Nicholas' hand holding the photo frame trembled, and the expression on his face became extremely serious for a moment, "How did you find this place?"
Wei Ran looked at the gangsters smoking around him and didn't say anything. He just looked at Principal Nicholas with a smile.
"You guys should go back first and bring some food over in an hour."
As Principal Nicholas spoke, he started his motorcycle and waved to Wei Ran, "Young man, get in the car. Let's find a quiet place to chat."
Wei Ran turned around and glanced at the gangsters, and seeing that they had no intention of stopping him, he got on the motorcycle and let Nikolay drive the motorcycle to take him in a circle on the spacious corridor, listening to the sweet sound of the engine.
With the sound of horse hooves, we drove slowly to the back of the two-story concrete building.
It wasn't until Nikolai turned off the motorcycle again and opened the footrests that Wei Ran got off the motorcycle. However, before he could stand still, he found that there was already a PSS silent pistol in the opponent's hand that was pointed at him.
.
"Tell me, how did you find me?" Nicholas asked calmly, but while speaking, his finger was already on the trigger.
"I found a camera left by a war reporter named Zoya on the site of Position 19, as well as an anti-tank gun." As Wei Ran spoke, he first shook the old Leica hanging around his neck.
, then slowly took out his mobile phone and pulled out the photos he took of the anti-tank gun before setting off.
"Are you a mole?" Even a deaf person could hear the disgust in Nicholas's tone.
Wei Ran shook his head and handed the phone to the other party, "My client bought this artillery from the Diggers. I am responsible for helping him find the history related to this artillery."
Glancing at the artillery on the phone screen, Nikolai put the phone into his pants pocket, but Yuci still did not put down the pistol at the same time, and just continued to say indifferently, "But my current address cannot be found in Position 19
."
"My client is..."
Nicholas didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and suddenly pulled the trigger. In the undetectable sound of gunfire, a fatal bullet flew past the edge of Wei Ran's shoulder, and hit the oak tree behind him hard.
, leaving a hole the size of a chopstick head.
After the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun dissipated, Nicholas continued to say coldly, "Even if your client is the emperor, there is no way he will know that I am here."
"Everyone has some secrets, right?"
Wei Ran took a step back with his hands raised. The week-long experience at Position 19 was still lingering in his mind, and even the deterrence brought by the threatening warning shot just now was almost negligible.
"Last chance, where did you find my current address?" Nicholas asked unmoved.
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, then put down his hands casually and said while walking in the direction he was going, "If you don't want more people to know what the heroes who died at Position 19 have gone through, then shoot as soon as possible. I
I’m just an overseas Chinese student working for my boss. I hope that when the police bring my parents to see you, you can tell them that the New Year’s gifts I bought for them are placed in the bedroom closet.”
Nicholas was stunned when he heard this, and slowly lowered the hand holding the gun. It was not until Wei Ran was about to enter the shooting blind spot that he sighed and said with a hint of exhaustion in his tone, "Young man,
Come on up and have a drink.”
Wei Ran, who was walking back, raised his eyebrows with a relaxed expression on his face. He knew that he had made the right bet this time.
Shi Shiran turned around, and Wei Ran walked back unhurriedly, took the cell phone handed over by Nicholas, turned it off in front of the other person, and stuffed it into his bag.
The latter reciprocated, pulling out the magazine of the pistol in front of Wei Ran and then emptying the chamber. His hands with age spots flexibly and accurately caught the bullets ejected from the chamber, and put the magazine and the magazine into his pants pocket.
"Come up with me"
Nikolai threw the lost pistol to Wei Ran, got off the motorcycle in a hurry, and led the former into the two-story building not far away covered with Lingxiao flowers.
In the spacious hall on the first floor, the glass case on the left wall is covered with photos of outstanding students. The children in these photos are smiling very happily. In some photos, the children even have a missing front tooth or are missing something when taking the photo.
There was also a long runny nose.
Under these photos, not only are there specific shooting time and class grade, but most of the photos are even accompanied by a photo of an adult who looks 80-90% similar. Some of the people in these photos are wearing glasses, and some are wearing glasses.
They are wearing suits and leather shoes and are even holding the arms of beautiful women or handsome men. Some are even wearing military uniforms and smiling as happily as when they were children.
The photos on the right are group photos. Most of these photos are of children in classes. There are also adults in simple clothes, and some are dressed up like those little gangsters just now. In addition,
In addition, there are many snapshots taken at parties in the window here. In those snapshots, the old Nicholas is particularly amiable, and in several of them, his face and body are even covered with cake.
Waiting patiently for Wei Ran to read the photos in the window, Nicholas slowly explained, "The photos are all the children who go to school here, and the villagers from this village came here to celebrate my birthday.
Taken."
"So are you the Mr. Nicholas I'm looking for?" Wei Ran turned his head and asked extremely seriously.
Nicholas smiled, pushed open the wooden door of a classroom, and said slowly before walking in, "Come in, let's sit down and talk in detail, and have a few drinks with me by the way."
Wei Ran took a deep breath and walked into the extremely clean classroom. Although he knew from those gangsters that the school had been closed for a long time, this classroom was still extremely clean, even
The writing on the blackboard seems to have been written just a short time ago and is waiting for the children to wipe it after class.
At Nicholas's signal, Wei Ran sat down on a wooden chair obviously prepared for children. Before he could speak, the other party had already reached out from the desk and took out a bottle of vodka and two pieces of seriously chipped enamel.
The jar was placed on the table.
Filling Wei Ran's glass with wine, Nicholas only poured a small sip into his own glass, then picked up the thermos bottle on the wall and filled the glass half full.
"That's how the soldiers drank vodka in the days at Position 19." Nikolai's simple words brought Wei Ran's thoughts back to the war-torn Don River.
"It would be nice if there was another potato boiled in salt water," Wei Ran muttered to himself subconsciously.
Nikolay's hand that had just picked up the cup shook, and a little cold well water mixed with vodka was also sprinkled on the desk that was engraved with various letters and patterns.
"How do you even know this?" Nicholas simply put down the cup.
"My job is to restore history"
Wei Ran picked up his cup and took a sip, then tapped his temple with his finger, "My understanding of World War II may not be as profound as your personal experience, but it is still somewhat better than ordinary people."
"The modesty of you Chinese people is always full of deception"
Nicholas sat up straight, "Tell me, young man, how much do you know? What do you want to know from me?"
