In the old small hotel in the city of Vladivostok, the ringtone of the mobile phone that sounded like a reminder finally woke up Wei Ran, who was sleeping soundly.
He picked up his cell phone in confusion and glanced at the unfamiliar caller number. He directly pressed the volume button, then threw it aside, covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes again.
However, soon, the cell phone on the pillow rang again. Wei Ran, who was awakened for the second time, reluctantly opened his eyes, picked up the cell phone and pressed the answer button.
"Victor, it's really hard to get through to your phone." An old voice on the other end of the phone joked in German.
"Sorry, I just drank a lot and haven't woken up yet." Wei Ran replied sleepily.
"It's me, Hans from Berlin, Germany. Do you still remember it? Hans next to the Moltke Bridge." The old man on the other end of the phone said helplessly, "Or maybe I'll call you later?"
"Mr. Hans, of course I remember you." Wei Ran struggled to get up and said. This Hans is the son of that idiot Mario during the Battle of Berlin. Of course he will not forget it.
"I have a business deal here, are you interested?" Hans on the other end of the phone asked.
"What business?" Wei Ran yawned, "Mr. Hans, if it's convenient, can you wait for a few minutes? I'll go wash my face and wake up, and then call you?"
"Just make this call." Before he finished speaking, Mr. Hans on the other end of the phone hung up the phone.
"Did another fat sheep come to the door?" Wei Ran weighed his cell phone, muttered something to himself, got up and walked into the bathroom.
He washed his face with cold water to wake himself up completely, and opened the window again. When the cold wind mixed with snowflakes outside took away the warmth in the room, he dialed back the phone.
"Mr. Hans, now you can tell us what the business is."
"I have a friend"
As soon as the old Hans started to speak, he took the initiative to correct himself, "Perhaps he is not a friend for the time being. To be more precise, he is an old guy I met at an auction not long ago. He listened to my father's advice.
After the story, I also want to ask you to help investigate some things."
"Can you tell me more specifically?" Wei Ran asked after hesitating for a moment.
"Simply put, he found a radio set in the basement of his home."
Hans seemed to think that his explanation was too simple, so he paused and continued, "His home is near Kiel Port. Do you know Kiel Port?"
"of course I know"
Weiran replied without thinking that that port was one of the main ports of the German Navy in the mainland during World War II. "Mr. Hans, let's call this... your friend for now. Your friend wants to
Investigate what?”
"In addition to the radio stations just mentioned, he also found some British passports, American passports and even Soviet, German and even Swiss identity documents in that basement. The photos on those documents were all of his father."
Mr. Hans paused and followed up with a bit of laughter, "That friend suspected that his father was a spy. After I invited him to visit the basement left by my father a few days ago, he wanted to ask you to help him investigate.
Let’s find out whether his father is a spy, and if so, which country he is a spy for.”
As if he was afraid of Wei Ran's rejection, Mr. Hans continued without waiting for Wei Ran to speak, "For this, he is willing to pay at least 200,000 euros. This is what I negotiated for you. Of course, you don't have to pay for my introduction."
fee."
"The basement again? 200,000 euros?" Wei Ran swallowed secretly, this was not a small amount, and to put it more bluntly, it was not easy to encounter someone with such a big wallet.
"At least 200,000 euros," Mr. Hans said proudly, "I told him that your minimum fee is 200,000 euros."
After closing the window that was blowing cold wind into the room, Wei Ran, who was calm and completely sober, opened his tablet computer and asked cautiously, "Mr. Hans, in the basement you just mentioned, apart from the radio station and those documents,
, is there anything else?”
"Yes, of course."
Hans paused for a moment and said in detail, "In addition to the things just mentioned, there are a lot of manuscript papers, some outdated slide rules and radio accessories in the basement. In addition, there are also some weapons.
Expired medicines and some gold bars.”
"Is there any more?" Wei Ran asked while recording on his tablet computer.
"There is also a coffin with the body of a woman inside."
Hans' words stunned Wei Ran, "Coffin? A woman's body?"
"right"
Mr. Hans paused and said, "That's all, nothing special. Victor, if you are interested, I can send you a photo of the basement."
"Okay, I'll send you the email address later." Wei Ran responded quickly.
