Chapter 1564 We know each other but don’t recognize each other
On the evening of the second day after returning to reality, Wei Ran and Suisui took the girls in two cars and rushed to Kazan Airport.
"Take them with you again this time?"
In the waiting room, Wei Ran took the opportunity to change into his native language while waiting to board the plane and asked Suisui who was sitting next to him.
"We're not here to play"
Suisui seemed to have already found a good reason for this action, "We were on a business trip to that castle, and we wanted to see how the ski resort next to it was operating."
"so what?"
Wei Ran asked with great interest. He didn't care about bringing a few beautiful light bulbs, he just wanted to see what kind of excuses the girl could come up with.
"I haven't thought of it yet," Suisui, who was smiling, gave an excuse that she had learned from someone.
After boarding the plane while chatting, the group first took a flight to Paris to meet up with Kou Kou, a wealthy woman who spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, and then boarded the flight to Salzburg, Austria without stopping.
When the flight landed, Leya and his wife, who were responsible for maintaining the castle, had been waiting at the airport for a long time.
However, Wei Ran did not follow the girls out of the airport, but boarded the flight to Graz as they watched.
"Let's go!"
In the airport lobby, Kou Kou snapped her fingers and said in a loud voice, "Let's go to the castle! I won't kneel until I'm drunk tonight!"
Although Suisui didn't understand French, it didn't stop her from understanding the slightly flawed Chinese idiom mixed in the French.
"That's right! You won't come home until you're drunk!" Suisui cheered.
In the eyes of many passengers at the airport, this group of young and beautiful girls also attracted most of the attention while leaving the airport in a hurry.
Time flew by in the early morning of October 8th. When Suisui and the other girls were still hungover from drinking at the closed castle, Wei Ran had already rushed to Graz, Austria, alone and dusty.
For Chinese people, this place is far less well-known than Governor Schwarzenegger, who was born here.
With no time to rest, Wei Ran rented a car, followed the address provided in the metal book, drove to the edge of the city, and finally stopped at the entrance of a slightly remote auto repair shop.
The shape of this auto repair shop is somewhat similar to the travel agency run by my aunt in Volgograd, and even my own library. The main building is an old-looking red brick workshop.
The exterior wall of this factory, which is almost three stories high, is already covered with climbing plants. It is October, and most of the leaves of these plants have turned beautiful red or gold, and from time to time, there are chirping sounds.
Birds fly in and out.
Compared with the building itself, what attracted Weiran's attention was the two rows of off-road vehicles parked in the parking spaces on both sides of the central gate of the workshop.
They were brand-new Pinzgauer 6X6 off-road vehicles. Just by looking at the raised "pig nose" at the front of the vehicle, you could tell that this was probably the latest model 718 diesel vehicle.
Look at the workshop door that is large enough for two trucks to drive in side by side. On the sign hanging on the right hand side, the name "Holler's Automobile Modification Factory" is written in German.
After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran drove the car forward for a hundred or ten meters and turned to another road. Then he opened the door and got out of the car, looking around until he was sure that there were no pedestrians or surveillance cameras, and then he used the cover of the car door.
He took out the Mauser bayonet, put the sharp tip against the tire, and stabbed it in hard.
"laugh--"
It wasn't until he heard the sound of airflow that he stepped on the wheel hub and pulled out the Mauser bayonet. Then he opened the trunk, took out the spare tire and threw it into the bushes on the side of the road.
Turning around and getting into the cab, he turned the car around as quickly as possible and drove back to the original road. Before the air pressure in the tires ran out, he parked the car three or four meters away from the garage door.
Ten meters from the roadside.
He unhurriedly lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Weiran opened the door and got out of the car, slowly pushing the rented car to the entrance of the auto repair shop.
Before he could take the initiative to say hello and ask for help, an old man who looked to be in his fifties and wearing a brown leather apron walked out of the auto repair shop. Behind him, there were two or three others who looked to be seventeen.
Eight years old, a strong young man also wearing a leather apron.
"Young man, do you need help?" The old man asked loudly and enthusiastically in German from a distance.
"Of course! Sir!"
