The long-abandoned No. 52 Mine is still covered with heavy snow that can obscure the view. In the warm living cabin of the transport vehicle, Wei Ran, who has turned on the "life mode", cooked himself a large pot of hawthorn leaf tea while admiring the view outside the window.
The snowy scenery, while thinking about what to do next.
The first and most important thing is undoubtedly to cash in those gems. When we return to Kazan, we can leave this matter to our cheap mentor Kajik for help. Since the other party has a way to process diamonds, he will naturally have a way to process gems.
After these gems are realized, or partially realized, at least this year will definitely be a good year. But compared to these, he is now thinking about how to report Vajim.
In addition, there are many small things, such as going to see the political commissar Krechi buried under the statue, and going to see Mikita. Let’s try again to see if we can find a way to combine those sealed Stalin-style items with
Take old books back.
After some calculations, Wei Ran touched Beria's head and turned his attention to his left hand, which still couldn't pick up a piece of paper.
Judging from his experience last time when he was injured in Teng County, it would not take more than ten and a half days for this hand to return to normal.
But it was obvious that even if he didn't have to work a nine-to-five job, and even if he had food and drink in this transport truck, he wouldn't be able to waste half a month recovering from his injuries in Mine No. 52.
Thinking of this, Wei Ran couldn't sit still anymore, so he simply got up, left the living cabin and got into the cab.
Amidst the roar of the engine, the behemoth twisted its two-part body and turned around. The wide tracks easily pressed the thick snow under it, and drove straight to the other side of the trench, where Lenin and Stalin
Statues of comrades.
Perhaps there was a reason why humans chose to tame wolves into dogs thousands of years ago. This time, he didn’t even fire a shot, or even have time to step on the brakes. The leader of the wolf pack roared with grief and anger, leading him to
Following his younger brothers, the family members took the initiative to give up their territory to Wei Ran.
"I'm sorry for you"
Weiran muttered something with white teeth, and waited until the smart wolf king and the pack of wolves disappeared, then he opened the car door and pulled out a snow shovel from the cargo compartment.
During his diligent excavation, more than half a meter of snow accumulated between the two statues was dug away little by little, revealing a not-so-large tombstone with a five-pointed star and the Soviet Union's national emblem engraved on it.
It is still clear, but the inscribed epitaph has become particularly conspicuous due to the filling of snow: Political Commissar Krechi, an ordinary Soviet soldier.
He lit three cigarettes politely and inserted them into the snow in front of the tombstone. Then he grabbed a fruit from under the apple tree in the cab and placed it in front of the tombstone. Wei Ran raised his head and looked at the falling snowflakes, and started again.
He got into the cab and drove to the building where the abandoned hospital was located.
He put the TT33 pistol that he had taken from here back into Mikita's hand, and then put the SKS semi-automatic rifle back into its place. Then he wrapped the chain around the push-pull security door again and stepped toward it.
Not far away was the dormitory where he once lived.
Nowadays, everything that can be moved here has long been vacated. Fortunately, the floor tiles where the bedside table was originally placed are still intact. Obviously, the hidden compartment used to hide the gems has not been discovered.
He took out the bayonet from the metal book and let it slip from his left hand, which had no strength at all. Wei Ran picked it up with another hand, pried it against the gap against the wall, and easily opened up the full piece of paper.
Dusty floor tiles.
Contrary to his expectations, he originally just wanted to use this place to fake traces of finding gems, but he didn't expect that there would be something placed here.
With difficulty, Wei Ran put on rubber gloves on his right hand. He gently picked up the tightly wrapped newspaper package in the secret compartment and carefully opened the layers of yellowed newspapers, revealing the innermost ones.
Tin biscuit box.
"It can't be another box of gems..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, and opened the thickly rusted lid with extra caution.
There were several layers of yellowed newspapers in the cookie box, which was not that big. What was placed on the newspapers was just a film, an envelope, and a TT33 pistol with some rust.
