When the white light faded, what caught Wei Ran's eyes was the blanket that was still covering him.
After a quick reaction, he pulled off the blanket and looked towards the window. The thick curtains were quite good at blocking out light, but at the edge, one could still see the hazy strips of light from the sunlight coming in from outside.
Lying with his head up on the bed, Wei Ran stared at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand, and his mind recalled the "rules" he received when his fingertips touched the white vortex before entering that dream.
Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to put on the blanket again and turn on the flashlight, then took out the metal book and turned to the latest page.
At this moment, the white vortex has turned into the hazy outline of an edelweiss flower, and at the same time, there is also a countdown seal that obviously starts from 720 hours.
Thanks...
Wei Ran put away the metal book and murmured his gratitude softly. According to the rules given to him by the living ancestors in the book, he had the opportunity to "dream" once a month, and each dream lasted 12 hours.
He can even use the suitcase he obtained before to bring some gifts to Clara in the "dream", such as clothes, jewelry, desserts, drinks, and other things that don't bear too distinct a mark of the times.
But he couldn't take anything out of the "dream", not even an edelweiss or a blade of grass. He couldn't take out anything from the metal book except the suitcase.
Even so, even though he didn't know whether the world weaving dreams was real or fake, Wei Ran was still extremely satisfied and grateful.
On the other hand, there was not much warmth under the buttocks, which also confirmed another situation in the "rules" that required his attention.
After entering the dream, he will also disappear from this world. In other words, during those 12 hours in the dream, he will truly leave this world.
This didn't matter to him. At most, he just wanted to find a safe place when he "dreamed" in the future.
Compared with these minor inconveniences, no, that may not be considered an inconvenience, but rather a trump card in a certain sense.
No matter what it was, what he got compared to these was a safe haven where he could confide all his unspeakable secrets.
only...
Was that really a dream?
Wei Ran couldn't help but start thinking about this issue again.
If it is a dream, whose dream is it?
My dream is still...
Edelweiss dream?
This is destined to be a question that cannot be answered, but he stretched his body on the bed and let out a long sigh of contentment. His whole body felt much more relaxed as if he had put down the burden he had been carrying for a long time.
Dreaming shouldn't be considered cheating, after all, I didn't do anything...
Wei Ran muttered something vaguely, and soon fell asleep again.
When he was awakened by a slow knock on the door, it was already close to noon.
"Wait a moment" Wei Ran said as he sat up as quickly as possible, put on his clothes and opened the door.
"How did you sleep last night?" Outside the door, Aladdin, codenamed "Fly", asked with a smile as Wei Ran opened the door.
"Sorry, I overslept due to jet lag and the red wine last night." Wei Ran said apologetically.
"It's okay, if you want to sleep again..."
"No, no need."
Wei Ran waved his hand quickly, "If you continue to sleep, I will have insomnia at night."
"In that case, do you want to have lunch together?"
Aladdin smiled and said, "Except for the staff, there are only two people in this farm now, you and me."
"Just the two of us?"
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, "Where are the others?"
"Kurt has returned to the tuning shop. Although he is retired, he is a workaholic. His wife made an appointment a week ago to take the children to the dentist today to adjust their braces."
Aladdin asked Wei Ran to follow him and said as he walked to the restaurant, "Hanwad was just a guest. He should have gone home last night. After all, it is not very convenient for his wife to live alone."
"Actually, I'm ready to leave," Wei Ran said with a smile, and picked up the suitcase and briefcase leaning against the door.
"Are you ready to leave too?"
Aladdin glanced at Wei Ran in surprise, and after a moment of silence asked, "Are you going to visit Yashar's parents?"
Wei Ran nodded naturally and explained, "I will help you keep the secret from Yashar. Of course, I will also help you find the negatives of those photos."
"Actually, I wanted to ask a question yesterday," Aladdin said, bringing Weiran a cup of coffee.
"What's the problem?"
"Why are you willing to help us?" Aladdin asked seriously.
“Does justice count?”
"Of course, but there must be other reasons?"
"You must have read the news about Mr. Yashar in China, right?" Wei Ran asked, picking up his coffee cup.
"Because of the diary?" Aladdin reacted immediately.
"About a week ago, he found me with those two diaries."
Wei Ran smiled and explained, "One of them is a relic of a Chinese Volunteer Army soldier, and the other is a prisoner of war diary left by Yashar's grandfather.
Even these two things alone are enough for me to help him find his parents, and help you find some things by the way."
"Not long ago, I saw the news about those precious photos you found."
