At noon on the third day after arriving in Germany, Wei Ran, who was studying German with Dalia, was called to Culp's room.
"Willie Dickel has investigated it."
Culp placed a stack of files with traces of time on the table between the two of them, "According to my investigation, Willie Dickel's mother was named Hannah Dickel, and she was the same person we found on his body.
The woman in the photo matches her."
"Is it Dicker again?" Wei Ran muttered, "So, this woman..."
Culp nodded, "According to our previous speculation, this woman is probably a Stasi agent."
"Is there any way to prove it?" Wei Ran continued to ask, and at the same time he was hesitating in his heart whether to find an excuse to take out the negatives in the leather notebook.
"We're going to Berlin to visit a person in the afternoon. Maybe we can confirm something from him." Culp changed into a comfortable posture, lit a cigarette, and changed the subject in a puff of smoke, "Before that, let me tell you something.
It’s a question.”
"My question?" Wei Ran looked at Culp in confusion.
"After these few days of inspection, Teacher Dalia and I have a basic understanding of you."
Culp looked at Wei Ran with a smile, "Are you interested in continuing to study in depth in your professional field?"
"What do you mean?" The expression on Wei Ran's face became more and more confused.
"Every successful intelligence officer must have a suitable disguised identity. For example, Ampoule, his external identity is a doctor, such as Mr. Nicholas, his external identity is a deliveryman."
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "I just want to learn some life-saving skills. I don't want to be an intelligence agent like a spy."
Culp smiled, "Even so, having a disguise that sounds less threatening will make it much easier for you in the future, even if you are just a so-called war photographer."
"So?" Wei Ran looked at Culp, waiting for his next words.
"Your major and your studio in Volgograd are a good disguise."
Culp replied with a smile, "So, I suggest you continue to study in your major. The postgraduate admission notice from Kazan Federal University that was given to you before is true. Of course, you don't need to go to class there, as long as you complete it regularly
Just take the exam. After I go back this time, I will give you the relevant study materials."
"Mr. Culp, I didn't come to Hongqi Forest Farm to study for graduate school." Wei Ran had to remind him.
"Your courses at Hongqi Forest Farm will not be affected in any way."
As Culp spoke, he took out a folded A4 paper and handed it to Wei Ran, "When you go back this time, you will study according to this schedule."
Wei Ran curiously took it and opened it, only to see that it was filled with all the arrangements from Monday to Sunday, from six o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening. The courses were even as intensive as when he was in high school.
Sometimes there was a fight. In comparison, the hunting game he and Ji Ma played before became the most relaxing physical education class.
Swallowing hard, Wei Ran looked at Culp, "Where's the hunting game?"
"That's just to let Dalia and I have an intuitive understanding of you."
Culp pointed in the direction of the door, "Ji Ma will study with you all the way. Our minimum requirements for you are very simple. Except for your history major, everything must exceed him. Otherwise, you have to help him."
Pay the same tuition."
"Should we follow the rhythm of one week of study and one week of vacation?" Wei Ran asked with difficulty. He was already doubting whether he could persevere.
"Of course" Culp stood up, "As I said before, you can also study for half a month and rest for half a month. Okay, now go back to your room and get ready. We will leave for the airport in two hours."
Returning to the room worriedly, Ji Ma was already packing his luggage. Obviously, this young hunter who had become a competitor of Weiran did not know what kind of situation he would face next.
Two hours later, everyone left the room, followed Dalia and Culp to the airport, and took a flight to Berlin. After arriving, they took a taxi and rushed to the door of a toy store next to the Spree River.
After looking at the locked rolling shutter door, Dalia pulled out two hairpins from her hair, and without seeing how he operated it, she opened the rolling shutter door and pushed it up.
Culp opened the glass door as if he were home, strolled in and pressed the bell on the bar.
Shortly after the crisp bell rang, an old man wearing reading glasses and holding a shotgun tremblingly walked down from the second floor.
"The toy store is closed," the old man said slowly in German, but the shotgun in his hand was never pointed at Wei Ran and others.
"Is it like the Stasi has closed forever?" Dalia asked directly in Russian.
"Who are you?" The old man suddenly became nervous. While responding in Russian, he pointed the shotgun in his hand at everyone.
Culp patted the backpack on his chest and said calmly, "You can try shooting."
The old man twitched his eyebrows. After a long silence, he dejectedly opened the shotgun in his hand, took out the bullets and threw it into the trash can by the stairs. "My grandson is still upstairs. How about we go out and chat?"
"Of course, Mr. Miller." Dalia smiled and said, "Oh, maybe I should call you Cicada?"
"Anything is fine. Anyway, let's go outside and chat."
The old man walked out of the toy store in a panic, but from the beginning to the end, his attention was focused on the backpack on Culp's chest.