Wei Ran straightened up, patted the roof of the car and said helplessly, "My car seems to have been hit by something terrible and has a tire puncture. I wonder if you can help me change a tire. I don't have a spare tire in my car."
"
"Of course no problem!"
Before the stocky old man finished speaking, the young men behind him had already swarmed up and pushed Weiran's rented car into the workshop.
"Thank you for your help, what should I call you?" Wei Ran followed the Chinese habit and asked, taking the initiative to spread a cigarette to the other party.
"Kurt Holler"
The old man took the cigarette and let Wei Ran help him light it. After taking a deep puff, he pointed at the forty or fifty meter long workshop behind him and said, "I am the boss of this car modification factory. Come in and have a seat.
Those nice guys will fix your tire in no time. And what do you call me? You don't look Austrian."
"My name is Victor, I'm from China." Wei Ran followed him as he walked into the workshop and introduced himself briefly.
"Chinese? Victor?"
The old guy turned to look at Wei Ran and said uncertainly, "I'm sure I've never seen a Chinese before, but why do I think you look familiar?"
"Maybe to you, Chinese people all look the same."
Wei Ran pretended to be normal and then changed the subject seamlessly without waiting for the other party to say anything, "Mr. Holler, are these vans for sale?"
"They are not for sale"
The old man who called himself Kurt Holler did not explain in detail, but just asked Wei Ran to follow him into the auto repair shop.
Compared to the overly lush wall-climbing plants covering the outside, the inside of the workshop is exceptionally clean and bright.
Ignoring the lame car that had been lifted up by the lift, Wei Ran followed Kurt Holler as he walked in, while also looking at the slightly busy workshop.
Along the way, there were only two things that attracted his attention the most.
One is the large and small photos hanging on the surrounding walls.
These photos are either of a single person or a group photo, and the people in the photos are mostly young people in their 20s. They are either standing at the entrance of a certain university in academic uniforms, or standing around a ruins in white coats.
But without exception, all the young people in the photos he saw, regardless of whether they were male or female, had bright yet firm smiles on their faces.
Secondly, what caught his special attention was a heavily modified 718 Pinzgauer off-road vehicle.
It is a common and inconspicuous white color as a whole, and there are many meaningful patterns painted on the body.
Among the designs were an edelweiss the size of a washbasin, a sewing machine of the same size, a cradle, a hot air balloon, a bat and a fly, but there were no Médecins Sans Frontières or symbols such as a red crescent.
Involuntarily, Wei Ran stopped and walked quickly to the side of the off-road vehicle under the slightly surprised look of Mr. Holler.
Through the front windshield, he could clearly see the radio stations, megaphones, navigation computers and other high-tech equipment installed inside.
He could more clearly see two things that seemed to be spiritual inheritance - a beautiful rabbit riding pendant with blue eyes hanging on the manual gear lever, and an orange pendant fixed in a special card holder on the co-pilot glove box.
Red Polaroid 600 instant camera.
Taking a few steps toward the back of the car, his sight passed through the open tailgate. He could clearly see the various medical equipment tightly arranged in the rear compartment, as well as the small shadowless lights above his head, and even the not-so-large medical bed and surrounding areas.
Exposed pipes everywhere.
Obviously, the modification of this car has not been completed. Combined with the row of cars parked outside the door, he believes that this modified car is by no means the first, and I am afraid it will not be the last.
"Come sit with me in the lounge"
Kurt Holler said to the guard slightly warily, and at the same time, he put his hand on the Glock pistol fixed in the quick-draw holster on the inside of his apron without leaving any trace.
After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran said apologetically, "Sorry, I rarely see such professional modifications. I was a little bit..."
"It doesn't matter, come with me."
Mr. Holler extended the invitation again and took Wei Ran to the lounge not far away. At the same time, two young men covered the modified car with a car cover.
Following Mr. Holler into the lounge which was quite some distance from the door, before Wei Ran could sit down, he noticed at a glance that there was an old man sweating profusely on the treadmill at the edge of the lounge.
This old man, who only wore shorts and a pair of high-waisted boots, seemed to be several years older than Mr. Holler, but he maintained a fairly good figure.
