A week has passed since I returned to the villa on the shore of Kaban Lake with the canned wild mushrooms and two large bottles of home-brew wine made by Jima's parents, and everyone has returned to their original lives.
The only difference from before is that every morning after breakfast, Sui Xin would ride on the sidecar motorcycle with the help of Lola and Suisui, and after a lap in the yard, she would get better and better.
He skillfully passed through the fence gate between the library next door, and then drove the sidecar motorcycle directly into the library.
The next night, she would ride her motorcycle again, leave the yard and park at the edge of Lake Kaban, fish alone for an hour, and then ride her motorcycle back to the yard just a road away to enjoy dinner with everyone.
Sui Xin is definitely not the only one who has also found a new hobby. In just one week, Suisui takes Lola, Katenka sisters and Wei Ran out of the city to pick mushrooms and make mushroom sauce by herself.
, canned mushrooms and dried mushrooms sun-dried everywhere.
It was also during this week that Hella, a girl with the pseudonym Joanna Grochowska, successfully smuggled across the border twice in a row, successfully arrived in Katowice, a city in southern Poland, and rented a hotel in advance through the Internet.
In a small apartment, I successfully found a Polish passport with my photo and new name printed on it.
Putting this crucial passport away very carefully, the fake girl used the knowledge she learned in the town of Tula to search the room carefully, and successfully found a brand new one in the refrigerator in the kitchen.
laptop and the latest smartphone, plus a wad of cash that would allow her to live alone for several months.
Similar scenes also occurred in three major cities in neighboring Uklan. At almost the same time, three girls who were preparing to go to the recruitment and review program to study abroad also walked into different classrooms as transfer students and each gave a brief introduction.
After that, they successfully became friends with classmates who were similar to them in age.
In Paris, France, the famous jewelry store only about 500 meters away from the Place de la République also began a drastic renovation after receiving the first batch of investment from the Elk Foundation.
With abundant financial support, the storefronts on the left and right sides of ***Jewelry Store were successfully purchased and the walls were opened. Correspondingly, the store, which was originally nearly 100 square meters, was expanded by two times with the demolition of the walls on both sides.
It’s not just the jewelry store that is waiting for rebirth. In a private hospital in Paris that has some relationship with the Elk Foundation, Alan, the once obese jewelry store owner, is also lying on the hospital bed wrapped in gauze.
Compared with the huge figure when he first met Wei Ran, after a series of surgeries, he has lost a lot of weight. Even though the whole person is wrapped in gauze, he has a somewhat reborn posture.
However, just like a jewelry store, this is just the beginning for Alan, who is unable to move while lying on the hospital bed.
Also in Paris, France, the 6th arrondissement is much better in terms of security and location. On the left bank of the Seine, in a luxury apartment where you can easily see the boats on the Seine from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The newly minted young millionaire Koko Loew is currently being targeted by her grandfather, Mr. Dominique Loew, lawyer Carlos, and legal consultant Orr, who had an encounter with Wei Ran in a famous jewelry store.
Tower, and everyone including Sebastian gathered in the middle.
"Miss Coco, I suggest you consider a major related to business administration." Sebastian suggested, "After you graduate, you can come to the Elk Foundation..."
"The legal profession is also a good choice"
Ms. Horta, a legal advisor in formal attire, gave new advice before Sebastian finished speaking, "If you choose the legal profession, in the future..."
"My hair will fall out in the future." Carlos' lawyer gave a prediction that made Horta's teeth itch.
"Kou Kou, you already have a choice, right?"
Dominique Loew, whose spirit, temperament and even clothing taste were infinitely better than before, smiled and asked his little granddaughter.
"I do have a choice."
Kou Kou, who was wearing home clothes, paused and turned to look at the girl who was also smiling.
Lawyer Carlos looked at himself, cleared his throat and said, "I want to go to the Artists Union College to study jewelry design."
"Jewelry design?" Sebastian and Horta looked at each other, obviously not expecting that Coco would choose such a major.
"Miss Coco, can I hear your reasons?" Sebastian asked after reacting first, and made a promise before the other party spoke, "I will help you find a way to get the recommendation later.
Letter, you can enroll in school after the summer vacation this year at the latest."