After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran took out a few pieces of letter paper from the unsealed envelope and shook them open, revealing lines of Russian. In the lower right corner of the paper, there was a blackened fingerprint. One page.
Turning back the pages, he discovered that there was a black fingerprint on the lower right corner of each piece of letter paper.
"I am Vajim from Saranpaul. I am 15 years old. My mother Yin Linni used to be a nurse in this mine. My father..."
Wei Ran read line by line, with a look of understanding on his face. Simply put, this is a confession written in the tone of Yin Linni's son Vajim.
In these pieces of paper, Vajim described in detail how his parents killed the political commissar Krechi who was the guard here, and also detailed the entire process of illegal gold mining they come here every year.
Even, in the second half, it was written that they fought among themselves because of the discovery of gold, and that he, his mother and friends were rescued by Mikita and others who happened to arrive, and he fought hard for the secret of gold.
Exposing the "fact" that he killed his little friend with a gun under his mother's suggestion.
In addition, in this letter, Vadim also confessed to the crime of grabbing weapons and trying to kill Mikita, and promised to surrender to the police station as soon as he returned to Saranpaul.
Without even reading the rest of the content, Wei Ran already knew that this letter, and maybe the contents of the film, were the price Vajim had to pay for his survival, and he was also the bearded treasure.
Lid's only way to get Vajim out alive.
Perhaps in Paulide's heart, killing Vajim didn't require Wei Ran to be so entangled, he just didn't want to break his promise to Mikita.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And once the contents of that letter are exposed in the Soviet era, regardless of whether Vadim was an adult at the time, what awaits him will definitely not be anything happy.
good thing.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran folded the letter in his hand and stuffed it back into the envelope. Then he held the TT33 pistol, which was the key evidence, between his knees and inspected it. After confirming that there were no bullets inside, he closed the lid again.
Okay, I left the abandoned building with this tin biscuit box.
After getting back into the cab of the transport truck, Wei Ran no longer had any love for Mine No. 52. He didn't even clean up the camping spot he had set up on purpose, and just drove the behemoth transport truck under the gaze of a pack of wolves.
, headed towards the civilized world under the falling snowflakes.
After crossing the abandoned military base and crossing the frozen river, it took Weiyan almost an hour to drive the transport truck into the outdoor gas station where it had briefly stopped when it came.
After driving around in circles to make sure no one was here, he parked the car next to the oil storage tank and thrust the oil gun into the oil tank of the transport truck without ceremony.
While refueling the transport truck, Wei Ran took out his satellite phone and called Jima. However, what he didn't expect was that Jima's satellite phone was not turned on this time. He tried to call Alili.
Although I could get through, no one answered.
"Aren't these two bastards going to have fun together?" Wei Ran put down the satellite phone and made a wise decision not to disturb each other's good things.
Unceremoniously he filled the transport truck's fuel tank with fuel. Weiran patted the old-fashioned Soviet kettle on his waist, touched the three gems in his pocket, and finally looked at the sleigh tied to it.
Beria, the dog, and the supplies that had just been kicked out of the cargo hold on the sled.
Until he was sure that everything he needed was there, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and with a feeling of being punished, endured the sharp pain that was like needles all over his body, and put away the transport truck that had perfected his merits.
"It's... so exciting!"
Wei Ran lay on the snow like a dead fish, panting heavily and shivering twice in a row until the overwhelming pain completely subsided. He immediately stood up unsteadily and pushed the sled with one hand.
He got out of the car and, with Beria's help, walked to the prefabricated house not far away that served as a field first aid station.
After he carried the supplies on the sled into the prefabricated house one by one and lit the stove for heating, Jima finally called.
"Have you made any progress there?"
As soon as the call was connected, Ji Mabian asked proactively, and without waiting for Weiran's reply, the guy showed off, "To be honest with you, I just found something."
"What?" Wei Ran swallowed the words he was planning to say and asked with interest while warming himself by the fire.