But compared to his well-proportioned figure, which was almost comparable to Mr. Culp, what made Wei Ran shiver was the conspicuous circular scars on his legs!
It's him!
In the scorching heat that ensued from the tiger's mouth on his left hand, Wei Ran had already recognized the other person. He was exactly the child who had his legs pierced by steel bars that he and Ed had rescued from the rubble!
Before he could say anything, let alone Mr. Holler, another old man wearing jeans and a leather jacket with gray hair and gauze tied on his chest also walked from the lounge to the second floor.
Ran down the stairs.
Behind him, there was also a fat and strong St. Bernard dog with a small oak barrel hanging around his neck.
"Kurt! Look at this news! Our younger brother Yashar has boarded China's new..."
Before he finished speaking, this sharp-eyed old man who looked to be in his fifties noticed Wei Ran who turned to look at him.
Just like he recognized the old man just now, Wei Ran recognized it with just one glance. This old man was Hanwad! Hanwad who inherited the code name "Sewing Machine"!
"Who are you..."
Hanwad, who had sharp eyes, glanced at Wei Ran, and then looked at the tablet in his hand in confusion.
When he raised his head again, his sharp eyes, which were obviously so sharp because he was used to seeing life and death, became much softer as he looked at Wei Ran again.
"Are you Victor? The Chinese history scholar who lifted up Americans' miniskirts and showed their tiny dicks and pink lace panties stained with feces and urine to the world?" Hanward asked in an extremely determined tone.
"I..."
Before Wei Ran could speak, Hanwad had already walked down the stairs and asked in a more determined tone, "It was Yashar who asked you to find us... no, to find his missing parents in Beirut? Otherwise, you
Won’t appear here.”
As soon as he said these words, the old man running wildly on the treadmill stopped and looked at Wei Ran. Even Mr. Holler finally let go of the pistol on the inside of his apron.
"you..."
Wei Ran was stunned, took a deep breath and asked, "How do you know? Can't it be a coincidence?"
"How do I know?"
Hanward smiled and said, "Young man, let's find a way to prove my guess first. Then I will tell you, but the premise is that you probably need to keep it a secret from Yashar."
Turning to look at the other two old men, Wei Ran smiled, happily sat down on the sofa, then opened his briefcase and took out the relics that Yashar had entrusted to him to keep.
Placed on the coffee table next to the sofa.
"It seems that I guessed right"
Hanward looked at the things on the table and shook his head, then turned to look at Holler and the old man who got off the treadmill, "Guys, Yashar's messenger has found us. I think we
We have to invite Mr. Victor to sit upstairs."
"So repairing the car is just an excuse?" Mr. Holler asked Wei Ran with a smile.
"The first intersection on the left side of the gate is about 20 meters inward."
Weiran said very frankly, "I threw the car's spare tire in the bushes nearby."
“What a cautious and honest young man.”
Holler laughed and waved his hands, and said as he walked out, "Take him upstairs to sit for a while, and I will help him find the spare tire."
"I'm sorry to trouble you," Wei Ran said politely.
"Nothing, just follow the two old guys upstairs. I'll go up later." Mr. Holler had already left the lounge before he finished speaking.
"Come with me"
Hanward said, patting the head of the St. Bernard dog next to his leg, "Don't be afraid, it has a very docile character and never bites."
"What's his name?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the two men upstairs.
"Adolf"
The one who answered Wei Ran's question was the old man with scars on his legs and sweat all over his body. "Yes, it's the Adolf you thought of."
"It seems I was not wrong."
As Wei Ran spoke, he reached out and touched the head of the St. Bernard dog that came up to him. This was naturally not the Adolf that raced with Edelweiss on the farm, but it was just as naive and lovable as that Adolf.
"Aren't you curious why I can guess your purpose?" Hanwad, who was walking at the front, asked with a smile.
"I've probably guessed it"
Wei Ran, who was walking in the middle with Gouzi, paused, "Have you ever had any contact with Yashar's grandfather?"
"What a smart young man," the old man walking behind Wei Ran said with a smile.
"I still don't know what to call these two gentlemen."