Aladdin said, "The scenes recorded in the photos shocked me very much, especially the corpses of the soldiers by the swamp river.
You, I mean China, you must have paid a very heavy price to drive away the invaders, right?"
"In 14 years, at least 35 million."
Wei Ran sighed, "It took us 14 years and at least 35 million casualties to drive away the invaders."
"We can't raise 35 million people"
Aladdin stared blankly at the snow-capped mountains outside the window, and said with a hint of despair, "But we have begun our sixth 14-year struggle, Victor, do you think we can..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes, of course it can, and it must be possible."
Wei Ran put down her coffee cup and walked to the window. She looked at the tall and lush cedar on the top of the slope in the distance and said, "That edelweiss, she and her friends have set fire to that land in the darkest time."
A flash of fire.
You, whether you are Hanward, Ed Holler, or the young man who left your diploma and all your honors in that glass showcase, you are all the kindling that bursts out of the fire."
Having said this, Wei Ran turned to look at Aladdin, "I believe that it was not just Edelweiss and Yashar's parents who lit the fire, it was not just hot air balloons and bats, and the freelance journalist Mr. Alan Varta.
You are definitely not the only one who caused those fires to burst out.
I even believe that one day these sparks of fire will eventually converge into a prairie fire.
You will definitely take back the land that belongs to you and drive away the invaders who trample on the land and lives."
Looking at Aladdin who fell silent, Wei Ran walked back to the table, picked up the coffee cup and took another sip, "Mr. Aladdin, thank you and the Holler family for your hospitality. I'm going to leave now."
"Don't you want to have lunch together?" Aladdin asked subconsciously after coming back to his senses.
Wei Ran smiled and said, "Wait until I find those negatives. Now I just want to go to the gravesite of Yashar's parents as soon as possible."
"Well... okay, I'll take you to the city."
Aladdin then stood up, hesitated and said, "Victor, this matter may not be as safe as you think. You...you have to be careful of chair-breaking people, they are all madmen.
If you notice anything wrong, it's best to stop immediately, and..."
Aladdin took a deep breath at this point and said, "Break ties with us."
"I'll be careful." Wei Ran smiled, picked up his briefcase and suitcase and opened the door.
Finally, he looked up again at the tall and lush cedar on the top of the slope. Wei Ran let the warm sunshine and the cool breeze blowing from the direction of the snow-capped mountains shine on his body, stretched to his heart's content, and then pointed not far away.
There was an off-road vehicle parked there, "Mr. Aladdin, can you let me drive that vehicle on the way back?"
"sure"
Aladdin, who had just opened the driver's door, nodded easily and simply gave up the driving job to Wei Ran. He walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door and got in.
Putting all the suitcases and briefcases, which were not too big, into the rear compartment, Wei Ran got into the cab and closed the door.
Compared with the emergency ambulance of the year, this off-road vehicle that has not yet been modified does not seem to have changed much. Even its gear lever has been hung with a rabbit riding blue eye pendant.
"This is a manual transmission off-road vehicle"
Aladdin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to the three iconic gear levers between the two of them and said, "If you want to go faster, you can turn off the differential lock."
"I've driven this kind of car"
As Wei Ran spoke, he started the engine skillfully and drove the off-road vehicle away from the farm.
"Why are you still using this outdated car? I remember that this kind of car was discontinued many years ago."
Weiran randomly started a topic. This car can indeed be considered outdated - whether it is the manual transmission or the rear space which is not spacious compared to an emergency vehicle.
"It's true, Kurt ordered these before they were discontinued, but they don't go out of style."
Aladdin is extremely satisfied with this car, "Compared with the original model, the 3.2-liter turbocharged diesel engine has greatly improved its power. It can run on paved roads much faster and can even meet the requirements of Euro VI."
emissions, not to mention improved suspension.”
"You actually have better choices," Wei Ran said subconsciously, "such as Iveco, such as Unimo..."
“It’s just the best choice”
Aladdin said with a smile, "In the Gaza Strip, what we need is an off-road vehicle that can quickly shuttle through the ruins. It does not need a complicated computer system, nor does it need an overly eye-catching appearance. This can give us
Reducing many unnecessary maintenance costs can also help us avoid many unnecessary dangers."
Having said this, Aladdin patted the car door lightly, "And in our childhood memories, this is what an emergency vehicle should look like."
"yes..."
As Wei Ran spoke, he switched gears and increased the speed of the car. He almost ran out of words and said, "We should at least change to an automatic transmission. This will at least make driving more convenient."
