At Kazan Airport, the fat chef Yashar was bid farewell by Wei Ran and others, and took the two notebooks left by his grandfather and the first-class ticket Wei Ran bought for him, and boarded the flight to China alone.
This is already his fourth day in Kazan. During these four days, Yashar not only got a photo opportunity with "Star Dima Arakh" and his autograph, but he was also promised that when he finished
During my trip to China, I would go to his barbecue restaurant with "Mr. Victor".
The promises he received in Kazan did not stop there. Wei Ran also promised him that he would seriously consider the possibility of making a movie about his ancestors' stories, and would help investigate the mystery of his parents' disappearance.
Of course, all this comes at a price, and the price Yashar has to pay is to serve as everyone's cook during these four days, serving Wei Ran, Jima and all the girls, and of course,
Next door, April and Mrs. Samantha, as well as Lyubov, who was unable to show up, cooked his signature delicacies.
In addition, he also promised that when Wei Ran, Jima and others visited his restaurant, they would eat and drink for free, and that he would be required to serve as a tour guide to take everyone to have a good few days in Antalya.
Everyone, including himself, knew that such a price was a very favorable price to hire a certain historian, and Yashar was naturally extremely grateful for it.
The reason why Wei Ran finally decided to help Yashar find his missing parents was that besides wanting to "repay the favor to the little lama", he himself did not want to owe Yashar any favors.
After all, no matter who the notebook originally belonged to, the fat man could have pretended not to know about it. Since he sent it as soon as possible, he deserves to be thanked.
On the other hand, he also urgently needed a change of scene to cover up the painful memories brought about by the Long March.
If I had to describe the true psychological activities of a well-known historian, it would be like...just like the pain of a new wound is urgently needed to cover up the pain of an old wound. In a sense, this is also the case.
Combat traumatic stress disorder syndrome.
For Wei Ran, even though Guqin Yaoguang helped him adjust to make him look like an ordinary person, he clearly knew that this mental state was not normal. After all, that magical metal book was not omnipotent most of the time.
Especially in order to protect the secret of the existence of the metal notebook, he couldn't even talk about the unexplained painful experiences like a normal soldier.
Watching Yashar's overweight figure disappear from the security checkpoint, Weiran and Suisui held hands and walked out while asking Jima beside them, "What are you going to do next?"
"Making a movie is, of course, making a movie."
Ji Ma spread his hands and said, "It has started to snow in the Arctic Circle. Filming of movies about labor camps and guerrillas in Murmansk will continue. If we hadn't been waiting for you to come back and meet you, we would have been ready to go.
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Knowing that the other party must have something to ask him, Wei Ran turned to look at Suisui, who said in a tacit understanding, "Then let's go to the studio to get busy with work first. Maya, take my car."
Naturally, Maya didn't have any objections. She let go of the hand that was openly held by Jima, and followed Suisui and the other girls to quicken their pace.
"It seems you are finally together?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"I'm still very charming," Ji Ma said proudly.
"Where are we going?" Wei Ran didn't want to hear the other party show off, so he decisively changed the subject.
"Come with me" Ji Ma snapped his fingers and also quickened his pace.
One by one, the two of them got into their own armored pickup trucks and drove out of the airport. Ji Ma drove the car in the opposite direction to the city with the gas behind him, and finally drove the car to a dilapidated road hidden in the birch forest.
.
It wasn't until no cars, people, or any man-made buildings could be seen at the front and rear ends of the road that Jima stopped the car with double flashes.
Seeing this, Wei Ran also pulled up the handbrake, took out the electronic products from his body and threw them on the passenger seat. Then he pushed the door and got out of the car, and followed Jima towards the rear of the car for a few dozen meters.
It wasn't until he lit the cigarette in his hand that Jima leaned against a waist-thick birch tree on the side of the road and asked in a low voice, "Where did you send her? Forget it, the question just now is invalid. Let me change the question.
Victor, how is she doing now?"
"Everything is fine," Wei Ran replied in a low voice, "I had plastic surgery and I have a new identity and job."
"Work for you?" Jima asked.
"Yes, work for me."
Wei Ran nodded seriously, "I will ensure her safety. Of course, if you want to know where she is, I won't hide it."
"I still trust you"
Ji Ma grinned and patted Wei Ran's shoulder hard, "As for where she is, forget it. For her safety, I don't want to be curious about it."
"Is that why you ask these questions?"
Wei Ran pulled away the opponent's paws and asked while walking back.
