On the way to find the second cave dug by the weather station, Eric shouted Leo's name at the top of his lungs from time to time, but unfortunately, it was not until they arduously walked five or six kilometers of the mountain road that they finally stopped at the final cave.
At the foot of the peak, no response was heard.
After taking a short rest to relax their bodies, the two moved the sleigh behind a large rock leeward and tied it with ropes. Then they filled up all the kerosene lamps on the sleigh with fuel, and then each carried a dazzling light.
He used a kerosene gas lamp, picked up an ice ax and started climbing halfway up the mountain.
At the southwest corner of the highest peak on Bear Island, there is a gentle slope that winds upward. This gentle slope is not only the main path for snow to roll down the mountain, but also the only path up the mountain.
The only good news is that thanks to the blizzard that has raged for several days, there is not much snow on this gentle slope, at least there is no need to worry about triggering an avalanche and being buried.
But this does not mean absolute safety, especially after they climbed halfway up the mountain, they were no longer covered by the mountain, and the wind speed suddenly accelerated. If they were not careful at this time, they might fall all the way to the bottom of the mountain.
Guided by the hand-drawn map, the two walked and stopped all the way, and finally stopped panting when they reached less than a hundred meters from the top of the mountain.
"That's it... right here"
Eric pointed to an iron gate in front of him that was mostly buried in the snow, and then sat down on the thick snow, "Let... let me take a rest."
Wei Ran, who was equally relaxed, glanced at the two-meter-wide iron door, and then sighed silently.
There is no doubt that no one has been here. Otherwise, at least there would not be so much snow outside the iron gate, let alone so many large and small gravels that have been frozen with the ground.
Soon, Eric, who had come to rest, also realized this. He searched around the area without giving up, and finally asked in a panic, "What...what should we do?"
"Go in and take a look first before talking."
Wei Ran looked at the bare mountain top and replied, "See if there is a radio station inside. If there is, like you said, we can at least try to call the police."
"Yes! That's right! We still have a chance to call the police!"
Hearing this, Eric had a glimmer of hope again. He hurriedly took out the shovel from the bag he was carrying, and urged Wei Ran to help clean up the relatively small amount of snow outside the iron gate.
Compared with the cave in the valley, this cave is much simpler. There are even large and small gaps around the iron gate. In other words, this gate is more just to block the snow.
It's just that there is no chain on it, just a T-shaped iron pin to hold it in place.
After barely clearing away most of the snow, the two of them worked together to open the iron door that was frozen on the ground, but their eyes widened in shock at what they saw.
This cave is not too big, only less than three meters deep. There are two iron shelves on both sides of the uneven rock walls, with wooden boxes placed on them. And on these two iron shelves
In the middle, parked was a half-track motorcycle with its butt pointed outwards and spray-painted with white paint!
But what really surprised them was that in addition to the shelves and half-track motorcycles in the cave, behind the iron door, there were four frozen ice sculptures and headless corpses sitting half side by side against the wall!
Eric subconsciously took a step back, but tripped over the gravel beneath his feet. The kerosene gas lamp in his hand also fell to the ground, shattering the windshield cover above.
After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran quickly straightened the still burning kerosene gas lamp, and then pulled Eric up.
"Why are there corpses here?" Eric asked in surprise.
Wei Ran did not reply, but held a kerosene gas lamp and walked over to the corpses to observe them carefully.
After a long time, he replied, "The hands of these corpses were tied behind their backs, and there were still bullet holes in their chests. Judging from their clothes, they should be people working at the weather station at that time."
"But how did they..." Eric stopped mid-sentence. Apparently, he had vaguely guessed the answer.
"It seems that not many people escaped from this weather station at that time."
As Wei Ran spoke, he used the tip of the ice scraper to pull open the neck collar of a corpse. As expected, there was no soldier card or anything like that on the neck of the corpse. He changed the corpse and turned it over on the other side.
pockets, and no documents were found to prove their identity.
"Jonas' father killed them?" Eric asked in disbelief, "Why? Why did he kill them?"
Wei Ran stood up and replied in an unusually sure tone, "If I had to guess, maybe Jonas's father is not a meteorologist."
"What do you mean?" Eric looked at Wei Ran's back in confusion.