"The reason is simple"
Koko sat cross-legged on the soft sofa, "Who doesn't like jewelry? Dazzling gold, charming gems, these reasons are enough for me, a country girl."
"But these are certainly not all the reasons, right?" Legal advisor Horta apparently guessed something.
"It's certainly not the whole reason."
Coco glanced at the grandfather sitting next to her, and then said in a joking tone, "Mr. Carlos told me that Mr. Victor, the guardian of my property and life, used his legal authority in the foundation to go to Paris in Paris.
I invested in a small jewelry company."
"It does happen," Sebastian and Horta said in unison.
"I want to be responsible for managing that jewelry company in the future."
Koko said very soberly, "This is also the suggestion of my grandfather and Mr. Carlos, Mr. Sebastian, Ms. Horta, I don't know why my great-grandfather Mr. Cape chose Victor to supervise the base.
Plenary Session Books.
But my grandfather and I, as well as attorney Carlos, thought it would not be a bad thing if I could manage Mr. Victor’s investments in the foundation in the future.”
Hearing this, Sebastian and Horta looked at each other, and finally said helplessly, "I understand, Miss Couchon, we will now help you figure out how to go to the Artists Union Academy to study jewelry design."
"Thanks"
With a sweet smile on her face, Coco watched Sebastian and Horta leave her and her grandfather's new home. When the door closed, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and lay on her side on the sofa.
"Is this really useful?" Coco got up again and asked lawyer Carlos.
"At least it's better than you becoming a puppet in the hands of those two people in the future.
Lawyer Carlos smiled and said, "If Mr. Dominic really trusted Sebastian completely, he would not arrange a guardian for you."
"What Carlos said is absolutely correct."
Koko's grandfather agreed, "No matter what business administration or law you study, even if you graduate in the end, you may not be better than the two people just now, let alone have richer experience than them."
At this point, the old guy jokingly asked, "Who can kill sheep faster than a slaughterer?"
"But is that Victor trustworthy?" Coco asked slightly uneasily, "I haven't even spoken a few words to him."
"Do not worry"
Carlos smiled and walked out of the promise, "That young man is different from Sebastian and the others. He has made great achievements in his field. He will not occupy the Elk Foundation because he is afraid of trouble. For young people, the current situation is the best outcome."
After a pause, Carlos continued, "As for your relationship with him, I don't think you and him need to be friends. But if you can help him run the jewelry store, I think he will definitely be grateful to you. Yes, and I will definitely do my best to help you.”
"Let me give it a try!" Kou Kou looked at the scenery outside the window with some anxiety and muttered expectantly, "I hope jewelry design will be easier than taking the veterinary exam."
"Miss Koko, you will graduate from the Artists Union Academy with honors." Attorney Carlos promised again.
Compared with these changes that are more or less related to Wei Ran, Wei Ran himself has gone out to pick mushrooms every now and then these days, but the rest of the time he has not gone anywhere. He basically just sits in the basement of the library, locked. After clearing the entrance and exit, he carefully sorted out all the items stored in the metal book.
Comprehensive cleaning and maintenance, and by the way, I am also waiting for the customers introduced to me by the British Mr. Edward to visit me.
As the saying goes, hard work pays off. Just as he was patiently completing the tedious task of adding track lubrication to the half-track motorcycle in the metal book, a man with silver hair appeared to be in his seventies. But the old lady who was extraordinarily noble also opened the door of the Time Library with two black people, who were really rare in Russia, and a white boy.
What is quite special is that one of the black men is carrying a black cello case on his shoulders.
"Tell her, I'm looking for the historian Victor." The old lady said in English with a weird accent.
Upon hearing this, the white young man who followed immediately asked Lola in Russian, who was busy at the bar, "Hello, we are looking for the historian Mr. Victor."
"Hello, do you have an appointment?"
Lola raised her bun face and looked at the young man who was a head taller than her across the bar and asked.
"reserve?"
The white young man was stunned, turned around and communicated with the old lady behind him, and then said in Russian again, "We have an appointment. It was made for us by Mr. Edward from the UK about a week ago."
