In the dim room, Wei Ran asked in a low voice after a brief silence, "What should we do?"
Before the middle-aged man, whose name he didn't even know, could speak, a young man's voice came from outside, "Artur, Artur? Your letter!"
"Is it Frank?"
The middle-aged man was stunned, then quickly waved to Wei Ran, and the two of them each walked out of the room holding a wooden box filled with red wine.
Outside the bar, a man dressed as a postman, who looked to be in his twenties, saw Wei Ran and the middle-aged man who seemed to be named Artur walking out. He immediately took off his raincoat, took out a letter from his bag and handed it over.
.
"Victor, quickly pour Frank a glass of wine to warm him up."
While Artur was speaking, he took the letter as usual, stuffed the note secretly attached to the letter into his sleeve and asked, "Frank, why is it so late today? Usually it's not dark for you yet.
I’ll come over for a drink.”
"Normally there are not so many letters."
The postman named Frank took the wine glass from Wei Ran, thanked him and drank it all in one gulp, "Maybe I'll have time to come over for a drink later, remember to leave some food for me, I've already
I’ve been running all day in this damn weather.”
Artur replied with a smile while adjusting his cuffs, "No problem, you can come over at any time, I will ask Victor to leave you something to fill your stomach, as long as you don't wake me up."
"You are not one of those girls. I have no interest in waking you up."
Before Frank, the postman, finished speaking, he had already put on the hood of his raincoat again, "Okay, I'm going to continue delivering letters."
Watching the other party leave, Artur was obviously relieved, and then got into the room behind the bar alone.
Not long after, Artur came back, stood next to Wei Ran and whispered, "After these people have drunk too much, let's go to the dock."
Wei Ran nodded imperceptibly, picked up the towel again, and pretended to wipe the cup while collecting useful information from the chatter of the people around him. As for Artur, after pouring a glass of wine, he
So he walked up to the third floor alone and never came down again.
Although most of what the drunkard said was exaggerated and suspected of being fabricated, at least he was certain that it was early March 1941. According to those pilots, the German Air Force was attacking the British seaport.
Conduct air strikes. And from what those submariners said, they seemed to be hunting merchant ships.
In addition, Wei Ran also learned from the mouths of those dancers that they were basically bought from Denmark by the middle-aged man named Artur, but it was the female singer named Mia who actually
She is the biological sister of the female owner of the Siren Tavern.
As for the middle-aged man named Artur, it is even more interesting. According to the girls who begged for wine, this Artur was originally just an ordinary wine merchant, and the original owner of the Siren Tavern
He is his good friend and client.
However, not long after the war began, the original owner of the tavern was kidnapped by a chained dog and disappeared because he was half Jewish. Artur took the opportunity to marry the wife of the original owner of the tavern, and by the way, the tavern became a
took what was in his pocket.
Think this is the end?
Of course not. After taking control of the Siren Tavern, Artur, who was known to be good at playing tricks among the dancers, quickly established a relationship with the German Navy. Most of the people who usually come here to drink are returning home.
Submarines or sailors of warships docked in the port of Kiel.
What surprised him even more was that even the hostess of this tavern was sent away by Artur half a year ago. As for where she was sent, no one knew at all. Now, not only this siren
The tavern has basically become Atul's own property, and it seems that even the singer named Mia is in danger and may become Atul's possession at any time.
This old guy can do it...
Wei Ran was secretly dumbfounded. No matter what the real situation was, at least according to what these scantily clad girls said, that Atul was definitely a winner in life.
Under Wei Ran's insinuations, the clock on the wall reached almost 11 o'clock in the evening. The soldiers and soldiers in the hall either brought their female companions who didn't know where they came from, or they brought the dancers who made extra money and shouted
He climbed up to the second floor screaming and performed the long or short symphony of life in various rooms unscrupulously.
On the other hand, the female singer named Mia, after cleaning the stage silently, walked alone to the room on the side of the bar that led to the basement.
Soon, Artur also came down from the third floor and asked Wei Ran to clean the hall on the first floor together. An old man who looked to be in his fifties also came out of the kitchen not far away and came to help.
However, the old guy seemed to be mute and relied on gestures to communicate throughout the process. After cleaning up, the old guy brought out a few pieces of food and placed them on the bar, and then he went behind the bar to store them alone.
In the drinking room, he slowly took out a bedroll and laid it on the floor. Soon he started snoring.
Artur invited Wei Ran to sit down at the table closest to the stage. While eating the food brought from the bar, he whispered, "News from Frank, our things have arrived and are here now."
On the boat at the dock, we need to move all those things back later."
