Chapter 259 The second floor of Gubijing Pasta Restaurant
In the quiet room, Charlotte put down the letter. Then she took out the envelope from the can with Carlo's name on it and opened it.
Soon, all five letters on the table were read through, and Charlotte pieced together what happened in the depths of the North African desert in December 1941 from the letters written by his father Harry to all his friends.
Everything, and all the truth about the treasure.
"It turns out that the treasure turned out to be..." Charlotte got stuck mid-sentence. He really didn't know how to describe the treasure.
"At least for Mr. Harry and his friends, this is indeed a unique treasure, isn't it?"
Charlotte couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, "Indeed, for my father, this is indeed a treasure, a treasure that he never found until his death."
There was silence in the living room for a while. Herbert, who did not understand Italian, gently touched the heel of Wei Ran's shoe with the heel of his leather shoe. Unfortunately, the ungrateful latter did not bother to translate to him what they were talking about.
After a long time, Charlotte carefully put all the things on the table into the open tin cans, and then put the cans into the wooden box. Then she said to Wei Ran, "Victor, I want to ask you to help me look for it."
Those recipients, see if any of them are still alive. Of course, I will pay a commission that satisfies you."
"At least the reporter Pell is no longer here." Wei Ran paused, wrote down the metal notebook, and briefly told the follow-up story about Pioneer reporter Pell.
"Where are the others?" Charlotte asked.
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "I need to check if the others are still there. I didn't expect that soldiers from three countries would be involved in this treasure."
"Then I'll leave this matter to you." After Charlotte said this, she changed the subject, "I heard Sophie say, are you going to bring a few friends over to play?"
"We do have this plan, probably in July or August."
Wei Ran secretly said that it was indeed the case. When he told the red-haired girl named Feng Shufen from China about this matter, firstly, he really wanted to help Suisui find a tourist attraction suitable for summer. Secondly, this was also the main reason.
Just to see if that girl was sent by Charlotte to spy on him.
But now that the so-called treasure has come to light, and Charlotte has spoken out about it so frankly, then naturally this matter has been revealed.
"Let me know in advance when the time comes, and I will help you arrange everything."
Charlotte said sincerely, "Thanks to you this time, I was able to find these things. Although they are a bit different from what I originally expected, I have to admit that this is indeed a treasure."
"Then I'm not welcome."
Wei Ran agreed happily, and then said, "Mr. Charlotte, I have been staying here for a week. If there is nothing else, I am ready to go back."
"In this case, I will ask Herbert to send it to you." Charlotte said without hesitation.
From this point of view, Feng Shufen, the red-haired girl who had been working as a tour guide for Wei Ran in the past few days, was indeed right. This strange old man was more Finnish than Finnish and did not want to socialize at all.
However, before Charlotte could speak to Herbert, the old man in camouflage uniforms who had been sitting in the corner spoke. He said in standard Italian, "Charlotte, let me send him off."
Let's go to the airport, I'm about to go back to Edinburgh."
"Okay, then I'll trouble you."
Charlotte seemed to have extra trust in this old man. While speaking, she stood up, hugged the wooden box, and walked to the study room while saying, "Victor, wait a moment, I have some gifts for you."
"Isn't this old man quite generous?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, easily overturning the evaluation he had just made of him in his mind.
Only three to five minutes later, Charlotte walked out of the study and handed a set of silver moka pots in a wooden box to Wei Ran, "Take it, this is what my father brought home after he came back from the war."
The flagship product of the silverware workshop."
"Thank you for your gift, I like it very much."
Wei Ran glanced at the contents of the wooden box and then gently closed the lid. In addition to a set of silver Moka pots specially used for making Italian coffee and a coffee powder can of the same material, there were six other items in the box.
bone china mug with tray.
"I'm very happy that you can say that," Charlotte said, handing Wei Ran a check, "This fifty thousand pounds is the cost of your investigation. Young man, I'm waiting for your good news, and I'm also waiting for your next visit.
Come and be a guest at Fort Augustus.”
"I'm also looking forward to this day. So, Mr. Charlotte, goodbye."
Wei Ran happily put away the check and followed Matt, the taciturn old man in camouflage uniforms, to leave the room on the second floor. As for Herbert, he was left behind by Charlotte. Unfortunately, Wei Ran didn't understand at all.
