When the white light dissipated, Wei Ran sat on the passenger seat of the armored pickup truck again.
"I'm finally back," Wei Ran muttered and sighed. This experience of desert survival was definitely not a good one.
Compared with the past, not only did he have very little communication with the protagonists in this "historical fragment", but at the same time, after excluding the camp background, Felix's behavior of breaking through the lower limit also allowed him to see something.
It's called a "complete egoist."
As he sighed, the metal quill also wrote lines of text under the black and white photo:
"Snake of the Desert"
Felix/Los Berger was purchased by the British Desert Reconnaissance Team on September 27, 1941.
On October 2 of the same year, he was sent to Cairo Prisoner of War Prison to serve his sentence. He was released from prison on December 27, 1942 because of his good behavior during his sentence and provided important information.
In January of the following year, on the recommendation of the British Prisoner of War Management Office, Felix joined BP under the name of Rolls Berger.
During his tenure, he used his position for a long time to hire oil field guards to find desert nomadic tribes for revenge massacres. He spent his whole life searching for the crash site to no avail. In July 1988, he died of esophageal cancer.
Navigator Maurice was killed on September 11, 1941 because he failed to test his companion Felix. The false position he left "29 degrees north by west" became a lifelong knot for Felix/Los Berger.
After writing this, the metal quill pen started on a new line and listed two sets of extremely precise coordinates.
"Is one of the groups the crash site?" Wei Ran frowned and looked at the two sets of coordinates, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. "Then the other group could be..."
What it was, he never said it. At the same time, the metal quill pen wrote another line again: "The most terrifying thing in the desert is thirst. What is more terrifying than thirst is the lies and lies born of greed.
murder."
After writing this, the pale yellow page slowly turned to the back. Under the blood-red vortex, the metal quill wrote again, "No matter what kind of dilemma you are in, don't lose the direction of persistence."
With a soft snapping sound, the metal quill fell onto the page and completely lost its movement.
He reached out and took out the floating objects in the red vortex. Wei Ran's face was happy at first, but then he frowned.
What he held in his hand was a British Army MK3 liquid suspension compass, but on the brass hanging ring of this compass, a leather trip buckle was used to fix a ticking sweater.
Flyback chronograph.
"Why did you give me such a boring thing?"
Wei Ran grinned with disgust. He had found these two things in the cockpit of the plane. But just like his original concerns, the fluorescent paint on the watch was made of radioactive metal radium.
Although I don’t know how much radiation this watch contains, I can’t stop feeling disgusted in my heart. After all, this is real radiation, and it really has nothing to do with academic qualifications.
After observing these two things, as expected, the production information and trademarks on them are gone, but on the back of the compass and even in the center of the dial of the watch, there is an extra delicate hourglass logo.
He closed the metal book and glanced at the hourglass embossing on the cover. Wei Ran looked at the watch and the hourglass mark on the compass. After thinking for a moment, he waved it away and took out the Mauser bayonet he first got.
.
As expected, the ridge of this Mauser knife near the handle also has an hourglass mark the size of a grain of rice, engraved with fine details.
Unwilling to give up, he put away his bayonet and replaced it with the titanium alloy pistol that Mr. Alexander had given him. Wei Ran found out to his amazement that whether it was the magazine, the silencer or the trigger of the pistol, there was an hourglass the size of a grain of rice.
imprint.
What about stamping it here with me? I'm afraid this poor notebook wasn't named Aixin Chuluo in his last life, right?
Wei Ran habitually ran around in his mind about this crappy notebook that always wants to kill him, and then he changed it one by one, trying to take out everything he could from the metal notebook and check it carefully.
As expected, everything that could be taken out of the small space in the car, except for the Guqin Yaoguang that was given to me as a New Year's gift, was all the same, and all of them had extra ones in various inconspicuous places.
The hourglass mark, even the two pieces of foot binding that matched the German boots, each had an embroidered hourglass mark the size of a fingernail.
Putting Robert's camera bag that was taken out last back into the metal book, Wei Ran once again turned the metal book to the page about Felix, reached out and took out a thick stack of negatives from the paper bag next to the black and white photo.
Although there was no photography mission this time, he took a lot of photos. On the other hand, although most of the photos recorded in these negatives were back views, they faithfully restored history and almost recorded Felix's life.
The survival status of the others every day, and the appearance of Leon and Maurice after death.
Satisfied that he put away the film, Wei Ran got into the back of the car, took out a can of frozen Coke from the car refrigerator, opened it, and drank it.
After throwing the empty can out of the window in an extremely unqualified manner, he took out his tablet and entered the two sets of coordinates provided in the metal book.
The distance between these two sets of coordinates is about 15 kilometers, and the nearest one is more than 200 kilometers away. Moreover, they are all located in the desert hinterland of Egypt, and are more than 150 kilometers away from the border with Libya.
After roughly comparing the approximate location of the abandoned airport that he had talked about in the Berber camp through the abandoned Willys Jeep, Weiran couldn't help but shook his head. If that airport might exist
If the airport is the final destination that Morris wanted to go to in the first place.