"You must have never driven an emergency ambulance."
Aladdin lit a cigarette with a smile, "Manual transmission is the first choice for emergency vehicles."
"I've never driven an ambulance before"
Wei Ran smiled absently, "Aladdin, you look more like an experienced off-road vehicle driver."
"I'm still a general practitioner"
Aladdin smiled and said, "These two identities do not conflict, especially in the dangerous Gaza, where everything is lacking, not only doctors and medicines, but also drivers, fuel and emergency vehicles."
“Same as decades ago”
"Yes, it's the same as it was decades ago."
Aladdin nodded subconsciously, and then fell into silence.
Obviously, this man who was no longer young was reminded of his childhood memories. He just didn't know that he was not the only one who was recalled.
While chatting about the car, Weiran drove the car back to the car modification factory with the help of the navigation system.
"Are you ready to leave now?"
Kurt, who had received the news in advance, was already waiting at the door, "I'm planning to have a good gathering tonight, and Hanward will bring his wife and children with him."
“Next time”
Wei Ran apologized and used the excuse he used when leaving the farm again, "I'm going to visit Mr. Yashar's parents' grave first. When I find the negatives of those photos, I will..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before he could finish his sentence, the phone in his pocket rang with a text message.
"When I find those negatives, I will come to visit you again." Wei Ran said with a normal expression.
"That's...okay"
Kurt and Aladdin looked at each other with their hands spread out, and when they looked at Wei Ran again, their expressions were much more serious, "Victor, finding the negatives of those photos is not as safe as you think, be careful..."
"I'll be careful"
Wei Ran shook hands with the other party again, "Mr. Aladdin just reminded me."
"I already regret it..."
"I've already received half of the commission."
Wei Ran said in a joking tone, "And I am about to receive the other half of the commission, so there is no possibility of regretting this job."
"Anyway, thank you for your willingness to help us." Kurt held Wei Ran's hand tightly and shook it solemnly, "You and your girlfriends are welcome to visit our farm at any time."
"I said, I only have one girlfriend." Wei Ran explained again in vain.
"You don't need to explain this kind of thing to us old guys," Kurt laughed and said, obviously not intending to believe Wei Ran's lies.
Without much exchange of pleasantries, Wei Ran got into the car he rented and left the modification shop while waving goodbye to the two old men, choosing a random direction and driving out.
When the modification factory behind him was completely blocked by the buildings along the way, he slowly pulled over, pulled the handbrake and took out his mobile phone.
The message prompt just now came from a spam text message, but Wei Ran knew that this spam text message meant that Sister Katenka sent him an email.
Instead of rushing to take out the authenticator to see what email the other party had sent, he drove away again. With the help of navigation, he stopped at the door of a local cake shop with a long history, bought a Sachertorte, and then
Bought a large portion of Mozart chocolate balls.
Carrying these small gifts, he drove the car to the entrance of a hotel. Wei Ran checked in unhurriedly, closed the curtains and checked the room very carefully. Then he took out his suitcase and put the two gifts away.
Put it in carefully.
He took out an extra food box and took out the authenticator. When he connected it to his mobile phone and logged into his mailbox and saw the email from Anfiya, his good mood disappeared and he frowned.
In this email, in addition to an audio clip, there are two photos and a text.
He didn't even have time to listen to the audio, let alone read the text. Just those two photos made him realize the seriousness of the problem.
The first photo was taken from a condescending angle before Weiran, Kurt and others walked out of the modification factory at noon yesterday and were about to get into the off-road vehicle.
The angle of the second photo was no different from the previous one, but what was captured was the moment when he drove the off-road vehicle back to the modification factory not long ago and chatted with Kurt at the door.
He was even certain that Anfiya sent an email at most two or three minutes after this photo was taken.
Almost subconsciously, he ducked into the blind spot in the corner and squatted on the floor. Then he continued to browse other contents in the email.
However, what he didn't expect was that the content of this email was actually related to one of his old clients - Mr. Edward, a rich and immoral man from the United Kingdom.
Speaking of which, since she accidentally met Mr. Edward in France last time and got all the clues about his disgusting things, Anfiya has used technical means to monitor the old man's communication tools for a long time (Chapter 1347, 1348, 1373
).
Now, the long period of monitoring has finally yielded unexpected results for everyone.
According to the description in this email, just last night, Mr. Edward received a phone call, and shortly after hanging up the phone, he sent an email.
What caught the attention of the monitoring program were several preset keywords mentioned in English on the phone call: "Victor", "Chinese" and "historian".