"So, are you willing to accept this investigation?"
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment and replied cautiously, "I can't give you and your friend an accurate answer until I see the photo."
"Okay, I'll send you the photo first." After Mr. Hans finished speaking, he simply hung up the phone.
Less than five minutes after Wei Ran sent his email address to the other party, he received an email.
Clicking on the two photos attached to the email, Wei Ran became even more confused. In the first photo, there was a panoramic view of the basement. It can be seen that the basement is very large, at least 30 meters in size.
It is about an square meter, and the surrounding walls are all wrapped with wooden boards. You can even see an exquisite fireplace in the direction the camera is facing.
In another photo, there is a table. This wooden table is filled with stacks of manuscript papers. In the upper left corner of the photo, there is a desk mounted on two chairs against the wall.
European style coffin.
Almost at the same time that he looked at the two photos carefully, Mr. Hans called again, "Victor, are you interested in coming over and taking a look?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mr. Hans, I have a question."
Wei Ran considered it and said, "As far as I know, Kiel Port was basically completely destroyed by Allied bombing during World War II. How was this basement preserved?"
"I'm afraid that gentleman and I can't answer your questions."
Mr. Hans explained, “According to the other party, the house above the basement was built after World War II. He never knew there were these things underground, and his father never mentioned it when he was alive.
.”
"Is the other party in a hurry?" Wei Ran asked the second question.
"If you want to take this investigative job, how about you at least come over and take a look first?"
"Give me the address and I'll rush there as soon as possible." After Wei Ran finished speaking, he added, "As for whether we should continue, I can't give a definite answer yet."
"It's okay, I'll send you the address right away."
After hanging up the phone with Mr. Hans, Wei Ran was completely sleepless. He mentioned that he had not made any progress for a while. Although he had previously helped the museum investigate the Rzhev battlefield, he had also gone to Bear Island in the Cold War era earlier.
It was an adventure, but both times there was no cash income.
In addition, I spent a lot of money to help Katenka buy a house in Turin, Italy. For various reasons, this investigation worth at least 200,000 euros came at the right time. The only regret is that
I'm afraid the time to go home will be delayed for a while.
When he used WeChat to inform Suisui that he might not be able to return home for a few days, Mr. Hans also sent a string of addresses in German, along with the name of the nearest airport.
Based on the address sent by the other party, Weiran bought a flight ticket to Hamburg as soon as possible. Then he lay on the bed again with his tablet computer and began to inquire about the relevant historical records of Kiel Port during World War II.
At the same time, Mr. Hans in Berlin also left the study, sat down at the dining table again, picked up his cup and touched it with the arrogant old man sitting opposite.
"Did the young man you recommended agree?" the arrogant old man asked, gently shaking the glass of red wine.
"He just promised to come over and take a look as soon as possible," Mr. Hans replied calmly.
"Can he really find out?" The doubt in the arrogant old man's tone was not concealed at all.
"Olav, you took the initiative to ask me for help."
Mr. Hans put down his glass and responded with a more arrogant attitude, "If you doubt the person I recommended, you don't have to come to me. You can just find a way to wake up the woman lying in the coffin and ask her.
What on earth does it have to do with you?"
"At least not related by blood"
The old guy called Olaf still looked aloof, "If he can't help me find out what secrets are hidden in the basement, I won't help you open the dental clinic to Denmark."
"Denmark is not your home"
Mr. Hans retorted in a calm tone, "You don't even have Danish royal blood. Your grandfather and father are just ordinary fishermen."
"You are right." The old man shook the unique ring on his hand intentionally or unintentionally, "But even so, if you want your business to grow in Denmark, you still need my help."
"Okay, there's no need for us to continue these silly arguments."
Mr. Hans picked up the cup again, "Let's wait until that young man comes over and takes a look at your basement. If you are willing to pay more, he will speed up."
"I will let my son wait for him in advance." As Olaf spoke, he also picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with Hans who was sitting opposite. However, from beginning to end, there was no trace of the arrogance on his face.
reduce.
As for Mr. Hans, he also regained his calm expression just now. He picked up the knife and fork leisurely, cut off a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth. He didn't feel at all that he was helping Wei Ran cheat his partner.
