Chapter 296 Its not just touching, nor is it all conspiracy
The desolate simple dock was illuminated by kerosene lamps and the headlights of half-track motorcycles. Seeing that Eric had calmed down, Wei Ran sighed and motioned for the other person's help to carry the carcasses of the two reindeer onto the sleigh.
"What are you going to do?" Eric looked at Wei Ran blankly and asked.
"Stay alive"
Wei Ran pointed to the surging aurora above his head, "Whether we find the real murderer or return to the Norwegian mainland alive, we must persist here long enough. There is not much food reserve at the weather station.
Now, these two reindeer will allow us to hold on longer."
"I'm going to wait for Leo here," Eric said stubbornly.
"Perhaps Leo has already gone to the weather station?" Weiran once again gave the other party a false target.
"Yes, he will definitely go to the weather station to find me! Let's go back to the weather station!"
Eric, who was at a loss, thought for a while, picked up a piece of reindeer skin and spread it out. Then he took out a pencil from his bag, wrote something on the hairless side of the reindeer skin, and then took it off his neck.
scarf and tied it to the sleigh.
Too lazy to ask what Eric, who seemed to have been abandoned by everyone, wrote this time, Wei Ran called for help and moved the body of one of the reindeer to the sled with difficulty, and then carried the body of the other reindeer onto the half-track.
The motorcycle is not too big and is tied to the cargo bed.
"Let's go"
Wei Ran signaled Eric to get in the car, turned the accelerator, and drove the severely overloaded old antique, dragging the also overloaded sleigh, and slowly advanced on the snowy field.
Eric, who was sitting on the carcass of a reindeer, wrapped the animal skin blanket tightly around him and fell silent looking at the 1911 pistol he had just picked up in his hand. From time to time, he would also raise the telescope he had just picked up to look at.
Take a look at the surrounding environment.
However, on Bear Island, shrouded in polar night, the only thing he could see were the auroras that had fascinated him so much.
Putting down the telescope, Eric took out the hand-cranked radio he found on the sled and put it to his ear, and at the same time began to slowly shake the power lever on it.
Amidst the tingling noise, he could barely hear the Norwegian Christmas songs coming from the radio channel and the various blessings read out by the radio host. He tried changing the channel, put the radio to his ear and continued to shake it.
Hope you can hear some useful news from it.
However, the signal that this palm-sized radio could receive was really limited. Most of the time, what he heard were all kinds of meaningless noises, as well as Soviet radio stations that he couldn't understand at all.
Under the slow dragging of the half-track, it took the two more than two hours to rush back to the weather station valley. But to Eric's disappointment, the iron door of the cave was still locked.
It was open, with no trace of it being opened at all.
Seeing the desperate Eric walking into the cave, Wei Ran gave up the idea of asking for help and pushed the carcasses of the two reindeer onto the snow alone. Then he took out the anti-Japanese machete from the metal book and roughly cut the frozen corpse into pieces.
The frozen reindeer decomposed into large and small pieces of meat.
He didn't even waste the reindeer's internal organs. He took them all out one by one and threw them aside to freeze. It was when he was decomposing the reindeer meat that Wei Ran accidentally discovered the bullets still stuck in the meat.
Although these bullets have been deformed, they can still be distinguished as fat .45 pistol bullets.
This further confirmed Wei Ran's previous suspicion. Since the two reindeer were killed by pistols, it was even more unlikely that Leo had done it.
Looking up at the direction of the cave, Wei Ran moved all the pieces of meat on the floor and other things on the sled inside, then cleaned the radiator tank on the half-track motorcycle, and then walked into the warm interior of the cave.
In the warm cave illuminated by kerosene lamps, Eric was busy taking photos of weather data with his camera, as if he wanted to numb himself with work.
Wei Ran sighed, picked up the hand-cranked radio on the table and looked at it, then looked at the two radio stations by the stove. After thinking about it, he picked up the screwdriver he found earlier and took apart the radio.
, and began to try to assemble a large radio.
Compared with repairing the radio station itself, this modification work is much simpler. After Weiran started the fuel generator outside the wooden door and connected the power to the circuits on the table, the removed radio speaker also sounded a tingling sound.
of noise.
The movement here naturally attracted Eric's attention, and he immediately put down his work and came over.
Wei Ran looked at the other party, then gently turned the knob to adjust the radio channel. With the help of the antennas of the two previous radio stations that extended all the way to the outside of the cave, the signal of this radio was much better, and it took no effort at all.
A signal from the All-Soviet Radio Station was received.