It's an English word, so I have no idea what they are talking about.
After taking a ride to Edinburgh, Weiyan waited for a while before boarding the flight to Germany.
He was originally planning to go to Finland to ask Alexander about ammunition, but when he spoke to Jima a few days ago, he learned that all the actors there have been cast and the script has been revised, except for every half-month
They are going to Finland for a week of performance training. Now everyone has gone back to their homes. Only Mr. Noah is left in Finland. Even Ralph has returned to Germany to manage their gallery.
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Although he missed the opportunity to get some high-precision ammunition by acting in a movie, Wei Ran didn't care. Alexander couldn't run away anyway. At worst, he could just follow them and watch the excitement when they gather in Finland next time.
Naturally, he chose to fly to Germany to show Charlotte. After all, all the clues came from German reporter Pell. Now that the other party wants him to continue investigating the whereabouts of the rest of the people, what he wants to see is, of course, Wei Ran.
Will leave immediately.
But in fact, there was no need to rush this matter. After all, it was clearly written in the metal book, and the specific location of the building called "Gubijing Pasta Restaurant" was also given. All he needed to do was
Go over and take a look, and after a while, when you have thought of an excuse, you can tell Charlotte the location of the restaurant.
When the plane landed in Berlin, Wei Yan did not stay. He just waited at the airport for a few hours before boarding the flight to Turin, Italy. When the plane landed again, it was already noon on the second day after he left the UK.
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He randomly found a hotel to rest for the night, and early the next morning, Wei Ran, dressed in disguise, rushed to the address recorded on the metal book.
In this city, which is close to the Alps and filled with red-roofed houses almost everywhere, Wei Ran spent a whole day leisurely visiting several famous attractions before finally catching up with the sun as it set.
, stopped at a street corner next to the University of Milan.
Glancing at the shop guarding the corner, Wei Ran had a look of surprise on his face. The signboard on this shop was indeed "Gubijing Pasta Restaurant". The shape of the building also matched the one he had been taken out of by the metal book.
It's exactly the same as what I saw before I was sent back from the North African battlefield.
But the locked rolling shutter door, as well as the rental phone number and various small advertisements for prostitution posted on the rolling shutter door, imply that this place has not been open for business for a long time.
Looking around, not only is it close to the university, but not far away is the church, and there is even a large public parking lot next to the church. No matter what is done in this area, it stands to reason that the business will not be too bad.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the rental phone number on the rolling shutter door. Then he strolled into the busy burger restaurant next door and ordered some food to fill his stomach.
He waited until dark, looked at the locked Gubijing Pasta Restaurant again, and finally took a taxi back to the hotel.
In the blink of an eye, early the next morning, Wei Ran, who had been staying in the hotel, used the landline in the room to call the rental number on the rolling shutter door. To his surprise, the person who answered the phone turned out to have a milky voice.
, a little boy who speaks quite politely.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Wei Ran said directly, "Kid, I'm going to rent that Gubijing pasta restaurant. Did I call the wrong number?"
The little boy on the other end of the phone replied seriously, "Sir, if you are talking about the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant next to the University of Milan, then I think you must have made a typo."
"Can you decide whether to rent that restaurant to me?"
"Of course not," the little boy said in a coquettish voice, "but you can go to the restaurant and wait there first. I and the person who can decide will be there in half an hour."
"Then I'll go to Gubijing Restaurant and wait. Little guy, what's your name?" Wei Ran finally asked.
"Matthew, sir, what should I call you?" the little boy asked instead.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran replied, "Nicholas, my name is Nikolai."
"Then we'll see you in half an hour"
"See you in half an hour," Wei Ran said, and waited until a busy signal came from the receiver before hanging up the phone.
Pulling the curtains and turning on the lights in the room, Wei Ran took out the temporary hair dye he bought yesterday from his suitcase and changed his hair to brown. Then he used medical tape to change his face shape, and finally even his skin color became harmonious.
Not unlike the locals, he put on the contact lenses that changed the color of his pupils, changed into a suit and left the hotel.
When he took a taxi and rushed to Gubijing Pasta Restaurant again, he found that outside the locked rolling shutter door, there was a girl who looked like she had just graduated from college, using a small shovel to clean the food stuck to the door.
