestor had already handed him the "Instructions for Use".
According to the rules of that crappy book, the two baskets carried by this pair of poles can be filled with any two things, but they can only be filled with two kinds of things. Even if you want to take out the things inside, you don't have to use food boxes.
That's so troublesome.
To give a simple example, suppose that these two bamboo baskets are filled with apples and pears respectively. Then, in the future, various varieties of apples and pears can be filled inside.
There are limitations. If you choose to put apples and pears, you will only be able to put apples and pears in it forever. Don’t even think about secretly stuffing a banana in it.
So what should be put in it? Unique products? Nerve agents? Or radioactive substances or viruses?
Wei Ran subconsciously thought of all kinds of dark and limitless things, but he became quiet when he looked up at the poles and bamboo baskets placed on the floor.
In the middle of the bamboo pole that was placed on the two bamboo baskets, a wooden gun case was firmly fixed with a belt. On top of the gun case, there were two leather magazines.
Even just looking at the tail exposed at the end of the gun box, he was sure that it contained a box gun that he had been thinking about for who knows how long.
Didn't you say that you would leave nothing for me...
Wei Ran muttered something vaguely, rubbed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the edge of the pole, opened the lid of the wooden gun box, and pulled out the brand new and shiny cannon.
This Mauser 712 with a speed machine is equipped with a 10-round magazine. On one side of the magazine well, the sentence "Long Live the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army" is particularly clearly engraved.
Engraved on the other side of the magazine well is a group photo he took with Squad Leader Liu and others on the grass. It was the first of 24 photos he took.
Gently touching the delicate carvings that looked like lines drawn by a pen, Wei Ran put them back into the gun case and turned to look at the two bamboo baskets.
These two bamboo baskets are extremely densely woven with a circle at the top and a circle at the bottom. The diameter of the basket mouth is about half a meter, and the height is probably less than half a meter. Each bamboo basket also has a Red Army bamboo hat as a lid.
I gently opened the bamboo hat on the bamboo basket on the left, and there was nothing inside.
He used his other hand to lift the bamboo hat on the right bamboo basket and leaned forward to take a look. Wei Ran couldn't help but trembled and quickly pulled the bamboo basket closer.
There is a large brown wide-mouth glass bottle in this basket. At the mouth of the bottle, a yellowed old photo and a card the size of a disposable lighter are tied with hemp rope.
Picking up this photo, he recognized it at a glance. What was captured in the picture was the little lama and Nurse Ji sitting side by side on the bank of a river.
One of the two people was holding a wooden stick in his hand and seemed to be writing something on the ground. The other was tilting his head, holding a notebook in one hand, and the fingers of the other hand in the air seemed to be making gestures.
Between the two people, there is a large glass medicine bottle on the ground. Behind the two people, there are undulating loess mountains and vaguely visible cave dwellings.
Turn it over to the back, and there are several vigorous and powerful black pen characters written on it - "In the winter of the 25th year of the Republic of China, by the Hulu River."
Looking at the card again, there is a set of gilded coordinates on it.
After a moment's hesitation, he untied the hemp rope, put all the cards and photos into his pocket, and then carefully picked up the glass bottle and pointed it at the overhead light.
He could clearly see through the light that there were actually two rolls of film and a few sheets folded in half in the glass bottle, which looked like letter paper.
In addition to these items, he also found a box of matches and a handful of what appeared to be hay.
Do you want to open it?
Wei Ran hesitated when he looked at the severely oxidized bakelite cover of the glass bottle. In the end, he suppressed his curiosity and took out the food box and put the glass bottle and the photo he had just removed.
As for what should be put in those two bamboo baskets, I am not in a hurry to make a decision at the moment.
Wei Ran took out his spare cell phone from the food box, opened the satellite map, and entered the coordinates on the card.
"More than seven hundred kilometers?"
After Wei Ran saw the search results on the screen, he subconsciously searched for the distance between this location and the mountain castle.
This time, the distance shown on the page is still 2670 highway distance.
Just at this time, someone knocked on the door from outside. Wei Ran quickly collected the food box and pole, then opened the door and saw Xia Shushi standing outside.
"Shhh"
Xia Shushi, who had a towel around his neck and wet hair, made a gesture and walked into the room. He waited until Wei Ran closed the door before asking, "How are you going to find me?"
"How to find what?" Wei Ran asked absently.
"What else could it be?"
Xia Shushi said angrily, "But you boasted about Haikou in front of Mr. Jiang, where are you going to find those two rolls of film now?"
"It must be a mountain castle."
Wei Ran replied matter-of-factly, "We now know very clearly that... the old man belongs to the Red Second Front Army and participated in the Battle of Mountain Castle. At that time, he lost the camera and film he borrowed from the chieftain, and also lost the camera and film he borrowed from the chieftain.
After he came out of the grassland, he was first placed in the cooking class."
"What's the use of knowing all this?" Xia Shushi asked angrily.
"Of course it works"
Wei Ran pretended to be confident and said, "As soon as possible, help me find the information on the Second Red Front Army's participation in the Battle of Mountain Castle, especially the information on logistics mobilization and troop assembly."
