With a sumptuous lunch and a sumptuous dinner, plus a hard-earned fee of five thousand rubles per person, the gangsters who helped were sent away. After Wei Ran locked the door, he immediately ran back to the house and began to study the man he had deliberately thrown away.
A wooden box in the corner.
Different from the other boxes, the books in this box are messy and extensive, with only a dozen books covering almost every field from literature to philosophy to medicine to law and history.
What is a pity is that these books are just ordinary books. Apart from the occasional few words like reading notes, there is nothing hidden in them like the "Soviet Medical Encyclopedia".
Interesting stuff.
Fortunately, in addition to the books, there are other things in this box. These things include a Moscow typewriter, boxes of ribbons that have long been eliminated, a pair of sheepskin gloves, and a cap with a
In addition to the blue-gray Shapka (the prototype of the Lei Feng hat) with the hammer and sickle cap badge, a white knitted scarf, a barrel-shaped pocket stove shaped like a pepper bottle, and a Rocket brand polar pocket watch in a leather case.
, and a small portable wine bottle.
Just from these small objects, we can know that the person who used these things in the first place must have lived in the polar circle for a long time. Otherwise, he would not have used the kind that would only be used when he could not tell the difference between day and night.
A 24-hour pocket watch, let alone a vital leather cover for that shiny silver pocket watch.
After taking these things out of the wooden box one by one, there were only bulging file bags left in the box.
Pulling out a file at random, the handwritten title immediately made Wei Ran frown - Research on how to artificially create mental illness (2).
Putting it aside, Wei Ran picked up the second file next to it. The title on it was similar, except that the number in the brackets at the end changed from 2 to 1.
Seeing this, he simply took out all the file bags and classified them according to the titles and serial numbers on them.
In general, there are only three topics in these files. In addition to the first "research on how to artificially create mental illness", there are also "cultivation of group obedience and psychological correction of prisoners of war order" and "extreme cold
Environmental Investigation of Human Physical and Mental Limits”.
But no matter which one, just the academic titles made people shudder. After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran opened the first file in order, which started with "Extreme Cold Environment".
As the thick stack of manuscript paper was taken out, the content recorded in the lines of emotionless letters left by the typewriter made Wei Ran's eyes widen wider and wider.
It can be roughly seen from the few words in this file that the person who wrote this file was sent to a labor camp numbered 49 in Siberia for almost three years as a doctor after the end of World War II, specializing in
Responsible for the physical health of the guards there.
It was during this period that he began to study human beings' physical endurance and long-term psychological endurance of extremely cold environments by observing the nuclear and German prisoners of war in this labor camp.
As the pages of the manuscript were turned over, there were more and more professional words written in the back, and Wei Ran could understand less and less. But every time the letter numbers representing the observation targets disappeared, it meant a valid message.
Generation of data.
Wei Ran stuffed less than a quarter of the manuscript paper back into the portfolio, and picked up the portfolio labeled "Cultivation of group obedience and psychological correction of prisoners of war order (1)".
It is still the standard Cyrillic alphabet typed out by the typewriter, and it still introduces the source of the data at the beginning. It can still be seen from the first few pages that the data writer, whose name is not even known, ended his period in the labor camp No. 49.
After three years of work, he was transferred to a place called Mine No. 52 and continued his previous work.
According to what is written in the file, all the people working in this mine are prisoners of war who came from the nuclear recruitment. These prisoners of war are extremely hard-working and obedient, never lazy, and even take the initiative to clean the house. But only on their birthdays,
However, a collective act of seppuku broke out, resulting in dozens of deaths.
It was also after that incident that this doctor, who never disclosed his name, suspended his previous research and started a new topic - the cultivation of group obedience and the psychological correction of prisoner-of-war order.
Without looking further, Wei Ran put the manuscript paper back into the file bag again and opened the bag labeled "Research on how to artificially create mental illness (1)".
In this file, the doctor stated that for his previous work in Siberia, he was awarded the Order of the Red Banner of Labor, and also received a Nagant revolver and a reward of 500 rubles. In January 1952, he was
He was transferred to work in the Kazan Prison, and in the summer of the second year, he was instructed to conduct a new research project - how to artificially create mental illness.
After reading the beginning, Wei Ran put down the manuscript paper in his hand and looked at the other portfolios with the same titles.
Compared with the previous two topics, which often had six or seven full files, there are only three portfolios of files related to this topic.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran opened the file bag labeled "Research on how to artificially create mental illness (3)".
Contrary to his expectation, the number of manuscript papers in this portfolio was less than half of the previous one, but in addition to the manuscript papers, there was also a palm-sized glasses cloth. On this piece of glasses cloth, there was precisely a pinned with the opening premise of the project.
The Order of the Red Banner of Labor.
However, when Wei Ran took off the medal, he discovered that the number on the back had been artificially rubbed off.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Frowning and thinking for a moment, Wei Ran directly turned the manuscript paper in the portfolio to the last page, and then discovered that the content written on the typewriter had been covered with red lines.