Although both parties used "she" just now, both of them knew clearly in their hearts that they were talking about the Gormans who had faked their own deaths.
"Of course," said Jima, who was following behind, "I always want to know whether I succeeded or not."
"Don't worry," Wei Ran replied vaguely.
"I said, I still trust you."
Jima repeated with a playful smile, "Let's go, we should stop by the forest farm to present flowers to the director who unfortunately suffered a plane crash. I bought you a bouquet when I came here."
"What a coincidence, I also bought two bouquets of flowers." Wei Ran responded with a smile.
With a tacit understanding, they did not continue the topic. The two drove straight to the forest farm, and finally stopped at the end of the path in the deepest part of the forest farm.
In a serious manner, they placed the bouquets they brought on the grave where "Mr. Gorman's remains" were buried, and in a serious manner they filled the cups in front of the tombstone with vodka. Then Wei Ran and Jima drove back to Hongqi.
The square in front of the main building of the forest farm.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At the same time, Mr. Gorman, who was deeply remembered by them, also took advantage of the night to entertain the two people who were about to work together in the basement of his home.
New colleagues.
"Let me introduce you, the person in the wheelchair is the physical education teacher."
Gorman, whose face was still wrapped in gauze, held up a glass of freshly squeezed mango juice and said in English, "Physical education teacher, the person sitting opposite you is the math teacher, and I am the music teacher.
After finishing speaking, Gorman, Liu Hanjai, codenamed math teacher, and Lazaro, codenamed physical education teacher, each picked up juice and touched it with themselves at the same time, and then continued, "Soon, we will be in the same orphanage.
We work here, and the above code names are our identities in the orphanage.
Please allow me to remind you for the first and last time that all the children we come into contact with in the future are destined to be disposable consumables, so please do not have any unnecessary feelings."
“Stop wasting everyone’s time with this meaningless nonsense.”
Lazzaro, who once had a relationship with Wei Ran, drank all the mango juice in his glass in one breath and urged in English, "Let's get to the point quickly. What do we need to do?"
“This is a job that requires patience.”
Gorman sipped the straw that was stuck in the juice and said slowly, "We will get 24 American-Japanese or Korean-American children every two years, and we will do our best to train them."
"Trained into what?" Lazaro asked, wiping the corners of his mouth.
"Paranoid and hateful lunatic"
Gorman said with a smile, "We need them to remain loyal and rational enough, we need them to have strong enough fighting power, and we need them to be crazy enough when necessary."
“These are not difficult”
Lazzaro, codenamed Physical Education Teacher, said while picking at the pulp fibers between his teeth, "I can make them crazy enough when they need to."
"I will make them qualified soldiers"
The taciturn Ryu Hanjae saw Gorman looking at him and confidently made a guarantee in English.
"last question"
Lazaro pulled out the blockage between his teeth and looked at it. While licking it into his mouth and eating it, he asked without any delay, "Who are these children's loyal target?"
Seeing Ryu Hanjae looking at him, Gorman put down the juice cup in his hand and replied, "It's enough to be loyal to hatred that can never be forgiven."
"When will it start?" Liu Hanzai asked, "The orphanage wall has been built."
"Those children will be delivered one after another tomorrow."
Gorman said, picking up the hood in front of him and throwing it to the other two, "Don't let those children see your faces, and from now on we can only communicate in English, whether talking to the children or between us."
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"Are you sure the children you send here can speak English?" Liu Hanjae, no, the math teacher asked.
"If not, then teach them."
Gorman said with a smile, "We have enough time and we must have enough patience."
"Last question," asked Lazzaro, who seemed to have countless questions, "who is our boss, no, our principal?"
"Of course, the distinguished Mr. Omar Mu'ammar Kazafei," Gorman answered with a smile.
“What a perfect boss”
Lazzaro seemed particularly satisfied with this answer, "Then it's settled. From now on, I will be the physical education teacher. It's such an appropriate identity."
"I wish we all achieve excellent results in our respective teaching positions and cultivate the best students." Gorman smiled and sent his blessing, "Well, gentlemen, cheers."
"cheers!"
The other two teachers each raised their empty or unfinished glasses and lightly touched the glass in Gorman's hand.
Not to mention the secret gathering in the middle of the night in Papua New Guinea, Wei Ran, who was still busy working with Suisui at the Hongqi Forest Farm, could not help but once again start to think about the problems that had been bothering him these days, and chose to seek help outside the field.
"Jima, let me ask you a question."
Wei Ran said to Jima, who was also kicked out of the office and could only bask in the sun with him in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"What's the problem?" Ji Ma, who was playing games on his mobile phone, asked absently.