Before Weiran had finished listening to the Soviet songs on the station, Eric started to turn the knob and changed to a Norwegian channel that Weiran could not understand. Fortunately, this channel was also playing songs, although he could not understand the lyrics.
, but at least I can hear a melody.
Seeing that Eric had diverted his attention, Wei Ran put aside his worries for the time being and started busy preparing to get some food. He also thought about telling the other party his previous analysis and guesses after he calmed down a bit.
Eric, who was behind him, had already changed the channel of the radio station and listened carefully to what the host on the radio was saying in Norwegian. At the same time, his expression became more and more serious.
pale.
Turning to look at Wei Ran, who was heating the food he had prepared, Eric gently picked up the pistol on the table and pressed the muzzle of the gun, which still had blood stains, against his chin.
"Leo is not a murderer" Eric said with tears streaming down his face.
"Of course he didn't kill anyone...What are you going to do?"
Wei Ran looked up and was startled. He threw away the small stainless steel pot he was about to put on the stove and ran over.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, before he could touch the other person's body, Eric had already closed his eyes and pulled the trigger with unusual simplicity!
"boom!"
The deafening gunfire echoed in the warm cave for a long time, and the lifeless Eric fell to the floor. At the same time, a strong white light also filled Wei Ran's vision.
"Why...why did you commit suicide?"
When he recovered from his shock, he found that he had returned to the bedroom on the second floor of the studio.
Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal book automatically stopped on page 14, and the metal quill wrote the following story under the black and white photo as if no one else was there:
Conspiracy under the polar night
Leo, a gold prospector, was shot dead by his best friend Captain Martin on December 17, 1988. He used the radio to send a distress message, framing Leo to kill Professor Jonas and then escaped on another boat.
Captain Martin, Professor Jonas, died on December 17, 1988, when his fishing boat hit an ice floe.
Eric committed suicide on December 21, 1988, after mistaking the radio station's arrest warrant for Leo and burning all the meteorological data in a cave left behind by the weather station. His body was discovered in the summer of 1989 and was passed down by his family.
Bring it back.
At this point, the metal quill pen started another line and wrote briefly, "For the treasure, some people choose to weave lies, some choose to betray their friends, and some people waver in desperate situations after choosing to trust."
Under Wei Ran's gaze, the page turned to the back, and the metal quill pen continued to write under the slowly rotating red vortex, "Your cooking skills are actually as good as Leo."
After being stunned, Wei Ran was about to reach out and take out the things in the red vortex, but found that the metal quill pen continued to write on the blank page 15:
Not all stories are touching, and not all stories contain conspiracy, but the characters in each story were once a living life.
When the photographer behind the camera presses the shutter, what should he insist on in his heart: justice, kindness or objective truth? Those people forgotten by history, do they insist on justice, kindness or their own beliefs or dreams until death? The people in front and behind the camera
What price did the characters pay for their inner perseverance?
As he wrote this, the metal quill paused for a moment, and then a red and blue vortex appeared directly below the text.
Under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal quill pen wrote under the quill pen, "Ten times of survival reward, ten thousand kilometers warranty."
By the time the metal quill hit the table with a clang, he had already roughly guessed what the reward was.
Carrying the metal book and rolling downstairs, Wei Ran checked the locked rolling shutter door, and then took out the contents of the red vortex.
What made him dumbfounded was that what was contained in the red vortex was a Heinze pancake oven and matching stainless steel pot that were used on Bear Island. And in the stainless steel pot, there was actually a small piece of stinky bread.
Baked pickled herring.
"Compared to pickled herrings, am I as good a cook as Leo?"
Wei Ran couldn't help but picked up the lighter-sized piece of fish meat in the small stainless steel pot and stuffed it into his mouth with the strangely sour fish meat.
After eating the gift that Eric left for him, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, resisting the rising nausea, and then summoned the ten survival reward items.
Both expected and unexpected, the reward this time is really the half-track motorcycle. However, the white-painted half-track front wheels are not the sled but the original normal wheels. At the same time, on the driver's seat
, there is also a thick and heavy polar bear skin, and in its back compartment, there are rolled canvas tents and reindeer skin blankets.
"Earn money with blood!"
Wei Ran circled around and observed the half-track motorcycle, which was almost in factory condition. Then, as if remembering something, he opened the metal book again and took out the only thing inside from the paper bag next to the black and white photo.
of a negative.
Looking at the light on the workbench, the content of this film is not the meteorological data, but the scene when they celebrated the discovery together in the cave. Not only is there no shadow of Weiyan in this film, there is even
Even this negative was not taken by him or any of the other three people.
It's a pity that shortly after this photo, Eric and others had completely different experiences but reached the same destination.