"Arily and I are currently in the south-southeast of Saranpaul, about 20 kilometers away in a straight line, in a gathering area called Khoshloch."
Jimaxian described his current location in great detail, and then said, "According to some information I have heard, there are some descendants of Japanese prisoners of war living here."
"Keep talking." Wei Ran responded with a normal expression.
"I found a descendant of a prisoner of war"
When Jima said this, he glanced at the trunk that Alili had just closed, "Just when you called me just now, I had a few drinks with him and was invited to visit his house."
"What did you ask?" Wei Ran was too lazy to listen to the other party's nonsense.
"He is a mining equipment maintenance engineer"
When Jima said this, he had already gotten into the carriage, "According to the chat he and I just had, there are a total of six descendants of Japanese prisoners of war in this town, and they all work in the same company."
"Same company?"
Wei Ran subconsciously took out the metal book and turned to the latest page. While looking at the history recorded on it, he waited for Ji Ma's answer.
"right"
Jima waved to Alili to drive, and he did not forget to explain, "It is a mining equipment sales company. This sales company is not small in scale and even has its own helipad."
"Where is that company?"
"Of course it's Khoshloch, didn't I just say that?" Jima asked in confusion.
"I know, I thought they also have a company in Saranpaul."
Wei Ran explained casually that the address provided on the metal book was in Saranpaul.
"This has yet to be verified"
Jima paused and continued, "Now we are going to go to his home to sit. If anything is discovered then, I will notify you in time."
"Pay attention to safety," Wei Randuoguo warned.
"Do you need help there? For example, airdropping some food, drink, or weapons?" Jima asked, changing the subject.
“Not needed yet”
Wei Ran looked out the window and said, "I have returned to the wild gas station. There is a shelter with pretty good conditions here, and there are a lot of fuel and food reserves, so when you are done, just remember to come and pick me up."
In addition, you may need to bring a few more trucks by then, and I found some interesting things that may need to be transported back."
"Alili and I will rush there as soon as possible, and the car will definitely be enough." After Jima finished speaking, he simply hung up the phone.
Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Wei Ran weighed the satellite phone and stopped thinking about it. He continued to wait patiently by the warm stove.
At the same time, the van driven by Alili also stopped at the door of an inconspicuous wooden house.
Under the cover of the flying snowflakes, Jima didn't waste much time at all, and successfully opened the door of the wooden house. Seeing this, Alili immediately pulled a limp figure out of the trunk and helped him in.
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With a soft sound of "Peng", Jima closed the door, and Alili also threw the figure onto the sofa.
Raising his finger and pointing at the surrounding curtains, Ji Ma raised his gun and carefully checked the rooms upstairs and downstairs along the stairs. When he saw that no one else was there, he put away the gun and carefully looked at the layout of the room.
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Unlike the Slavic people or the local people in Siberia who believe in shamanism, there is a small Buddhist niche next to the fireplace in this room. Behind the not-so-large incense burner, there is a man who looks to be at least sixty or seventy years old.
A photo of a woman, and a black and white photo of a young man.
After raising his cell phone to take a picture of something that should never appear in the foothills of the Ural Mountains, Jima picked up another photo that was placed on the dining table.
In this group photo, in addition to the homeowner who brought them as guests but still did not wake up, there was also a middle-aged woman wearing Buryat traditional national costumes, and a man with big front teeth, thick lips and small eyes.
Black haired boy.
Behind the young man and the middle-aged woman, in addition to a tall tower, you can also see various Japanese-style things.
“You must go to that island to relax when you have time.”
Jima muttered to himself, put the group photo back in place, and then handed a pair of rubber gloves to Alili and a helper who followed him, indicating that they would help him find interesting things together.
It wasn't until he felt that the house was in trouble as if it was being robbed that he took off the brown paper bag on the middle-aged man's head and placed a ball of snow that had just been brought in from outside on his neck.
on, and restored his consciousness in the simplest way.
