After breakfast on the second day after returning from Inta, the wealthy French woman Kou Kou and others who came over to visit Kazan arrived in Kazan in a mighty civilian armored vehicle driven by Baba Yaga amid the warm greetings of Wei Ran and Sui Sui.
At the airport, everyone is preparing to go back to their homes.
After sending these girls away, the house suddenly became much quieter.
It's a pity that this day falls on a Monday, and Suisui is busy dealing with the backlog of work, so the only ones who can accompany Weiran to kill time are the dog Beria and the two dogs because the weather is getting colder.
He became increasingly unwilling to leave the two-meter-long big-eared fox around the fireplace, and the increasingly muscular black-faced lamb.
With nothing to do, Wei Ran simply took a bucketful of camping equipment and drove to Jima's village unhurriedly.
He deliberately drove around in circles all the way, but when he saw that there was not even a tail behind him, he gave up completely and drove the car into the village. As usual, he greeted Jima's parents and gave him some small gifts brought back from China, which he packed in the cargo compartment.
He picked up some chopped firewood and drove to the exclusive campsite left for him.
Slowly he set up the inflatable tent he brought with him, and with a burst of war horses neighing, Wei Ran took out the biting black horse from the metal book.
"It's not bad, I didn't starve to death."
Wei Ran patted the biting horse's round belly and felt a little relieved. He was really worried that the animal would starve to death if it stayed in the metal book for too long.
After soothing his dumb comrade, he got on his horse, gently touched the horse's belly and walked into the dense winter forest.
It wasn't until the occasional gunfire coming from the direction of the shooting range behind him was completely blocked by the messy vegetation in the forest that he dismounted, gently stroked the black horse's neck, and then put it away.
After turning left and right, Wei Ran sighed, found a tree to lean against and sat down slowly, took out the metal book and opened it, turning to the page that preserved the beautiful dream of Edelweiss.
"well..."
With a tired sigh, Wei Ran put his hand into the hazy white edelweiss.
The next second, the ignition and the metal book disappeared without a trace, leaving only a dry birch leaf slowly falling from the top of the head.
When the white light faded, Wei Ran once again sat on the single sofa at the door of the cabin. On his wrist, a reset Soviet Wrigley watch also appeared, and at his feet,
There is an extra suitcase.
"Are you here too?"
Wei Ran looked at the biting black horse wandering blindly on the pasture in the distance in astonishment.
At this time, the horse had no reins and no saddle. It looked completely naked and free of charge.
And looking at the way it is enjoying itself and not thinking about it, you can tell that it seems to be living a pretty good life here.
While he was watching the biting horse having fun, Clara in her nightgown also opened the door and walked over.
"Did you bring Mozart chocolate balls and Sachertorte?"
Clara said, already sitting on another single sofa, placing the coffee she brought on the table, holding her chin with one hand and looking at Wei Ran expectantly, and said, “Yesterday you promised to come with me
Planting trees."
“brought”
Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the suitcase at his feet, opened it on the coffee table, took out the Mozart chocolate balls and Sacher cakes and placed them on the table.
"Did you ride that black horse?"
Clara pointed to the biting horse rolling around in the distance and asked, "What's its name?"
"name..."
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then handed the cake to the other party and replied casually, "Tyson, his name is Tyson, and he is a war horse."
"Can I try to ride it later?"
Clara asked expectantly, and then as if she had remembered something, she asked with a trace of panic, "Are you...going to join the war again?"
"Yes...yes"
Wei Ran nodded, raised his finger and pointed at the black horse in the distance, "With it."
"Tell me about your experience on the battlefield."
Clara put down the cake in her hand, poured a cup of coffee for Wei Ran and said, "Then we will plant trees. My grandfather has brought cedar saplings."
"OK..."
Wei Ran sighed, and while gently rubbing the dial of the Soviet watch on his wrist, he murmured, "This time I met a friend who fought with me a long time ago on the battlefield. His name is Li Sui'an, but things have to start from a
Speaking of the hunter named Hu Bazhi..."
While Wei Ran was mumbling in his dream, the world outside the dream did not press the pause button.
That afternoon, an inconspicuous van slowly drove into the underground garage of the notorious Konis Mental Hospital in Kaliningrad. After unloading a European-style wooden coffin, it simply drove out of the underground garage.
When the iron garage door behind her was completely closed, Ms. Page, who had just left Kazan yesterday, also walked out of the shadow of the load-bearing pillar.
"Mr. Ulrich, please help check it out."
Ms. Page said politely to an old man next to her who looked to be almost fifty years old.