It was crossed out and a piece of scrawled Russian was handwritten:
"The experience of working in Siberia is the honor of my life, but during the two years in this prison, I made an unforgivable mistake. In short, this is a subject that should not continue, and the only way to end it is
Let me end the leadership research on this topic first."
Sighing secretly, Wei Ran put the manuscript paper that already hinted at the author's ending and the Red Flag of Labor medal pinned on the cloth of his glasses back into the file bag.
From the few words at the beginning of these three topics, Wei Ran has pieced together the image of a doctor.
After the end of World War II, he was sent to work in a prisoner-of-war camp in Siberia. During the six or seven years there, the doctor independently completed two research projects, for which he was awarded a prize and received the Naomi drug hidden in the book.
Gan revolver pistol, as well as an Order of the Red Banner of Labor and a bonus of 500 rubles.
At the beginning of 1952, the doctor was transferred to Kazan Prison and took charge of a new research project. However, after working in Kazan Prison for two years, in order to terminate the project he was responsible for, the doctor chose to terminate his own research project first.
life.
After sorting out the time relationship, Wei Ran put everything back into the wooden box after some hesitation, moved it alone to a remote room on the third floor, and placed the contents in the box one by one in the afternoon.
On those bookshelves that have just been arranged.
If you don't want to cause trouble, these things are destined to be impossible to put on the bookshelf on the first floor. At the same time, whether this box of things was discovered accidentally or because of the deliberate arrangement of the cheap tutor Kajik, for Weiran at this time
None of them make any sense, let alone arouse any curiosity.
As for using the leather notebook to go back and take a look...
Stop making trouble, Weiran doesn’t have any motivation this time, and if he accidentally becomes the doctor’s experimental subject or observation object, it will be very exciting. The most important thing is that Guam last time put him
I stayed there for nearly a month. If I were left with that doctor for seven or eight years this time, there would really be no place to cry.
After putting away the boxes full of things one by one, Wei Ran, who was still a little worried, returned to the first floor and checked the things that the gangsters dug out of other wooden boxes one by one until he was sure that there was nothing similar.
File bag, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Pulling out a large photo album, Wei Ran sat cross-legged on the solid wood floor, flipping through the pages with interest the various things the little girls had discovered from the pages during the day. At the same time, he secretly thought about waiting for that small town.
When the library is built, maybe this photo album can be sent back as a pretty good gift.
He tried hard to distract himself from the three scary topics with all kinds of random thoughts. When Weiran was about to find a working place for the retro desk lamps with replaced power cords, the satellite phone placed on the long table rang.
ring.
When he picked up the phone, he noticed that the caller was actually Makar from the United States.
"Victor, I hope I didn't disturb your rest." As soon as the call was connected, Makar on the other end of the receiver said proactively.
"No, it's just getting dark here."
When Wei Ran responded to the other party, he put down the desk lamp he had just picked up, then sat on the chair and asked, "Makar, your tone sounds like you are very happy. Is there anything good you can do?"
“Some good things indeed”
Makar said with a smile, "After Karenina sent the photo album yesterday, I followed the address and excuse she gave and sent the things we found in the basement and the photo album to the gun shop.
.”
"Then what? Did the other party accept it?"
Wei Ran asked absentmindedly. The Karenina the other party mentioned was Katenka. When they were at his farm, Wei Ran and Suisui also kept calling Katenka Karenina.
"They accepted it, they all accepted it. And I had a long video chat with Mr. Brown."
Makar paused and continued, "Brown wanted to pay some money for those things, but I didn't agree according to what Karenina said. Later, during the chat, after he learned about the situation on my farm, he said
I will bring some people over to help clean up the wild boars and hares.”
"He wants to take someone with him too?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.
"right"
Makar said apologetically, "It's similar to the way you and Aurora bring tourists to play. After discussing it with Jessica and Diego, I felt it was necessary to discuss it with you and Aurora in advance.
Tell me, after all, you invested a lot of money in this farm."
"It doesn't matter, we agreed." Wei Ran said simply, "Of course, the premise is that you don't reveal that Karenina and I went to Hawaii."
"Of course, of course not." Makar quickly replied, "Karenina reminded me many times."
Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled and said cheerfully, "That's no problem. I wish your farm will have more and more tourists and fewer hares and wild boars."
The two briefly exchanged greetings and hung up the phone, but Wei Ran couldn't help but think of what Marshall had done outside the Guam camp, and then he thought of what the unknown doctor who wrote the file recorded,
And at the end of World War II, Master Li from the United States opened a barbecue stall in Tokyo, and Mao Zi organized a team of little devils to dig potatoes at a Siberian farmhouse.
But after much thought, he really couldn't find any person or country that had done wrong. In the end, he could only sigh that the little devil who had suffered so many disasters really owed it a little bit.