"The meteorological team sent by Germany at that time not only had professionals responsible for weather forecasting, but also had military leaders."
Wei Ran calmed down and continued, "Probably like a bodyguard. Although this description is not accurate, the general direction should be correct."
"So?" Eric asked.
"Compared to the professional staff of these weather teams, the military leaders are obviously more loyal to their leaders. Correspondingly, these people will also receive more severe sanctions after the war. At least, this is what the military leaders at the time should have thought.
of."
Wei Ran turned around, looked at the pale Eric and continued, "So, what is the best way to survive?"
"Kill these people to prevent your true identity from being revealed?" Eric looked at Wei Ran in disbelief, "This is too exaggerated!"
"Maybe the murderer at that time had the intention of pretending to be one of these meteorological workers and returning to Germany using the other person's identity. Otherwise, there would be no need to chop off their heads. Of course, it is also possible that he had many identities."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wei Ran circled the half-track motorcycle in the cave, while rummaging through the wooden boxes on the surrounding shelves, he continued to guess, "The secret is one that only he knows.
It's a secret. Let's assume that the military leader is Professor Jonas's father.
He is a smart man and knows the value of this weather station in the military field. He also knows that the best way to keep the secret of Bear Island is to keep the secret firmly in his own hands. Even Jonas
The work notes left by his father that the professor mentioned may be the work of someone here."
"But in this case, why did he leave the body here? This is not..."
Eric belatedly looked at the headless corpse behind the door, "He wants to prove that he killed these people when necessary to clear himself... No, no, no, he wants to prove that he is one of the dead.
A member?"
Wei Ran looked back at the only one among the headless corpses who was wearing a German uniform, and responded absently, "Maybe, that's why I said that the other person was a smart man. But compared to the truth more than 40 years ago, Eric
, we now have good news.”
"What's the good news?" Eric, who still hadn't recovered from the shock, asked subconsciously.
"This half-track motorcycle"
Wei Ran pointed to the iron knots where the tracks were frozen on the floor of the cave, "I just looked around. Although there are no radio stations or accessories that can be used for radio stations in this cave, if we can start this thing
, maybe it can help us get to the simple dock faster."
"It's been here for almost half a century, are you sure it can still be repaired?" Eric asked with a frown.
"How will you know if you don't try?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he unscrewed the lid of the half-track motorcycle's radiator tank. Fortunately, the water inside had been drained, which was good news.
"But it's such a waste of time to fix it," Eric said reluctantly.
"So Eric, can you ski?" Wei Ran asked the question he had asked when he left the valley.
"Uh... no" Eric awkwardly gave the same answer again.
"So repairing it is not a waste of time. We just walked five kilometers and it took that long. If we want to walk to the dock 20 kilometers away."
Wei Ran paused after saying this, "Of course, I can ski. So to be precise, if you want to walk to the dock 20 kilometers away, maybe by the time you get there, the polar day on Bear Island will be almost over.
.”
"How could it be so exaggerated?" Eric rubbed his face vigorously, "Okay, I'll listen to you, what should we do now?"
"Go down the mountain and bring up the gasoline stove, stainless steel pot and oil drum on the sled." Wei Ran said as he opened the tool box of the half-track motorcycle, "Leave the rest to me."
Eric looked above his head, then at the west side of the island. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and walked out of the cave, "I'll go get what you need."
After sending Eric away, Weiran also paid attention to this weird half-track motorcycle. It was weird because its front wheel was changed to look like a sled. Obviously, this little half-track motorcycle was weird.
The changes are to adapt to the local environment of Bear Island.
In addition, there are several wooden squares under its tracks and sleds. Even in the cargo compartment, which is not big but seems to have a lot of dried blood, there is also a bucket with
Sealed lubricant and a barrel of gasoline.
All this seems to prove that the person who left this half-track motorcycle may have been ready to come back when he left.
He picked up the unopened bucket of lubricant, opened it, and shook it. The slightly sticky texture inside made him worry about whether it could still be used.
At the same time, Wei Ran was also secretly wondering whether the reason why the person who left here alive was planning to come back here was for the same purpose as Professor Jonas's escape not long ago.
On the other hand, since that person had made so many preparations, why didn't he come back, or to be more precise, did he ever come back?
