Under the leadership of teacher Dalia, he left the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and the uneven Red Square. Wei Ran took the key handed over by the other party and got into an inconspicuous old car. Under the guidance of Dalia, Wei Ran
We drove all the way to the southwest and finally stopped under a circular apartment building that can also be called a Moscow landmark.
This ring-shaped apartment with an inner diameter of over 150 meters is also of considerable origin. It was originally designed and built for the 1980 Moscow Olympics. The original drawings included five ring-shaped buildings of the same size.
However, after the first circle was completed, these architects with brains larger than the Soviet Union realized that they did not have enough money. Although the installation B failed, fortunately, at least the first circle was repaired, and now
Although the Soviet Union is gone, the ring-shaped apartment has been preserved. And judging from the cars parked downstairs, it is obvious that many people still live here.
Wei Ran followed Dalia out of the car obediently, went upstairs, and finally stopped outside an old security door on the top floor.
"Teacher Dalia, where is this place?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
Teacher Dalia did not answer, but took out a key from her pocket and opened the security door, signaling Wei Ran to follow her in.
Different from the buildings in the late Soviet period that Wei Ran remembered, this room is much larger, with a typical three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom.
However, the various furniture in this room looked particularly old and plain, and on the floor facing the entrance, there was a crate box over one meter long without a lid.
There are not many things in this crate that is not too big. Lying on a neatly stacked Soviet cloak is an SVT40 semi-automatic rifle with an optical sight, a telescope and a Soviet helmet from World War II.
Issued steel helmet.
Under Wei Ran's gaze, Dalia took out a semi-automatic rifle and handed it to Wei Ran. It was only then that he noticed that on the hollow ring at the end of the charging handle of the gun, there were actually two simple-looking weapons.
silver ring.
On the left side of the wooden butt, there are four "卌"-shaped notches and one "Chuan"-shaped notch. On the right side of the wooden butt, there are two rows of a total of 14 five-pointed stars.
If these are used to record achievements, then this gun has killed a total of 37 enemies? Although this number is not as good as those of the so-called "Top Ten Snipers of World War II", it is still considered terrifying.
Before Wei Ran could ask, Teacher Dalia introduced, "The male owner of this house passed away two months ago. According to his will, the contents of this wooden box include this house and some other items."
Everything was donated to the Central Museum of the Patriotic War, five kilometers away.
The only condition is to investigate the story behind the contents of this wooden box before the first anniversary of his death. Victor, this is your job. In addition, as I told you before, your investigation time limit is up.
in February next year.”
"Just by investigating these things, can I become a museum consultant?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion, "Is the other party a veteran of World War II? This does not sound like a difficult job."
"Although my understanding and interpretation of history may not be as professional as yours, this is not an easy task."
Dalia shook her head and explained, "The male owner of this house was born after the war. Before his retirement, he was a construction engineer who participated in the construction of this apartment. As for these things in our hands, they were actually left by his father during his lifetime.
But according to the museum’s investigation, his father had no military service experience due to congenital leg disabilities.”
"Just these clues?"
Wei Ran asked, fiddling with the rifle he still held in his hand. This gun was not unfamiliar to him, and could even be said to be familiar to him. After all, there was a similar gun in the metal book.
Dalia took out a folded kraft paper file bag from her bag and handed it over, "Here is some information about the donor's father. Although it is not much, it may be of some help."
"No more?" Wei Ran put the rifle in his hand against the wall, reached out and took the file bag and asked.
Dalia spread her hands and said, "If there are more clues, the museum will not exchange them for a formal consultant title."
When Wei Ran heard this, he did not respond in a hurry. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the long wooden box. After looking at the semi-automatic rifle placed against the wall again, he carefully took out a telescope from the box.
The right barrel of this 6X30 magnification telescope seems to have been penetrated by a bullet. The front objective lens has been shattered, and there is an obvious bullet hole in the rear half of the barrel wall.
Putting the telescope aside, he picked up the steel helmet again, which was an SSH-40 steel helmet distributed in large quantities by the Soviet Red Army during World War II.