"My name is Hanward Kani"
Hanward said as he walked up to the second floor, "Out of trust in you, you can also call me by the sewing machine."
"Aladdin Abu Usha, also out of trust in you, you can call me a fly."
The man walking behind Wei Ran reported a name and code name that made Wei Ran's throat sore, and he almost instantly guessed the origin of the name.
"Abu Usha" obviously comes from brother and sister Rama and Ed. And "Aladdin"...
Aladdin represents perhaps the magic lamp that Edelweiss wanted most when she was at her most desperate...
Arriving at the second floor amid endless speculation, the first thing Wei Ran noticed was a glass display cabinet facing the stairwell.
In the showcase were a prisoner of war watch, several Rabbit Rider Blue Eyes, a military grade ring worn on a platinum necklace, and an orange-red Polaroid 600 camera that seemed to have dried blood and sand left on it.
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Compared with these things that evoke countless memories of Wei Ran, there are more certificates in this showcase.
The names and photos on these certificates are all of young men and women, and the time span extends from 1990 to 2020.
Standing in front of the locked glass display case, he could clearly see that most of those certificates came from well-known colleges in various European countries.
Among them, almost half are from the medical profession, the other half are from the journalism profession, and the rest are from various fields such as machinery manufacturing, finance, shipping, etc.
In the bottom row of the display cabinet, he also saw many medals and medals awarded by extra-judicial institutions.
"I want to hear the story about you and Yashar's parents"
Wei Ran turned around and looked at the two old men, then raised his finger and pointed to the display cabinet in front of him, "There are also stories about this generation of young people."
"Unless you can keep it a secret from Yashar" Hanwad set out his condition.
"Also, the investigation fees that Yashar needs to be paid will be waived in full." Aladdin followed suit and dismissed his conditions.
"By the way, everything we do here is kept secret."
Mr. Holler, who came up from downstairs, also made his conditions before Wei Ran agreed to the first two conditions.
"No problem, I agree." Wei Ran spread his hands, "Before you decide to speak, I have one more question."
"Tell me about it"
Holler motioned for him to sit on the sofa by the window and asked while bringing him coffee.
"Did you decide to trust me so easily?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
Hanward smiled and said, "The rest of the matter just needs to be kept secret from Yashar."
"Before the story begins, can you replace this with wine?" Wei Ran picked up the coffee cup and took a sip and asked with a smile, "A good story needs good wine."
"What an interesting young man!"
Holler laughed loudly and said as he walked to the wine rack in the corner, "We have the best red wine brewed by Wenwai Nen, and we also have a pretty good story."
"I just have enough time"
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "If I don't have enough time, please let me go downstairs and puncture the other three tires later."
"I love your humor!"
Hanward smiled very happily. While Holler was pouring wine, he gave Wei Ran a cigar and a cigar cutter. Then he picked up the half-extinguished cigar placed on the ashtray and took two puffs.
Said, "It was the summer of 1982, when I was just 15 years old..."
Amid the increasingly rich cigar smoke and the wine glasses he picked up again and again, Wei Ran heard stories from these three old men that were almost identical to his own - it was just that there was no gentleman codenamed Veterinarian or Dongfeng.
In the second half of this story, Wei Ran also heard things that were not recorded in the metal book.
In the fifth year after Bat was assassinated, the person who adopted them, who was also an outlaw comrade of Bat and Hot Air Balloon, took them to a secret visit to Yashar's grandfather, and told in detail what had happened and their
possible dangers.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! By the way, Hanwad and Dalal also expressed their gratitude on behalf of all the people who have helped the sewing machine couple, and apologized for not being able to protect the couple.
Although Yashar's grandfather was saddened by what happened to his son and daughter-in-law, he was also proud of what they had done.
Similarly, in order to protect the young Yashar, the old man finally decided to hide it from Yashar after discussing with Hanwad and others, and gave up his plan to take the sewing machine couple home.
In addition, he also learned through chatting that Kurt Holler was indeed Edelweiss's younger brother.
Kurt inherited this auto repair shop from his parents. Over the past few decades, he not only managed the auto repair shop to its current scale, but also ran a not-so-large shop.