When Anphia, who was taking a hot spring bath in the castle, came online urgently, Mr. Edward had already sent the email.
What made Anfiya more vigilant was that the content of the emails sent by Edward were basically some information and photos about Weiran.
He even described in detail in this email the process of hiring Weiyan to help him find an airplane in the desert, as well as his objective evaluation of Weiyan.
Almost subconsciously, Anfiya's curiosity was aroused and she easily invaded the recipient's computer, followed the clues to find another account that sent him the email, and found a photo of her boss in it.
Weiran took out a pair of outdated but safe enough wired headphones and connected them to the authenticator. He turned down the volume and clicked on the call recording.
"Mr. Edward, it seems that you have been in contact with the Chinese historian Victor who appeared in the news recently?"
At the beginning of this recording, a man with a very magnetic American accent asked directly.
“It is true”
In the recording, Edward replied in a British accent, "Mr. Mayhill also wants to hire that Chinese to help you investigate something? I have a pretty good relationship with him, and I can introduce you to each other."
“No need for now”
The man named Mehir still said straightforwardly, "Send me a copy of his detailed information, and by the way, I can objectively evaluate his investigative capabilities."
"No problem" Edward asked in Hebrew, "Can I know what happened?"
"This Chinese is in contact with our target"
Mehir also switched to Hebrew, "If his investigative skills are strong, he might dig out some things that are very troublesome for us."
"What do you need me to do?" Edward asked without thinking.
"Send his information first."
"If we are going to take action against him, we may need your help then," Mehir said.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This is my honor, Mr. Mehir." Edward said, "I will send you the information about the Chinese young man later."
The recording ends here. Obviously, it was Mr. Mayhill who hung up the phone first. This small detail actually implies that his status seems to be higher than that of Edward.
After putting away his headphones, Wei Ran, who was leaning against the corner, just snorted, then stood up with his support on the wall and lay on the bed again.
Obviously, the Mecher who is eyeing him is most likely from the Chair Crack or some wart organizations that have been secretly eyeing Kurt Holler.
He could even guess the approximate location of the candid photographer based on the angles of the two candid photos.
But...is it necessary?
Wei Ran stared blankly at the ceiling above his head and couldn't help but ask a key question. From 1982 to 2020, the span was almost half a century. If it were him, he could have chosen to kill all the suspects once and for all.
to resolve any potential troubles.
He had no doubt that he was fully capable of doing this by staring into Kurt's eyes. Not to mention anything else, as long as he could sneak into the second floor of the workshop and follow the pictures of the certificates in the glass display cabinet, it would be enough.
In fact, as long as the time is chosen well, a fire might be able to wipe out Kurt and all of them.
But since those who were always staring at them did not do this, it was obviously not out of kindness. In this case, their purpose was only those disappeared photo negatives.
Could it be that there is some extremely important, or in other words, extremely fatal key information hidden in those negatives?
It seems that this is the only way to make sense...
Just as Wei Ran was sorting out his thoughts, the cell phone he placed next to the table received another email from Anfiya.
He picked up the phone again and clicked on a new email, but a trace of murderous intent flashed across Wei Ran's face.
The unidentified Mr. Mayhill seemed to be preparing to kidnap Suisui to threaten him. At the same time, he also sent several people who seemed to be preparing to monitor him and to snatch the photo negatives if he found them.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran tapped the screen and replied to an email, "Find an excuse and take Suisui back to Kazan immediately to find out the identity of Mehir."
In less than half a minute, Anfiya replied with an expression like a little fox making an OK gesture, and said "Okay boss".
"I didn't go looking for you, but you showed up at my door..."
Wei Ran snorted coldly as he put away his phone. Originally, he had planned to find an opportunity to secretly release the negatives of those photos through the Hela organization, but now that someone has already paid attention to him first, then
He had to terminate his original plan.
Otherwise, someone will inevitably notice that he, a harmless historian, seems to have the ability to make waves on the Internet.
At that time, if Hela hiding in the shadows is exposed, or more secrets are accidentally involved, then the gain will really outweigh the loss.
What's more, it seems that I need to act more arrogant now to be in line with my current self-satisfied state.
"It seems that this time I have to pull off a pair of lace panties stained with feces and urine with my own hands."
Wei Ran muttered subconsciously, then shook his head angrily, "What the hell kind of bastard came up with this description?"
"Ah! Ah sneeze! Ah sneeze!"
On the outskirts of Murmansk, Dima, who was busy working on a movie set, sneezed twice in succession in the cold wind blowing against his face.
