When Wei Ran returned to the tent under the moonlight, the surrounding audience had already dispersed, and the tent had long been cleaned up by the diligent Randy. Even Randy was already lying on the bed and snoring, so
, naturally no one will encourage Wei Ran to perform a talent show.
"You're finally back. I thought you would hide until dawn." Marshall, who was lying on the bed opposite Wei Ran, teased leisurely.
"Why don't you sleep?" Wei Ran asked directly changing the subject.
"I can't sleep." Marshall simply sat up and lit a cigarette, "When I close my eyes now, I am Sean."
"Or should I give you a shot of morphine?" Wei Ran asked, half jokingly and half seriously.
"Forget it," Marshall shook his head and said abruptly, "I plan to join the patrol team of the Seabee Battalion."
"Patrol team? What patrol team?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"While you were sleeping during the day, those rats came out of the forest and harassed you several times, and even killed a doctor."
Marshall said in a puff of smoke, "So the Seabee Battalion is preparing to form a patrol team, and I plan to join them. This is at least better than repairing bulldozers."
"Do you want black people on the patrol?" Will asked abruptly.
Marshall hesitated for a moment and then said, "Maybe, I don't know."
"Can you help me ask tomorrow?" Will chased, "I also want to join the patrol."
Before Marshall could speak, Wei Ran reminded him, "Your legs and shoulders were stabbed with bayonets. Are you sure the patrol will need you?"
"Will, you should continue to listen to the confessions of the wounded and soldiers with me." Pastor Tom suggested, "This job is equally important and meaningful."
Will shook his head and insisted, "My legs are fine. If possible, I still want to do what I can."
"Why?" Tom asked puzzled.
The black man Will shook his head and did not give any explanation.
"Marshall, I will go with you tomorrow." Wei Ran said suddenly.
"Are you coming with me?" Marshall raised his head in surprise, "Don't be ridiculous, your battlefield is in the operating room."
"I'm no longer needed here." Wei Ran was extremely sober at this time. "The only ones who can be sent here are wounded people like you. Only nurses can complete those tasks."
"You can go before..."
Only halfway through the words, Tom already understood Wei Ran's plan. A few days ago, when the operating room here was still close to the front line, he knew clearly how hard Wei Ran was working. In comparison,
If you go to the patrol team, although it may seem more dangerous, it is actually a lot easier. To put it simply, Wei Ran is just being lazy.
Seeing that Marshall also showed a look of realization, Wei Ran smiled and spread his hands, and said frankly, "Although I do have intentions of being lazy, the patrol also needs medical soldiers, right? And if the patrol also needs black people, I'm afraid I
He is the most suitable medical soldier to accompany the team."
"I actually thought you were an honest person."
Tom shook his head and said, "I have a hunch that it's hard to say whether Marshall can join the patrol, but you will definitely be welcome."
"Remember to take me with you then," Marshall joked with a smile.
"It's not impossible to bring you with me." Wei Ran looked at the camera placed on the bedside box, "But you have to agree to a condition."
"Let's wait until you can join the patrol team."
Marshall paused, but after all he couldn't hold back his curiosity, "But you can tell me what the conditions are first."
"How about you let me take some photos for you tomorrow?" Wei Ran pointed at the camera and said, "Tomorrow at sunrise."
"That's all?" Marshall asked in surprise.
"Or you can get Tom a woman who wants to confess her sins to God."
"Woman? What woman?" Randy, who was already asleep, suddenly sat up and asked in confusion.
The others were stunned for a moment, and the not-so-spacious tent was completely filled with laughter.
"I'd better agree to let you take a group photo," Marshall joked, "otherwise I'm worried that just bringing back one woman won't be enough."
"Marshall, have you found a woman again?" Randy, who still didn't understand the situation, rubbed his eyes and asked enthusiastically, "When did it happen?"
"The last time I saw gold nuggets in the Mississippi River tributaries, gold nuggets the size of hand grenades."
Before Marshall finished speaking, Randy finally realized that something was wrong with what he had imagined, and immediately lay down on his side on the bed again in disappointment.
Seeing this, everyone also ended the topic in ridicule, and then fell asleep one after another. Only Marshall was left in a doze. With the moonlight coming in from the bullet hole in the tent, he took out a photo and a bag from under the pillow.
The pistol with traces of flames sighed silently.
It was a silent night, and it was still dark when Wei Ran was woken up by Marshall banging his lunch box.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked, yawning.
"What happened? What did you say happened?"