"Wait a moment, you can sit in the rest area next to you for a while." After Lola said that, she didn't care whether the old lady was willing to move her seat, she just picked up the intercom on the table and informed her with a single glance.
Wei Ran was busy working in the basement beneath his feet.
Of course, meeting Wei Ran does not require any so-called appointment. As for the question about whether to make an appointment just now, it was just what Wei Ran told Lola in a week. As for the purpose...
Naturally, it was to raise his own profile and see if he could charge a higher price - after all, Weiran had taken a lot of money from Mr. Edward back then.
In the basement, after receiving Lola's notice, Wei Ran immediately put away the half-track motorcycle that had just been maintained, took off his leather apron and work gloves, went into the darkroom next door and changed into a formal suit, and then walked out slowly.
In the basement, we walked into the library filled with the aroma of coffee.
"Are you Victor?"
Before Wei Ran could speak, the old lady who had been waiting at the bar asked in English, her tone also full of disappointment and distrust.
"Lola, who is looking for me?"
Wei Ran ignored the old lady and asked directly to Lola, who was wearing a Soviet female soldier uniform at the bar.
"That old lady" Lola pointed to the old lady next to Wei Ran, "Boss, do you need coffee?"
"No, let's go next door to talk later."
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he seemed to have just noticed the old lady, and said hello gently in Russian, "Hello, I am Victor, are you looking for me?"
After he finished speaking, the old lady subconsciously looked at the white young man next to her. After the latter translated Wei Ran's Russian into English, he then said to Wei Ran, "Hello Mr. Victor, from the UK.
Mr. Edward made an appointment for us to meet today about a week ago. The person next to me is Mrs. Margot Cantan. "
"Hello, Mrs. Cantan."
Wei Ran smiled and said hello to the old lady standing opposite, then raised his hand and invited, "Please come with me, let's find a quiet place to talk."
After the white boy finished translating, the old lady nodded slightly, followed Wei Ran out of the library and walked into the villa next door with the two sturdy black bodyguards and the white translator.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After inviting everyone to sit down, Wei Ran poured a cup of coffee for the old lady sitting opposite and the translator sitting next to him, but then he just handed it over.
Slowly picking up the coffee and taking a sip, the old lady put down the cup and waved gently to the two black bodyguards standing behind her.
Before her hands could rest on her knees again, one of the black men put the cello box he had been carrying on the table and opened it slightly, revealing the contents inside.
After looking at the contents of the box, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. This
In the cello box that almost occupies most of the coffee table, there is a French FR-F2 sniper rifle with obvious traces of heavy use.
The body of this sniper rifle is wrapped with dusty cloth strips, and there are "thirty"-shaped notches clearly carved with a knife on the right side of the wooden stock.
In addition, this piano case also contains an upside-down photo frame, an extremely rare and expensive P88 pistol with an open ring fixed on the trigger guard, and a weird-looking
bayonet.
The reason why this bayonet looks weird is because Wei Ran recognized it at a glance. It was an m49/56 bayonet adapted to the French Famas rifle.
But unlike Wei Ran's memory, the muzzle hanging ring at the end of this bayonet is gone, the fixed latch in the center of the handle is gone, and even the handle patch has been replaced with a more beautiful antler patch.
However, compared to this magically modified bayonet, what Wei Ran is more concerned about is the delicately carved triangular logo on the wooden handle of the P88 pistol facing him.
"The Second Foreign Parachute Regiment? Or the elite?"
Wei Ran couldn't help but remarked that in the intelligence collection course, he was forced by Teacher Anna to memorize by rote and even draw the logos of various military organizations by hand. Now, although he has long been removed from the name by the Hongqi Forestry Farm,
Fired, but still instantly recognizable, this triangular logo represents the 2nd Parachute Regiment of the French Foreign Legion.
The white boss sitting opposite Bei didn't want to say anything, but Wei Ran simply asked, "Can I pick it up and take a look?"
After the white young man translated this sentence, the old lady just nodded silently, then picked up the coffee cup and took another sip of it reservedly.
Seeing this, Wei Ran stood up and walked to the desk not far away. He opened the drawer and took out a pair of white silk gloves and put them on. Then he walked back, closed the cello case, and carried it to a more spacious long room.
Reopen on the table.