Various advertisements were not far away from her, and a rather cute little boy with naturally curly hair was carefully wiping the dusty floor-to-ceiling windows with a large towel.
In the middle of what seemed to be a brother and sister, there was a washed and whitened rucksack and an old skateboard on the cleaned bench.
"Are you Mr. Matthew?" Wei Ran walked up to the little boy with natural curly hair, squatted down and asked.
"I'm not old enough to be called sir yet." The little boy showed a sunny smile, "So are you Mr. Nicholas who called me?"
"Yes, I am the Nicholas who called you." Wei Ran smiled and extended his hand to the other party.
"Aunt Monica, this is Mr. Nicholas who is going to rent our restaurant."
The little boy named Matthew shook hands with Wei Ran in a serious manner, then raised his head and spoke to the rather awkward girl standing aside.
aunt?
Wei Ran glanced at the girl holding a small shovel in surprise, then came back to his senses and said seriously, "Hello, Monica, the location of this store is very good, I want to go in and have a look, if possible
If so, maybe I'll rent it."
"Then come in and take a look."
The introverted Italian girl sighed after speaking, then placed the small shovel in her hand on the bench beside the door, and then laboriously lifted the half-cleaned rolling shutter door.
After seeing the scene inside, the expression on Wei Ran's face turned into astonishment. The restaurant seemed to have been hit by a fire. No, it was indeed hit by a fire, because several tables in the restaurant had fire marks.
traces below.
"Is this... a fire?" Wei Ran asked in shock.
The girl named Monica nodded, but had no intention of explaining. Instead, the little boy next to her, Matthew, took the initiative and said, "It happened two years ago. There was a fire in the kitchen due to some accidents. The fire burned
A lot of things were broken, even the chef we hired..."
"Matthew" the girl named Monica whispered to the little boy who had no stage fright and didn't know what to say and what not to say.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But not long after Matthew shut up, the girl named Monica, after a brief hesitation, still said truthfully, "That fire burned
A chef died, if you mind..."
"If you don't mind, can I go in and have a look?" Wei Ran asked before the other party finished speaking.
Monica looked at Wei Ran in astonishment, then turned to look at Matthew whose face was full of surprise, and then nodded vigorously.
Stepping into the almost smoky restaurant, Wei Ran walked into the kitchen along the burnt door frame.
The kitchen area is not large, and the inside has been cleaned very clean, but traces of the fire can still be seen on the roof.
After visiting the kitchen, Wei Ran returned to the restaurant, and walked into the bar counter that also had burnt marks to take a look. It had also been cleaned, and accordingly, nothing was left at all.
"Mr. Nicholas, we still have the second floor, do you want to go up and have a look?" Seeing Wei Ran's disappointed look, the little guy Matthew quickly said, "The upstairs is as big as the downstairs, and the fire did not burn it.
Second floor.”
"Should I go up by myself or do you guys accompany me?" Wei Ran looked at Matthew and asked.
"I'll accompany you," Matthew said without thinking.
"You can just go by yourself" Monica gave the completely opposite answer at the same time.
"Then I'll go up by myself." Wei Ran touched Matthew's fluffy roll, and then walked up the stairs against the wall to the second floor.
Compared to the miserable situation on the first floor, the second floor still retains a strong military atmosphere. Among other things, there are many photos of soldiers hanging on the wall next to the stairs.
Standing at the entrance of the stairs, I looked at the room on the second floor. As Matthew said, this room is indeed the same size as the one downstairs, and even the layout is somewhat similar. However, it is decorated into a room filled with various military photos and military flags.
small bar.
On the bar facing the stairs, a conspicuous anti-war symbol was nailed on with the soldier cards issued by Germany and Italy during World War II. Even on the background wall behind the bar, there are two very familiar pictures of Wei Ran hanging on it.
group photo.
Looking at the soldiers from the three countries frozen in the enlarged black and white photo, and the sincere smiles on their faces, Wei Ran sat silently on the high stool next to the bar.
Taking out the silver flask containing whiskey from the metal book, Wei Ran gently unscrewed the lid inlaid with Lydian gold coins, gestured towards the people in the photo, and murmured something that only he could
The voice was heard saying, "Cheers to our friendship."