Marshall threw the lunch box in his hand onto Randy's bed in dissatisfaction, "Didn't you say you would take a group photo at sunrise last night?"
Yawning again, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, "But hasn't the sun come out yet?"
"It'll be out soon," Marshall said as he banged and woke up Tom and others, making it clear that it was because of his own insomnia all night that he farted.
"I thought I didn't have to get up early because I was a wounded person." Randy yawned dissatisfied. "Marshall, you bastard, can't you do something that civilized people should do?"
"Even the priests on this island are thinking about women, so how can there be any civilized people?" Marshall asked nonchalantly.
"Why did you take me with you?" Tom scolded dissatisfiedly, "You will go to hell if you do this."
"I almost thought those rats were coming again." Will, the black man, rubbed his face helplessly and then lay down again.
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Wei Ran casually picked up a watch from the box beside the bed and looked at it, "It's indeed getting dark soon. Why don't you take advantage of this while I help you change the dressing for your wounds, and then go take a group photo."
"Victor, I thought you were one of the few civilized people." Randy, who didn't get up at all, complained with a sad face.
"Get up and change the dressing and then go take a group photo, otherwise there will be no beer supply tonight." Wei Ran smiled and grabbed everyone's attention.
Although they were dissatisfied with this veterinarian who was helping the evildoers, under the temptation of beer, everyone still complained and got up. They lined up to ask Wei Ran to help them put new dressings on their wounds, and then each of them took out a clean uniform.
Weared on the body.
Not only that, Marshall also generously picked out a few watches from his trophies and distributed them to everyone.
“It’s also good to take some photos”
Tom's mood suddenly improved, "I can just send it to my wife and introduce her to my new friend."
"When the time comes, you can pick some more of my trophies and send them back as gifts." Marshall kicked the box containing the trophies and said.
"You can also choose something your wife likes from my trophies." Randy followed, and then sighed, "It's a pity that I don't have a girlfriend yet."
"Forget it, she may not be interested in these things."
Tom seemed to have thought of something, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "I know what she likes, but what I say will definitely scare you."
"What do you like?" Marshall took out the cigar he had not finished smoking yesterday, put it into his mouth and lit it, "Is it marijuana?"
"How can it be!"
Tom explained angrily, "Laura is a sculptor, and she has always wanted some human bone specimens."
"Human bone specimen?!"
Wei Ran raised his head and looked at Tom in surprise. He finally knew who had left that human skull.
But then, he fell into doubt again, because Wei Ran remembered clearly that in the basement with the human skull, he also found a photo frame. In the photo frame was a soldier in military uniform and a woman in a dress.
But it’s been almost a week, and no matter whether it’s Tom, Randy, Marshall or even Sean, who was killed in action, none of them is the soldier in the photo. Of course, it’s even less likely to be Will, because the color number is wrong.
"I told you I would scare you."
Tom spread his hands in embarrassment, "I have already said that she is a sculptor, not a weirdo. Human bone specimens are just her professional needs and can help her complete the sculpture better, and..."
"No need to explain so much"
Marshall said nonchalantly, "It's just human bones. The most indispensable thing here is those things. And I got those things when I was in Saipan."
"Have you done this before?" Wei Ran became more and more confused.
"Of course I did"
Marshall showed undisguised disgust on his face, "At that time we captured a Japanese officer, a Japanese officer who had eaten human flesh."
"Eating human flesh?!" Randy's eyes widened and he couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked, "Then what?"
"Then our company commander threw him into an oil drum, filled it with water and boiled him for about a day, in the forest next to Saipan Airport, right where he ate our teammates."
Marshall said calmly, "At that time, our company commander also added a lot of seasonings to it. The smell of meat even spread to the airport outside the forest, attracting even the monkeys in the forest."
"Stop talking," Will said, suppressing his nausea.
Marshall spread his hands, "At that time, I tied his skeleton to a palm tree with wire myself, so don't worry, my craftsmanship is very good."
"I already regret what I just said," Tom muttered with a tangled look on his face.
"Why don't we take a group photo first?"
Wei Ran changed the topic in a timely manner. It had to be said that what Marshall had just said made him a little frightened.
Even though the people he was talking about were those war-recruiting animals, the moral bottom line engraved in human genes still made his Adam's apple twitch.
However, as the saying goes, you should never persuade others to do good without their suffering. Although Marshall has never spoken in detail about what he experienced in Saipan, Wei Ran has pieced together the darkness and despair he experienced from various fragments of words.
.
So even if he was pitiful, he would only pity Marshall who was carrying those psychological burdens day and night, not those little devils who had done their own evil.