"If you had Doraemon's bellyband and you could put any two things in it, what would you choose to put in it?"
"What kind of childish and stupid question is this?" Jima turned his head and looked at Wei Ran strangely.
"The psychological analysis I just saw on my phone," Wei Ran made a random excuse.
“Any two things will do?”
“Any two things will do”
"I chose to put enough condoms and different sexy underwear inside," Jima grinned and gave his perfect answer with a shameless expression.
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."
Wei Ran shook his head helplessly. He should have guessed that even if he asked Mr. Gorbachev, who was rolling around in the sun not far from them, he would probably get a more reliable answer than Ji Ma - that one
If dogs could talk, they would definitely say put enough meat or dog food in it.
"Actually I have a better answer"
Jima ended the game on his phone, turned off the screen, lit a cigarette slowly and replied.
"Change it to different girls and prepare different sexy underwear for girls, right?" Wei Ran mocked angrily.
"I'm not a scumbag like you"
Ji Ma blew out an almost perfect smoke ring, "Victor, my good brother, let's ignore the ridiculous bellyband of the fat blue guy for now. Now let's change to a more exciting question!"
"what is the problem?"
"When do you think nuclear bombs are scariest?"
Before Wei Ran could speak, Jima gave his answer directly, "I think the scariest time is before the nuclear bomb is erected and ready to be launched, but before it is launched."
"You want to say..."
Jima didn't give Wei Ran a chance to speak out, he just threw the cigarette and lighter to him, and said in a particularly sober tone, "I want to say, if I had that bellyband, I wouldn't rush to put anything in it.
thing.
Just like you said, maybe now I really want different beautiful girls and different sexy underwear for different girls.
If my health is as good as Principal Nicholas, this urgent need may not change until I am 70 years old."
"Mr. Nicholas will not still want to let different beautiful girls wear different sexy underwear when he is 70 years old." Wei Ran, who already understood what the other party wanted to say, reminded him in a dumbfounded way.
"So I am not Mr. Nicholas"
Jima spread his hands, "So maybe when I am 50 years old, I will need one of the places to store the endless blue pills.
When I am really 70 years old, I may still need nitroglycerin or antihypertensive drugs in it, but I will definitely not be a different girl.
Not only can they not save my life, they might even cause me to die from a rapid heartbeat."
"I understand what you mean." Wei Ran lit a cigarette. Although Ji Ma has shortcomings, who doesn't have advantages?
At least Ji Ma has always known what he needs and has an extremely clear self-understanding of himself.
"That's why I said that the most valuable thing is when the bellyband is empty. No matter what is put in it, it is a waste. It is better to wait until you need it. At that time, even if it is just filled with Beria's dog food, it will be a waste.
most suitable."
At this point, Ji Ma took a puff of cigarette again and threw the question back, "What about you? What will you put in it?"
"I originally planned to fill it with sugar and penicillin," Weiyan Tanshou said truthfully. This was really his true thought.
"Why do you need to install these two things?" Ji Ma asked puzzledly.
"White sugar can be eaten and explode." Wei Ran answered truthfully, "Penicillin can save lives most of the time."
"What kind of rubbish answer is this?"
Ji Ma laughed and raised his middle finger and joked, "You might as well put different beautiful girls and different sexy underwear in it. Ah, I forgot, there are already enough different or duplicate ones around you.
You are a pretty girl, so I think you might as well prepare different sexy lingerie and condoms or a small blue medicine bottle."
Wei Ran gestured his middle finger towards the other party, but he didn't even bother to respond to the other party's teasing.
But those two bamboo baskets can't really be empty, right? He couldn't help but secretly mutter to himself.
He actually asked Suisui this question before leaving China, but the latter's answer was even less informative - she said without thinking that she wanted to fill it with all kinds of beautiful clothes and cosmetics.
Although he hadn't figured out what should be put in the two bamboo baskets for a while, and he had to consider "should he rush to put things in them" after Ji Ma reminded him just now, but he made a decision on another matter.
Decide.
Before exploring the secret of the saber, he was going to help Yashar return to Beirut to find his parents - anyway, the anti-Japanese sword and the double-lens reflex camera, which still had a cooldown countdown, would probably not be used.
The most important thing is that before Yashar left, he was extremely relieved and handed over the tin box that his parents finally sent home to Wei Ran to help preserve it. Since he decided to help the other party and return the favor, this was undoubtedly a rare opportunity.