But from the beginning to the end, the old lady was sitting on the sofa, not even taking a second look. Correspondingly, the old black man who was responsible for carrying the piano case walked over step by step, holding hands behind his back.
Li stared at the piano case on the table without saying a word.
After a moment of hesitation, Wei Ran took off his suit jacket and tie before picking up the contents of the piano case. Then he picked up the pistol, pulled out the magazine and gently pulled the slide until
After making sure there was no bullet in the chamber, he turned it over.
On the handle patch on the other side of the pistol, engraved is a cartoon version of the detonator often seen in animations such as "Tom and Jerry".
The detonating wire extending from the detonator winds around a particularly beautiful Arabic numeral "4" and finally points to the safety position of the pistol.
4? The 4th Company of the 2nd Parachute Infantry Regiment?
Wei Ran muttered secretly, reloaded the magazine of the pistol and put it back into the dent in the cello case, and then picked up the sniper rifle.
Counting the notches on the butt of this sniper rifle, there were only 26 in total, but Wei Ran knew that these 26 notches had a high probability of representing 26 lives taken away by this gun.
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"Can I take apart this sniper rifle and take a look?" Wei Ran turned to the translator who was sitting with the old lady and asked.
After the translator changed the original words into English and said it, the old white lady finally turned her head and glanced at Wei Ran, then stood up and walked over, sitting on the chair next to the long table uneasily, and then nodded towards Wei Ran.
nodded.
Seeing this, Wei Ran first removed the magazine, and then pulled the bolt. After confirming that there was no bullet in the chamber, he moved his eyes to the chamber and muzzle of the gun to observe carefully.
Although the appearance of this gun is a bit dated, through some details, Wei Ran can tell that this gun has actually been well maintained.
He picked up the magazine without bullets again and shook it. The rustling sound also caught his attention.
He reached out and pulled out two napkins and spread them on the table. Wei Ran gently pressed the magazine's support plate.
Turned it over and tapped it on the napkin.
Suddenly, the fine sand flowed out from it and piled up into a miniature grave on the napkin.
Shaking the magazine in his hand again, Wei Ran reloaded it on the sniper rifle, then walked to the door with the gun in his hand, removed the scope protective cover, opened the door and aimed at the building across Lake Kaban.
Just as he had guessed before, although the appearance of this gun was a bit dated, it was indeed well maintained, especially the crucial sight, which was not damaged at all.
After fastening the protective cover of the scope and putting it back into the cello case, Wei Ran took out a magnifying glass from the drawer of his desk and placed it on the napkin.
After some observation, he almost said to himself, "This seems to be the dregs of low-quality concrete, and it is also mixed with tobacco and... um... it seems to be a broken cockroach corpse. So this is urban combat? "
While he was muttering, the young translator who followed the old lady over also relayed Wei Ran's mutterings into the old lady's ear. However, there was nothing special about the old lady's face.
expression.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Putting the magnifying glass at hand, Wei Ran carefully wrapped the dust on the napkin and put it aside, and then picked up the only upside-down photo frame left in the cello box.
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The photo in this photo frame is not too big, but there is an extra postcard taped on the photo frame to block the photo inside.
This colorful postcard shows a beautiful coastline, with several beauties in bikinis on the silvery beach.
Gently opening the postcard, there was a string of particularly horrifying red words written in French on the back, "They will all die, and I will bury them in the same cemetery."
Moving his eyes to the photo frame, on the color photo under the glass, there are four young men wearing camouflage uniforms and green berets, holding wine bottles or ice cream in their hands.
In the background of this photo, you can vaguely recognize the long coastline and beauties in bikinis of various colors.
Turning back to the front of the postcard, the background in this photo seems to be the coastline captured on the postcard.
"The second young man from the left in the photo is my son Assol."
The old lady sitting across from the long table pinched the corners of her eyes and said, "Young man, I need you to help me find him. He has been missing for more than 20 years." Waiting patiently for the young man to translate it into Russian, Wei
Ran then raised his head in surprise, "Missing?"
"Yeah, missing."
The old lady who called herself Mago sighed, "My son Athol joined the French Foreign Legion in 1990. He participated in many battles, fought in the Gulf War, and even experienced the Rwanda tragedy and survived intact.
