Chapter 986 The life-saving charm left by the traitor
In the underground darkroom of Time Library, Wei Ran took a few deep breaths and then looked at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand.
However, just a second before he had done enough mental preparation and was about to take out the metal book, Lola's call came from the intercom placed on the charging stand beside the table.
"Fuck... I was shocked!"
Wei Ran trembled, reached for the walkie-talkie and pressed the transmit button, "What's wrong?"
"Boss, Aunt Daria is here. She has already gone to the next door."
On the radio channel, Lola replied weakly. Wei Ran could vaguely hear Xia Shushi talking beside her in Russian, which he had become much more proficient in.
"knew"
Wei Ran responded by putting down his phone, looking at the things on the table, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally opened the door and walked out.
By the time he left the basement and returned to the surface, Daria had been waiting at the door of the room for a long time. At her feet, the dog Beria and his two fox brothers were writhing around on all fours in an attentive manner.
"Why don't you go in?" Wei Ran opened the door as he spoke.
"This is your home." Teacher Dalia smiled gently and handed a small wooden box in her hand to Wei Ran.
"This is your home too," Wei Ran said indirectly, passing the wooden box, "What is this?"
"A little gift for you"
Dalia held down Wei Ran's hand as he prepared to open the box, "Open it after I leave."
"Okay." Wei Ran nodded happily and placed the heavy gift on the long table in the hall on the first floor.
"Coffee or tea?"
“tea bar”
Teacher Dalia's attitude was particularly gentle today, "Just drink the leaf tea you often drink."
"Hold on"
While Wei Ran was talking, he walked into the small kitchen on the first floor and made a pot of hawthorn leaf tea. Then he walked into the collection room and took out a 128g memory card from the safe, which was only the size of a fingernail.
This memory card was found in the handle of the revolver when the bell ringer was killed.
And the matter of him killing the bell ringer was only mentioned to Dalia and Niniel from the beginning to the end, so since he came back, he has never been to the Red Flag Forest Farm, but patiently waited for Teacher Dalia or Karl.
Mr. Pu is here as a guest.
Now that Teacher Daria is here, it is natural that this memory card should be handed over to her.
After deliberately waiting in the collection room for a while, Wei Ran came out and returned to the hall with the tea that had just been boiled.
"Tell me how you killed the bell ringer" Dalia asked while Wei Ran was pouring water for her.
"Strychnine, an extra shot of morphine."
Wei Ran gave a short but painful answer. At the same time, he poured himself a cup of hawthorn leaf tea with a bit of sourness and sweetness, and threw in a few pieces of dried hawthorn.
Pulling out a wet wipe and wiping his hands carefully, he reviewed the entire process of killing the bell-ringer in detail, and at the end, he gently placed the memory card in the palm of the other person's hand.
"This was found from the crack in the grip patch of the OTS38 silent revolver used by the bell ringer."
Wei Ran looked at the other party and added calmly, "I haven't opened it, so I don't know what is stored inside."
Taking a closer look at the memory card lying in the palm of her hand, Teacher Dalia hesitated for a moment and then took out her mobile phone. After removing the phone card, she also installed the memory card.
While the other party was browsing the data saved in the memory card, Wei Ran stood up and walked a few steps away, leaning against the wall of the collection room and continued, "Also, Niniel killed the bell ringer.
My family is very clean.”
"I already know this"
Daria responded without raising her head, "I also know that you went to Cuba to meet Santos. Gorman told me before you came back."
"So Santos..."
"She is trustworthy." Dahlia responded before Wei Ran finished speaking, "Give me some time first, and now you can take a look at the gift I gave you."
Hearing this, Wei Ran walked happily to the long table and sat down, picking up the wooden box that Dalia brought.
Just by looking at the pattern, you can tell that this ordinary wooden box is made of white birch, the most common type of wood in Russia. The only special thing is that the outline of the Tsar Bell is hot-stamped on the lid.
However, perhaps intentionally, the angle chosen for this illustration is not a complete angle of the Tsar Bell, but instead shows the broken corner without reservation.
So is this the death knell? Wei Ran muttered secretly and gently opened the metal buckle on the wooden box.
In this long box, in addition to a small PSS pistol that looked particularly well-made and two spare magazines, there was also a dagger in a leather scabbard.
Even if he didn't pull it out, he could still be sure that he had seen this strange-looking fighting dagger in the hands of Jima and even the Katenka sisters more than once.