In fact, as early as four days ago, Anfiya and the disabled children she led who were responsible for the Internet were already helping with the investigation.
Unfortunately, they searched almost all the information on the Internet related to Médecins Sans Frontières, and even secretly searched some of the official databases of Shisebi, but could not find any mention of Yashar's parents.
That evening, after learning that Yashar had successfully landed at the Capital Airport of China and received a warm reception, Weiran, Suisui and others also said goodbye to Jima and Maya, who were preparing to return to the filming site the next day, and drove
Returned home.
While the girls were preparing dinner, Wei Ran also used the excuse to get a few bottles of homemade pickles and walked to the basement of the library with his dog.
Although he had decided to rely on the help of metal notebooks, he was actually not idle during these four days.
Although the photos left by Yashar's parents only included a selfie, it was enough for him to obtain enough key information.
At the very least, he knew from the first-generation Pinzgauer and the occupations of Yashar's parents that he needed to fill the three oil drums with gasoline, medical alcohol and hot goat's milk for babies.
, instead of diesel, vodka and hot cocoa.
In addition, he also filled the medical box obtained from the Moltke Bridge Clinic with enough modern emergency medicines. Even the small food box was filled with various life-saving injections.
It was precisely this meticulous preparation that made him almost dream about what to put in the bamboo basket recently.
Even if he had known for a long time, he, or the metal book, could not change any history at all.
All of his thoughts are, at best, likely to help him better complete his return mission and return to the world - even though he doesn't need to take risks at all now.
Slowly and carefully inspecting the work under the surface, Wei Ran first locked the door, then took out the iron box sent home by Yashar's parents from the safe, opened it and placed it on the table, and then followed
He expressionlessly took out the metal book.
Amidst the clatter of turning pages, the metal quill floated, rustling and drawing a pattern on the light yellow paper.
It was a steering wheel, with an Arabian kerchief tied on top of it. Thanks to the fineness of the quill painting, he could even clearly see that the kerchief tied to the steering wheel was wearing a pair of sparkling wedding rings and a pair of wedding rings.
Grenade pull tab.
As the painting became more complete, he was able to see clearly that the steering wheel was held by one hand and a cigarette was held in the other hand.
Although he couldn't see the owner of this hand, he could already tell that it was a woman's hand just from the lines and proportions of the hand, and even the rubber band at the wrist.
Finally, the painting was completed, and the metal quill also wrote a line of requirements directly below:
Character identity: Médecins Sans Frontières Wei Ran, codenamed Vet.
"I'm a stupid doctor like yours!"
Wei Ran couldn't help but cursed before he finished writing this line, and then he realized that this time his name was actually Wei Ran and not "Victor".
That metal quill may not have an uncle at all, or maybe its uncle just happens to be a poor lame man without legs.
In short, it did not pause at all because of Wei Ran's curse, and wrote the following words as usual:
Return mission: Accept Selin Yaman’s invitation to form a team, complete at least 100 surgeries, take at least 36 photos and 3 group photos, and ensure that Hanwad Kani and Dalal Abbas survive until September 18
evening.
"It turned out to be September 18th..."
Wei Ran couldn't help but murmured, but found that the metal quill did not stop:
Scene restrictions: Relevant historical processes are not allowed to be disclosed, and the refugee camp is not allowed to escape.
Language Mission 1: Collect at least 150 rounds of ammunition
Language Task 2: Collect at least 50 liters of fuel
Language Mission 3: Kill at least 20 enemies
Scenario restrictions?
Why so many language tasks?
Naturally, no one gave him an answer at this time. The only thing that responded to him was the white light that covered everything in front of him.
In this white light, he also saw too many things that could be used.
There was a titanium alloy pistol with a silencer, a kerosene gas lamp, and the three oil drums that he had filled with supplies but he didn't know if they would be withheld.
There are also flashlights and engineer shovels from the moss battlefield, wire cutters from the Hürtgen Forest, and a British Army P44 kettle from Savage Mountain, as well as the Nikon SP camera and the butt bag presented by Zach.
Although there were many of these things, it was not a surprise. What was really surprising was that although he did not get the medical kit he thought he would definitely get this time, he saw the gun wrapped in the big five-leaf camouflage in the rich white light.
Bayi Bar and Black Panther Tactical Vest!
"Although I still don't know what I'm going to encounter, my mood has definitely improved."
While Wei Ran murmured to himself, a smile that was particularly bright and filled with inexplicable expectations, and could even be said to be filled with the smell of blood, appeared on his originally expressionless face.