, a firearms company and a trading company with very high profits.
On the other hand, since his "little nephew Ed Holler" accidentally met Hanward and others more than ten years ago, this modification factory has also become a second home for those war orphans.
In addition to providing a safe haven, Kurt Holler also provided solid support to these brothers and sisters.
Outside the lounge, those ambulances that were almost the same as the ones his sister used back then, but with newer iterations, were just basic help.
In addition, he also funded those escaped war orphans to go to school. When the topic was discussed, Kurt Holler also pulled Wei Ran and proudly displayed the graduation certificates and various certificates in the window.
honor.
However, when asked why he had kept the secret from Yashar for so many years, Aladdin, codenamed Fly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, and said with a gloomy face, "Because those chair-cracking people back then didn't
Find those negatives at Uncle Varta and Uncle Bat's house."
"Those wartaker people have been hunting people who try to tell the truth all these years."
Hanward said, "Our adoptive father, I mean the person who adopted Uncle Bat after his death and took care of us, was assassinated the next year after he took us to visit Yashar's grandfather."
"My little nephew Ed, I mean, my sister's adopted son, was also killed by them."
Kurt clenched his fists and said with the same gloomy face, "He died in the air raid launched by Shi Shikai, but he told me on the phone a week before that that he was under surveillance, and even
Communications may have been monitored."
"He also photographed many tragedies that happened in Gaza at that time."
After Hanwad finished speaking, he pointed to the gauze on his chest and said calmly, "This is an injury I sustained while providing humanitarian assistance at the Beirut explosion site more than a month ago. A car rushed directly into my clinic.
, although it didn’t hit me, it knocked over the steaming and sterilizing pot, and almost all the hot water poured on me.”
"Yashal has sacrificed his parents for our motherland and land."
Aladdin said guiltily, "So don't involve him in these dangers anymore. Besides, I met his grandfather. The old man's only request at that time was that Yashar could grow up safely."
"I see"
Wei Ran sighed, picked up the refilled wine glass and said solemnly, "I will keep it a secret from Mr. Yashar."
"Mr. Victor"
Kurt Holler suddenly asked at this time, "I wonder if you are willing to accept my employment?"
“What do you want to hire me for?”
Wei Ran put down the goblet that he had only taken a sip from, endured the burning sensation in the mouth of his left hand again, and asked with a normal expression.
"Help us find those photo negatives that the chair crackers have been looking for," Kurt asked with a smile, "How much commission do I need to pay for this?"
"What are your plans after you find those negatives?"
Wei Ran asked the second and third questions, "Do you plan to recognize Mr. Yashar by then?"
"Of course I will publish them all after I find them."
Kurt said without thinking, "It's like you lift up Americans' miniskirts and show off their tiny dicks and poop-stained pink lace panties to the world."
"But forget it if you know Yashar," Hanward said, "it will bring danger to him."
"Okay, let's change the question. Where did that disgusting description of stockings that are longer than Uncle Sam's legs come from?"
Wei Ran put down the wine glass he had just picked up, and asked a new question in a rather dumbfounded manner.
Before leaving Kazan, he had already heard similar descriptions from April's mouth. At that time, he simply thought that it was just the old guy with a poisonous mouth.
"On the Internet, of course." The three old men in the lounge laughed and gave the exact same answer.
"It's your turn to answer my question."
Kurt picked up the cup, "Can you help us find those missing negatives? If so, how much do I need to pay?"
“Not a big problem”
Wei Ran also picked up the cup, and before standing up to clink glasses with the other three old men, he said, "Before I find those negatives, I hope to go to Ms. Edelweiss's grave and to lay a bouquet of flowers in front of the Sewing Machine couple's grave. That's me.
Commission required.”
"Mr. Victor, no, Mr. Wei"
Before Kurt clinked glasses with Wei Ran, he changed his name to the transliterated Chinese surname he saw on the news, "Thank you for your kindness and selfless help."
Wei Ran clinked glasses with the three people opposite him and asked with a smile, "So, when will we set off?"
"Now!"
Kurt drank all the red wine in the glass and threw it on the sofa behind him, "Let's leave now!"