Not to mention how far the straight line distance between these two places is, the direction between them cannot be the "29 degrees north by west" that Felix has been pursuing all his life.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Because no matter which set of coordinates is calculated based on the metal book, no matter which point the airport exists within the range drawn by you, the line connecting the two is the same as the normal one.
There is an angle of at least 35 degrees between south and north.
In the final analysis, although Felix deceived the navigator Maurice, the latter also cheated Felix severely. The directional deviation exceeding at least 6 degrees is magnified to this vast expanse, and the terrain is constantly changing.
After being in the desert, if he could still find the correct location, then God would be blind.
On the other hand, the location of the airport where Felix exchanged his life after being captured was also very different from what Weiyan had previously guessed.
I tried searching on the web for a string of related words like "North Africa, World War II, Sirte, Airport", and the expression on Wei Ran's face became more and more weird. Although the Willy I saw in the Berber tribe before
Skip and Felix seemed to have nothing to do with Willix.
But as mentioned at the time, the predecessor of the British SAS special forces was indeed inextricably linked to Felix.
Because at the end of 1941, Team L actually attacked an airport deep in the desert about 80 kilometers south of Sirte!
Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why Felix not only cleared the suspicion and left prison smoothly, but was also recommended to BP?
But what excuse should we use to go to those two coordinates?
And, are those two sets of coordinates the specific locations of the wreckage of the plane and the buried gold? If so, which set of coordinates belongs to the wreckage of the plane?
Wei Ran couldn't help but feel worried. After thinking about it, he finally opened the car door, changed back to the driver's seat, started the car and drove back to the camp a hundred meters away.
The reason why he was so troubled was naturally that he did not intend to hand over the gold that Felix had hidden to Edward. After all, he was not the Virgin, and Felix was not a good person, and the gold was not Felix's personal property.
Besides, although Mr. Edward, who had already been obsessed with this investigation, had promised a high fee of 500,000 euros for this investigation, Wei Ran kept it in mind. What he wanted to investigate was where his grandfather's colleagues had gone, but
Never mentioned investigating where his grandfather's gold went.
After doing a good job of psychological preparation, the armored pickup truck drove back to the camp. During this time, the two big-eared foxes who were not yet adults were busy burying shit with their little paws.
"Victor, you poop so fast." Akari was drinking coffee at the door of the tent, but Mr. Edward, who had been monitoring Wei Ran, joked in German with a smile.
shit?
Wei Ran thought for a while, and it seemed that he had indeed used such a nonsense excuse, so he simply responded with a haha, "I also want to take it longer, but I have been eating meat these days, so I am a little constipated."
Edward twitched the corner of his mouth, but finally did not continue this slightly disgusting topic, "Victor, how should we find him next?"
“I can only stay here for a few days.”
Wei Ran pretended to be helpless and said, "These days, I have not only translated the work notes left by your grandfather, but also consulted a lot of information, but there have been no valuable clues, so I can only continue to look for one nearby.
found."
Edward opened his mouth hesitantly, "Then stay a few more days. I have plenty of time."
"Don't talk about this, let's go eat."
Wei Ran used the toe of his shoe to pull apart the two little foxes that were approaching, and deliberately disgusted the old man opposite him and said, "I want to tell the guide that we must eat more vegetables from today on, otherwise everyone will be constipated.
I just..."
"Okay, don't talk about this."
Edward helplessly pointed to the coffee next to him, "I haven't even drank my coffee yet. If you continue talking, I won't have the appetite."
"Feel sorry"
Wei Ran apologized in a pretense of embarrassment, and ignored Mr. Edward, who was obviously disgusted, and quietly found Saleh who was making breakfast.
"I heard that you are constipated?" Saleh asked in a low voice with a smile.
"How come you can't even speak German?" Wei Ran sat beside the campfire and asked in Russian in a lowered voice.
"daily needs"
While he was talking, Saleh served Wei Ran a bowl of oatmeal with diced carrots, returned to his normal voice and asked, "Where should we go next?"
"We're not going anywhere." Wei Ran pointed to the dilapidated tent in the distance, "When our Berber guide wakes up, I want to ask him something."
"You can ask me first, maybe I know." Saleh, the old man, suggested with a smile.
"this mountain"
Wei Ran pointed to the stone mountain stretching four to five hundred meters beside him and asked, "I want to know if this mountain has any unique significance to the Berbers and other nomadic tribes."
"Why do you ask this?" Saleh asked curiously.
"Of course it's because the location is so weird."
Wei Ran took a sip of thick oatmeal, "This place is too far away from the North African battlefield at that time. It's so far away that under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for British soldiers to come here, let alone capture Mr. Edward's grandfather."
"So?" Saleh asked with interest.
"So the only people I can think of who might have captured Mr. Edward's grandfather are the nomadic tribes in this desert."
Wei Ran paused and continued, "That's why I want to ask if this mountain has any special significance to the local nomadic tribes, which makes them come here often. After all, only in this way can we have greater success."
The probability of catching Mr. Edward’s grandfather.”
"It seems that only the Berbers can answer this question for you." Saleh said as he stood up and walked towards the Berber guide's tent.