Hearing this, the old man standing behind Ms. Page walked to the edge of the coffin, removed the carabiner attached to the temporary lock tongue, and gently opened the solid wood coffin lid.
In this coffin, lay Mr. Mecher, who was completely naked, with only a mask covering key parts.
After careful inspection with a flashlight, the old man named Urich straightened up and said, "He is already an idiot in the literal sense. There is a smell of garlic in his mouth. I must have used excessive amounts of truth on him on purpose."
agent, but I guess it's just confusion."
Having said this, Ulrich carefully opened Mehil's upper eyelids and checked again before confirming, "I knew it was damage to the white matter in the prefrontal lobe. Looking at him like this, I'm afraid his intelligence level is not even close to what I raised."
Not as good as Mudu."
"Is there no way to recover?" Page asked casually.
"If I can cure him, maybe the Nobel Prize in Medicine will come to the prefrontal lobe white matter again." Urich said helplessly.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What do you mean?"
"The 1949 Nobel Prize in Medicine was awarded to frontal lobotomy surgery, which was the best way to treat mental illness at the time."
Urich explained helplessly, "But in fact, doing this will most likely only create a perfect idiot."
"Can you tell whose style it is?" Page asked reluctantly.
“Can’t see”
Urich shook his head, "At that time, this therapy was being used throughout Europe and North America to treat patients with mental illnesses and homosexuals. Even Rosemary, the sister of Mr. Kennedy, the American president, underwent this meaningless surgery."
"The United States is not good"
Ms. Page shook her head helplessly and asked, "How long can he live?"
"It depends on how long the person who messed with his brain wants him to live."
Urich said with an extremely sober mind, "If the instruments were not sterilized on purpose, he might die of infection in a few days."
“It seems we don’t have much time left.”
Ms. Page's tone became increasingly helpless, "Use him to set a trap, Ulrich. Send a message to the stray dogs and ask them if they are interested in redeeming Mehir."
"Then what?" Ulrich asked subconsciously, "We negotiate with them with such a pile of rotten meat?"
"Negotiation? I don't have time."
As she spoke, Ms. Page had already walked to the stairwell leading to the ground not far away, "Turning all the stray dogs who came to rescue Mr. Mecier into idiots, according to Mr. Mecier's standards."
"This matter..."
"I have my plan." Before Ms. Page could finish her words, she had already walked into the stairwell.
In Clara's dream, Wei Ran, who had finished talking about his battle experience, was already carrying two buckets of water, and climbed up the small high ground again behind Clara, who was carrying a sapling in one hand and a shovel in the other.
"Anyway, they were reunited in the end."
Clara comforted, "Victor, let's plant trees, and by the way, how about telling us about the article you decided to memorize?"
"I just memorized a little bit of the beginning."
Wei Ran said, already picking up the shovel, "The first anniversary of the Great Anti-Japanese War, July 7th is coming soon..."
As Wei Ran recited, a sufficiently deep and spacious earth pit was gradually dug out.
"I've only recited it here, and I haven't had time to memorize the rest yet." Wei Ran said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter"
Clara said, putting the thin sapling into the watered soil pit, and while Wei Ran was backfilling the soil, she said, "If you have the chance to meet the children, give them the article you mentioned.
Just one. If the war is not over yet, I guess they will need this the most."
Hearing this, Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I will give them a copy."
"Continue to tell the story you didn't finish yesterday." Clara, who was holding the sapling, took the initiative to change the topic and asked.
"Where did we talk about last time?" Wei Ran asked, changing the topic.
"That abandoned castle, and the girl who seems to be in love with you." Clara said with great interest.
'She didn't survive'
As Wei Ran spoke, he made a ridge with soil around the tree pit, poured a bucket of water over it, and then lay down side by side on the grass with Clara, sharing the chocolate balls and cakes he brought while continuing to talk.
The story about the abandoned castle.
Finally, the sun gradually set and the sky became darker little by little. The hands on the dials of the two watches on their wrists gradually converged at 12 o'clock until they completely overlapped.
"Next time...what do you need me to bring you tomorrow?" Wei Ran finally asked.
"It's enough to come back alive." Clara showed a bright and reassuring smile in the rising white light.
When the white light in front of him faded, Wei Ran returned to the tree. At this time, the forest was completely dark, and even tiny snowflakes were floating above his head.
Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, took out his flashlight, turned it on, and walked towards the campsite in the night.
However, almost as soon as he walked out of the forest, a voice in the distance suddenly said in German, "Mr. Victor, please raise your hands, otherwise I will shoot."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling beam of light hit Wei Ran straight in the face from the rear of the armored pickup truck, causing him to squint his eyes.