"You guys go out and chat. Jima and I will help Mr. Miller guard the store to prevent thieves from coming in." While Dalia spoke, she bent down to pick up the shotgun leaning against the corner, and then picked out two more from the trash can.
No. 12 shotgun, while Ji Ma had already picked up a large box of beautifully packaged puzzles from the shelf and stuffed them into his backpack with a sly look.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "In this case, let's put the luggage here."
Culp took off the backpack hanging on his chest and placed it on the stairs leading to the second floor. He also handed a TV remote control to Dalia.
Ignoring the old man standing at the door, Culp crossed the road and walked to the river. He randomly found a bench and sat down. After the old man sat next to him, he handed over the group photo he found in the air raid bunker.
"I want to know her status in the Stasi."
The old man took the photo and looked at it carefully, then returned the photo to Culp, took off his reading glasses, lowered his head and wiped the lenses with the hem of his clothes, and said calmly, "It has been too long, and I am almost seventy."
How can it be possible..."
Before he could finish speaking, Culp raised his finger and pointed to the toy store across the road, "Mr. Miller, you'd better think carefully before answering. I have a lot of questions, but I only have ten minutes. If I still have it after ten minutes,
If you don't get all the answers, I will help you call the ambulance and the fire truck. Moreover, since I can find it here, I can also find your son's home in Potsdam, and I can also find your daughter and your other one.
grandson."
"Hannah, Stasi agent, code name Dwarf." This time, the old man no longer hesitated and directly gave the answer Culp wanted to know.
"Her mission" Culp asked the second question in a calm tone.
"Monitoring Soviet agent ampoule," the old man sitting next to Culp replied very quickly, his old eyes never leaving the shop across the road.
"Is she related to the Bonn sarin factory incident?"
Culp's affirmative tone made the old man stop hiding anything. "She was indeed the one who discovered that incident. After it was confirmed that the Sarin factory had been bombed, the then East German leader even awarded her a medal."
"So in 1979, the family of Nikolai, a postal worker in East Berlin, was also killed by the Stasi?"
The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded with difficulty, "At that time, the intelligence agents sent by the Soviet Union to East Germany were basically semi-public, and their families were protected by the Stasi. It was very simple to kill them."
"Who killed him?"
Culp continued to ask. Seeing the other party's slight hesitation, he slowly raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "You still have six minutes to answer the remaining questions. In addition, we are here just to verify.
The confession is authentic, so you’d better think clearly before speaking.”
"The dwarf killed them," the old man sighed, "as well as the head of the operations department who was responsible for protecting Mr. Nikolai's family at the time, but that person died shortly after the collapse of the Soviet Union."
"Where is the dwarf buried?" Culp asked the next question without waiting for the other party to finish speaking.
The old man shook his head, "We didn't find her body at all, and there's no need to find her body."
"Does she have any other family members?"
"Gone"
The old man continued to shake his head, "Her parents died in the Battle of Berlin shortly after she was born. She was raised by the Stasi. It was out of loyalty that the dwarf was selected to perform the task of monitoring ampoules.
.”
"Last question" Culp looked at the other party indifferently, "How did you know the identity of the ampoule?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and finally said, "We followed and monitored Nikolai for a long time before we finally determined the identity of Ampoule."
"Mr. Miller, I wish you a happy life in your later years." Culp stretched out his hand to the other party, who shook his hand hesitantly, and then saw Dalia walking out of the toy store empty-handed.
Watching the four of them leave in a taxi, the old man hurriedly ran into the toy store, and then saw the backpack, TV remote control and his shotgun placed on the bar.
He carefully picked up the remote control and opened the back case. What made him dumbfounded was that there was no battery inside. Then he opened the backpack, and there was nothing inside except a glass lunch box that Culp bought at the airport duty-free shop.
He thought it was an explosive.
Throwing all these things into the trash can, the old man sat on the floor with difficulty holding on to the bar, holding his shotgun and sighing softly.
In the taxi heading to the airport, Culp saw Wei Ran's confused look and took the initiative to explain, "That person was the Stasi's intelligence liaison at the time. A lot of intelligence from West Germany was compiled and analyzed by him at the time.
.”
"Why didn't you look for him then?" Wei Ran asked confused.
"We never suspected East Germany before, let alone that there would be Stasi spies hiding around Ampoule." Culp sighed after hearing this, "And if it weren't for that photo, do you think he would tell the truth?"
Seeing the silence in the taxi, Dalia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, smiled and said, "Okay, anyway, I can finally give Mr. Nikolai a clear answer. Guys, wait until we return to Kazan."
, you are about to start a new course. Before that, how about we take advantage of this period and continue to learn German?"
Wei Ran and Ji Ma, who was next to him, looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces had become extremely bitter.