"Where is the chain dog Adam? What should he do?" Wei Ran, who also brought a piece of food, asked in a low voice while eating.
"Maybe I'm too nervous"
Artur didn't explain too much, "But it's best not to do anything. Victor, after you've eaten, you can go upstairs and have a rest. At two o'clock in the evening, we will go get the things."
Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded happily and took the rather delicious meal on the plate into his mouth in a few mouthfuls.
However, before he could swallow the last bite of fried fish, the singer Mia opened the door and waved to Artur eagerly.
"You go upstairs first"
After Artur finished speaking, he stood up and walked quickly to Mia's room. Taking advantage of the situation, the old man also turned off the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the hall on the first floor.
Seeing the former entering Mia's house, the wooden door was immediately closed and the sound of locking was heard. Only then did Wei Ran suppress his curiosity, and with the light from the second floor, he walked up the stairs to the third floor.
Go in the direction of the building.
At the same time, the mute old man who was sleeping in the room behind the bar quietly got up, pressed against the gap a finger wide in the wooden door, and quietly stared out into the dim hall.
I walked slowly to the third floor. The furnishings here were not much different from those of later generations. I casually found a bedroom that looked relatively clean. After a careful inspection, Wei Ran locked the door and pulled the curtains.
Then he started to take various things out of the metal book.
The news is both good and bad. The bad news is that there are not many things that can be taken out this time. There are only Mauser bayonets, the titanium alloy sidearm, and a seemingly useless flask and something that can attract gunshots.
It’s just a Soviet cloak and the German leather boots that were taken out with the cloak. But the good news is that at least the silencer on the sidearm given by Mr. Alexander is still there.
After checking the bullets in his pistol, Wei Ran put it back into the metal book, then lay on the bed, secretly guessing about Artur's identity.
Considering the current situation, there is no doubt that Artur is from the UK, but from the mouths of the dancers, he seems to have some unclear connections with Denmark.
On the other hand, since the singer Mia lives in the room that leads to the basement, it undoubtedly means that she also has a problem.
Finally, there is the postman Frank. Seeing how nervous Artur was just because the chain dog named Adam called away a German major, it is obvious that this postman has a higher "gold content".
In addition to these questions, another question that needed to be pondered by him was who were the Juliet and Romeo mentioned in the metal book, how to assassinate the chain dog Adam, and where to get the camera to complete the shooting task.
After sorting through all these questions, Wei Ran pulled a woolen blanket to cover himself, then closed his eyes, preparing to recuperate before talking.
At the same time, in the room on the first floor, the singer Mia was lying on the edge of the fireplace, holding a shovel in her hand, looking at the situation under the hole. Beside her, there was a shovel on the shelf.
There was also a pile of red-hot charcoal in the iron bucket on top.
"Artur, how is his condition?" Mia asked in a low voice.
In the brightly lit basement, Artur and a woman who looked to be in her thirties and wearing a pair of glasses looked at each other, and then moved her eyes to a man lying on the bed.
The wound on this man's thigh has become inflamed, and pus has even begun to flow from the wound. It is obvious that his consciousness is now somewhat unclear.
Artur looked up at Mia, shook his head silently, and then used clean gauze to help the unconscious man re-wrap the wound.
"We need to get the medicine as soon as possible and find a doctor who can perform surgery on him." The woman in the basement said worriedly.
"This is Kiel Port, not... forget it," Artur sighed, "Let me think of a solution."
After saying that, he walked to a shelf against the wall, took out two pistols and two boxes of ammunition and put them into his pockets, then silently climbed up the steel handrail.
Passing through the fireplace hole where residual warmth remained, Artur used iron hooks to restore the iron plate to its original shape to cover the hole, then covered the gap with the surrounding ashes, and finally removed the still burning charcoal in the iron bucket.
He fell on it again.
The Mia also picked up a long-bristled brush and carefully helped the former to clean the ashes on his shoulders, and then carefully cleaned the dust on the floor.
"Victor and I will go to the pier to pick up things later."
Artur sat on the bed and whispered while checking the two pistols.
"Can he... survive?" singer Mia asked worriedly.
"Maybe"
Artur gave an ambiguous answer, "If we can find a chance to send him away from here, maybe we can have a chance."
"But this is Port Kiel," Mia murmured desperately.
"Yes, this is Port Kiel..." Artur sighed, "Okay, go to bed early. I will discuss it with Frank tonight. If conditions permit, you can leave with him then.
"
"I'm not leaving, I'm going to stay and help you." Singer Mia said decisively.
"I have the final say here." After Artur said this, he stood up, opened the door, and quietly walked toward the stairs with the weapons and ammunition he had just taken out.