Picking up the thick leather scabbard, Wei Ran slowly pulled out the black fighting knife that was shaped like a fang. Amidst the strong smell of knife oil, Wei Ran put it back into the scabbard without any hesitation.
box, and then picked up the small PSS pistol.
Except that the workmanship is obviously much better than mass-produced products, and the surface has been matte treated, there is nothing special about this gun.
However, he knew that this kind of dagger and this quiet little pistol were almost standard equipment for Deathstroke members, so was this considered a thank you or recognition? Or... it symbolized the end?
Before Wei Ran could think of an answer, Dalia had already stood up and walked to Wei Ran's side.
"It's up to you to keep this," Dalia said, and actually handed the memory card to Wei Ran again.
Seeing Wei Ran's surprised look, Dalia smiled and said, "I just leave it to you to keep. Of course, if you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, you can get help whether it is handed over to Russia or to you China.
.Correspondingly, I'm afraid you will also lose a considerable part of your secrets and freedom."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So here is..." Wei Ran glanced at the memory card placed in the gift box with fear.
"A traitor will always be a traitor"
Daria explained with mockery in her tone, "The bell ringer seems to have always been worried about being abandoned by the Americans, so he collected a lot of confidential intelligence during the years he worked for the Americans.
I think he did this, firstly, so that he could have a bargaining chip to save his life in case he was abandoned by the Americans. Secondly, he was probably worried about being revenged by Russian officials. He could disguise himself as an agent lurking in the United States and use that
The things inside are exchanged for some credit. In short, there are life-saving talismans prepared for the bell-ringer."
"It's just that he didn't expect that the first person to come to him would be a historian." Wei Ran said pointedly.
"I didn't expect this either."
Dalia patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, bent down and lowered her voice and said, "The missing Deathstroke team member was found by Jima, and the bell ringer was killed by Ninel as you wished.
Especially the truth about killing the bell-ringer, only Niner and I know. No matter whether it is Culp, Anna, Gorman or even Mr. Nicholas, they will not know that you killed the bell-ringer, let alone
Know that the memory card exists.
Accordingly, whether Jima or Niniel, they will also bear everyone's gratitude and all the risks that may come with it.
Finally, Victor, the only compensation and gratitude I can give you is this memory card. But good boy, I hope you will never use that memory card, and don't even be curious about what's in it.
, there is only trouble in it, it is as dangerous as Pandora’s box.”
"It's a fair deal, Teacher Daria. I will control my curiosity."
Wei Ran, whose back was already covered in cold sweat, paused, and also lowered his voice, "I will also work hard to keep all my secrets and precious freedom."
"Okay, do you have anything else to ask?" Dalia straightened up and asked with a smile.
"Don't you need one?" Wei Ran pointed to the memory card in the box.
"I no longer have an organization that I need to be loyal to, and at my age, I no longer have the need to take risks or save my life."
Daria showed a rather relieved smile, "From now on, I will enjoy life. Maybe I will run a sculpture gallery with Olena in Kazan or Petersburg in the future."
At this point, Daria had already stepped towards the door, "So I don't need those things at all. Instead of taking the risk of saving an unused time bomb, I'd better leave it to those who need it."
"last question"
Wei Ran stood up and waited for the other party to stop and turn around to look at him with a smile. Then he pointed to the wooden box on the table again, showed a gentle smile that the other party helped cultivate, and asked, "Teacher,
Where is this gift? Why did you give me these?"
“Just think of it as a souvenir.”
Dalia turned around again and continued to walk out while saying, "It is best to hand over things that have been lost to history to a historian to preserve them. They should have been forgotten long ago, but I hope someone can
Remember them."
"I will keep it well," Wei Ran promised, slightly raising his voice.
"Then I'll trouble you."
Dalia, who seemed to be more than ten years younger, waved her hand to Wei Ran behind her freely and with a pleasant smile. Under the escort of the dog Beria, she walked briskly out of the building she was very familiar with.
But it’s a very unfamiliar large courtyard.
It wasn't until he watched the other party get into the black car parked on the roadside that Wei Ran rubbed his face vigorously and walked into the collection room holding the birch box.
Putting the memory card that might be able to save his life or maybe even kill him to the bottom of the food box, and then put the birch box containing the souvenirs into the bottom of the safe in the collection room, Wei Ran once again mustered up the courage to leave.