"Do you have any ideas?" Xia Shushi asked while wiping his hair.
"The old man was still in the cooking class at that time."
Wei Ran became more confident at this time, "That was a victory. In other words, it is basically impossible for the cooking squad to go to the battlefield, especially the new recruits of the cooking squad who have just joined the Red Army. It is even less likely to go to the battlefield."
"Continue talking" Xia Shushi became interested.
"Even if he goes to the battlefield, he may have a reason to bring a camera, but there is absolutely no reason to bring a glass bottle with film. Does this make sense?" Wei Ran asked more clearly.
"That makes sense, continue."
Xia Shushi agreed noncommittally. He wanted to see what was different about this scumbag who was surrounded by women. We were all historians.
"Since it's impossible to go to the battlefield, we can only stay in the rear area."
Wei Ran asked a question slowly, "For a new recruit, when is the most likely time to lose track of everything?"
"War...isn't it right? The troops are about to move out?" Xia Shushi reacted very quickly and followed Wei Ran's train of thought.
"I'm afraid that's the only way it can be." Wei Ran thought for a moment and then added, "I guess that thing might have ended up at the fellow villager's house."
"Not too possible"
Xia Shushi had a different view at this time, "That place is now a red education base. If anyone had such precious old objects, they would have taken them out 50 years ago."
"He was in the cooking class"
Wei Ran was persuasive and said that after all, he was a historian with a major in war history. If nothing else, his storytelling ability was online after all.
"A place to cook?" Xia Shushi responded immediately.
"New to the cooking class"
Wei Ran reminded, "Besides, he is from the Zang tribe, so you can't expect him to be in charge, right?"
"Can you finish what you said in one go?" Xia Shushi completely lost his patience.
"A new recruit who was just assigned to the cooking class, I guess he was assigned to the cooking class because of malnutrition.
Not only is it convenient to open a small stove for him to replenish his body, but there are also people he knows."
Wei Ran paused and continued, "In the cooking class, since you don't have a spoon, your job is just fetching water and cutting firewood."
"You mean he lost it while fetching water and cutting firewood?"
"These are just speculations"
Wei Ran changed the subject and said, "You still have to go and see it on the spot. At least go to the mountain castle. As for the search for information and documents, it's up to you."
"I'll try my best to help you find it."
Xia Shushi obviously didn't have high expectations for this, and said with a hint of reproach, "Mr. Jiang is so old, and you are so reckless in telling big lies. If you can't find it in the end, then the old man will inevitably be disappointed.
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“Just look for it and you’ll find out.”
Wei Ran mumbled noncommittally, then changed the subject and asked, "What are the plans for tomorrow?"
"I just contacted the teacher"
Xia Shushi finally replied, "What he means is that after coming over to meet with the Jiang family tomorrow, he wants to first see what Mr. Jiang showed us today.
Then we’ll talk to the other party, and after getting their family’s thoughts, decide whether to report the matter publicly.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "In this case, I plan to leave early tomorrow morning." Wei Ran said suddenly.
"So urgent?"
Xia Shushi, who was about to leave, stopped and said, "Do you have any clues?"
"If I have a clue, there's no need to worry."
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "As I said, I want to go to the mountain castle to have a look first. Maybe there can be any clues there."
"go by yourself?"
"You going with me?"
"I'm not going, this is the main point." After Xia Shushi finished speaking, he finally opened the door and walked out.
After closing the door, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. He was already thinking about who took the photo he just got from the bamboo basket, and most importantly, whether this photo would be widely circulated in the world.
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No matter what, let's go to the coordinate point first...
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and finally got in the mood to pick up a brand new set of toiletries that Uncle Jiang helped prepare, opened the door again and walked into the bathroom.
That night, all kinds of teasing about Wei Ran even reached Suisui's ears, but the teasing was more of envy and jealousy than the malicious ones. Both she and the Katenka sisters paid keen attention.
arrive.
In addition to these ridicules, there seem to be more and more positive comments about Wei Ran and Uncle Jiang on the Internet.
In the capital, in a small villa outside the Fifth Ring Road, Qin II proudly weighed his mobile phone, "Isn't it just to get good reviews? It's hard to say? Even if he is replaced by Liu Xia Huidu..."
“It’s never too careful to be too careful”
An old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, and whose appearance was 70-80% similar to Qin II, or Qin II was 70-80% similar to him, looked at the drizzle outside the window and reminded, "Too much will be harmful if it is not enough."
That friend of yours."
"I know, I know"
Qin Er said perfunctorily, "You came to me just to ask me to buy a navy to give my friends good reviews?"
"It's rare for you to make a good friend."
The old man walked out and said, "When the things over there are over, invite your friends to come home for a meal."
After a long silence, Qin Er reluctantly nodded, "I'll think about it."
Hearing this, the old man facing the floor-to-ceiling window also smiled and said, "It's a family dinner."
"Okay" Qin Er responded vaguely, and the living room of the villa once again fell into a slightly awkward silence.