Come back to me."
After patiently listening to the translation, Wei Ran asked tentatively, "So..."
"Shortly after the Rwandan tragedy"
Mrs. Margo pointed to the group photo in the frame, "I remember it very clearly. It was September 11, 1994. The other three young men in the photo came to Madagascar and knocked on my door."
"Are you Malagasy?"
After Wei Ran finished the translation, he suddenly switched to French and asked. Putting aside the French threat on the back of the postcard, Madagascar has been a French colony for a long time, and there is no reason why Mrs. Marge can't speak French.
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"Do you speak French?"
There was finally an expression on Mrs. Mag's face, but soon she waved to the translator and the two black people standing next to her, and said in English, "You go to the yard and wait under the oak tree first."
Me."
I hope you don't step in shit...
Wei Ran secretly blessed him, watched the three servants leave the room, and then continued to say in French, "Mrs. Margot, please continue speaking."
"good"
Mrs. Margue sighed, and continued to recall in her obviously more proficient French, "Not long after the three young men came to my house, Athol left with them. At that time, he told me that they
Prepare to return to Corsica to receive their French identity and the rewards from the last mission."
"He became a French citizen?" "Yes"
Mrs. Margot nodded, "That has always been his dream. When my Athol was born, the French remnants were not happy in the independent Madagascar. So he always dreamed of leaving Madagascar and becoming a Frenchman.
He returned to France as a soldier. At that time, joining the Foreign Legion was his only option."
"Then what?" Wei Ran asked after a brief silence. "Then they never came back again."
Mrs. Margue sighed, "I later went to Corsica to inquire. My Athol and his three friends did not go back to report. In fact, after finishing the operation in Rwanda, several of them chose
Retired and obtained French citizenship."
"Where are his comrades?" Wei Ran asked, "Don't they know where your son has gone?"
"have no idea"
Mrs. Margot sighed and shook her head, "The Foreign Legion helped me ask all his friends, but no one knows where he and his three friends went."
Speaking of this, Mrs. Mag pointed to the cello case on the table, "But, on Christmas the second year after my Athol disappeared, I received the contents of the cello box. I am very sure that those weapons are
My son’s things. Especially the ring attached to the pistol, which was his and his wife’s wedding ring.”
"Where is his wife?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously. "She's dead."
Mrs. Mager sighed, "On the day after Athol's wife was shot, these things appeared in my garage. According to the police, the gun that killed the poor girl was shot from this gun.
The bullet that went out.
But those idiots foolishly thought that it was my Athol who killed his wife and put him on a wanted list."
"It seems that the police's wanted search failed to find your son." "If they can help me find my son, I would like to thank them."
Mrs. Mag touched the photo frame that Wei Ran had just put down and said, "Young man, help me find my son. Find the cemetery mentioned on the postcard, or find the other three young men in the photo."
Before Wei Ran could speak, Mrs. Margue said, "I can spare 50,000 euros for this."
"This price may not be enough," Wei Ran said bluntly. "I can only afford so much cash."
Mrs. Mag said helplessly, "How about you help me investigate first? When you find valuable clues, we will sit down and negotiate a commission that satisfies you."
"I don't have such rules here."
As he spoke, Wei Ran gently closed the cello box, "If you really expect me to find out something, it's best to offer enough chips right now to make me excited."
"How about uncut diamonds?" Mrs. Margot's demeanor also changed, "I have enough diamonds."
"So, how much can you give me?" Wei Ran asked bluntly.
After looking around, Mrs. Margot reached out and picked up the celadon teacup in the center of the long table, "Just use this teacup as a measure. If you can find it, you will get enough diamonds from me to fill this teacup."
"Mrs. Margot"
Wei Ran stood up as he spoke and took the initiative to reach out to the old lady opposite, "I'm already moved by the reward you offered."
Mrs. Mag shook hands with Wei Ran gently across the table, "I took this beautiful cup away. When I return to the hotel, I will fill it with water and put it on the balcony table.
Mr. Victor, before all the water in this cup evaporates, I hope you can give me a satisfactory investigation result."
"I will try my best," Wei Ran responded confidently.