It can be seen that the original owner has preserved it extremely well. Not only is there not much rust on the helmet, but even the paint and scratches left on it are clearly visible.
Turning the helmet over, Wei Ran couldn't help but frown. Clear black stains could be seen on the three-piece artificial leather suspension and canvas webbing on the inside of the helmet. At the same time, there were clear black stains on the brim of the hat and the one almost touching the back of the head.
There is also an inconspicuous defect on the edge.
After looking at Teacher Dalia standing aside, Wei Ran put the helmet on his head, and then raised the telescope in front of his eyes.
With just such a simple action, even Teacher Dalia standing aside could tell that the owner of the helmet and telescope was probably sniped at that time. After the bullet passed through the objective lens barrel and the copper cover at the rear end,
It is very likely that the edge of the "brim" that continued to stick to the helmet hit the face of the soldier who once wore the helmet, and even left a bullet hole the size of a little finger on the artificial leather suspension on the other end of the helmet.
He took off his helmet and put it in the wooden box together with the telescope in his hand. Wei Ran picked up the neatly stacked Soviet canvas cloak at the bottom of the crate and unfolded it. This cloak also had residual traces of oxygenated blood left on it.
There were black stains on his chest, but on his chest, there was a gold brooch in the shape of a sunflower, the size of a Chinese dime.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In addition, there seems to be something written in black writing on the place where the brooch is pinned, but I don’t know if it has been wet by water or something.
Time has passed so long that the not-so-long handwriting has been blurred, and only one or two mottled letters can be seen.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran put everything back in its place and closed the cover next to the crate. After thinking silently for a moment, he stood up and asked, "I can take these things with me."
?"
"Send it back to Volgograd?" Darya asked, lighting up a cigarette and puffing out the smoke.
"certainly"
Wei Ran smiled and answered in the affirmative, "I have a lot of historical archives preserved in my studio. Although they are not as good as the Central Museum of the Great Patriotic War, I can't investigate them here, right?"
Dalia nodded indifferently upon hearing this, "These things will be delivered to your studio within two days."
"So I came all the way from Volgograd to Moscow just to visit here?"
"Of course not." Dalia pointed to several other rooms, "I thought you would look for clues in this house. After all, that's what the people at the museum did at the time."
"Forget it, this is not a murder scene, and I'm not a detective. If clues can be found in this house, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to come over." Wei Ran teased his colleagues, half jokingly and half seriously.
Teacher Dalia took one last look at the crate on the floor, took Wei Ran out of the room, locked the security door, and walked downstairs while saying, "In addition to this, there are other things that make you come to Moscow.
There’s another thing.”
"What's going on?" Wei Ran, who was following behind, asked in confusion.
Teacher Dalia was not in a hurry to explain, but waited until the two of them went downstairs and got into the car, and then said, "Some people will invest in our film studio the day after tomorrow, and I need you to appear for a few interviews.
I have prepared it for you, and as before, you need to pay two thousand dollars for every error."
"My previous mistakes were not so expensive," Wei Ran, who was in charge of driving, muttered in Chinese.
"Do you dare to repeat what you just said in Russian?" Teacher Dalia, who was sitting in the back row, asked with a smile.
Wei Ran grinned, not daring to look at the woman in the rearview mirror, and said with white teeth, "I just said, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Dalia. I promise you won't make any mistakes."
"Since you are so confident, I'll pay you $5,000 for each mistake."
Teacher Dalia lowered the window happily and lit a cigarette again, "In addition, Gorman will come to help you complete this interview."
"Teacher Dalia"
Weiran slowed down the car, turned around with a grimace and asked, "How about if you don't raise the price again, why don't you bother Mr. Gorman to come over?"
Teacher Dalia seemed to particularly like seeing Wei Ran's appearance. She paused deliberately for a long time until the former turned his head back and then said with a smile, "I will convey your opinions to Mr. Gorman."
"I just have a bad mouth..."
Wei Ran, who wished he could slap himself in the face, depressed the accelerator irritably, and under the guidance of the overjoyed teacher Dalia behind him, he drove the car to the entrance of a nearby high-end hotel.
