After finishing the food in the lunch box, Wei Ran looked at the electronic watch on the wall. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening. He simply packed up the negatives and put them back into the wooden box. He closed the rolling door and was ready to go. Rest on the second floor.
But when he saw the Watts bun parked at the door, he suddenly remembered the cheating gift the professor had given him and his guess about the identity of the owner of the box and the negatives.
Maybe there are some clues in that box...
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, opened the rolling shutter door again, and took the rusty iron box from the trunk of the van. He was carried into the studio.
This box is the size of a microwave oven, and on one side, there is still a vague remnant of the words "Pravda". But the lid of the box and the surrounding areas were completely rusted, and even the padlock, which was only the size of a bottle cap, was covered in green rust.
Wei Ran could not think of cherishing such a tattered gift, even if it was given by a professor, so he directly found a hammer and screwdriver and began violently dismantling it.
First use a hammer to smash the padlock, and then pry along the gap between the lid and the box. It didn’t take much effort at all, and the almost rusted iron box was easily opened.
"There are quite a lot of things"
Wei Ran muttered, put on his gloves carefully, and carefully started to take things out of the box. He wasn't worried about damaging the items in the box, he was just worried about being cut by the rusty box and getting tetanus.
The first things to be taken out were a few suits and ties that already had a strong musty smell and two pairs of old leather shoes that were contaminated by alkali. These things had no value at all, and were directly carried by Wei Ran and thrown into the trash can against the wall.
Continuing to scroll down, this time I took out a set of Soviet military uniforms from the Second World War, but this set of military uniforms wrapped in a Soviet cloak did not have any military rank badges or anything like that.
At any rate, this military uniform is a complete set. Perhaps Professor Alexei has a way to help sell it, so he simply puts it aside and continues to take things out of the box.
The expected antique camera did not exist at all. After taking out several famous books wrapped in newspapers from the box, the only thing left in the box was carefully wrapped in a woolen coat. Living vintage cowhide briefcase.
After rummaging through the pockets of his woolen coat to make sure there was nothing, Wei Ran opened the slightly moldy black briefcase.
"Winning!"
Wei Ran's eyes lit up the moment he opened the zipper. He reached into his bag and took out a small pistol in a cowhide holster.
Wei Ran skillfully opened the holster and took out the pistol. Wei Ran recognized the model of the pistol at a glance. It was a PPK pistol produced in Germany during World War II.
But this pistol, which is solidified with thick gun oil, is far more delicate than Weiran has ever seen. Not only does the sleeve and the back of the barrel have a clear steel seal of the crisp eagle emblem, but even the red woodBoth sides of the handle are engraved with the Soviet Union's national emblem and the hammer and sickle that have long been abandoned by this country.
Carefully removing the empty magazine, Wei Ran pulled the slide. There was not a single bullet in the chamber, and it had even been completely filled with dried butter.
Subconsciously looking back at the rolling shutter door that had been locked by himself, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. This small pistol could not be seen by the professor, otherwise he would definitely confiscate it.
After all, Russia is a hellish place. Although AK47 can be easily purchased, pistols are very strictly controlled. Once he, an international student, is found to have a pistol on his person by the police, he will probably be deported to the country, which will be the lightest possible outcome.
"I also have a gun now!"
Wei Ran excitedly held up the small pistol and took aim. After he was satisfied, he took the pistol and two empty The magazine was inserted back into the holster and put into his pants pocket.
Continuing to flip through the black briefcase, all that was left inside was a brown leather notebook wrapped in layers of old newspapers and a red plastic leather ID.
"Pravda reporter: Boris Nikolayevich Polevoy?" Wei Ran looked at the press card in his hand and felt that this old man's name seemed particularly familiar. .
Holy shit! ”
Wei Ran looked at the character introduction searched on the phone screen, and after exclaiming, he finally remembered who this person was!
This Bolevoy is here During the Soviet Patriotic War, as a reporter for Pravda, he participated in many battles including the Defense of Moscow and the Battle of Stalingrad. In 1945, he even followed the Soviet army into Berlin. At the end of the war Later, he reported on the entire process of the Nuremberg Trials!
Most Chinese people may not know these legendary experiences, but masterpieces such as "Traveling China Thirty Thousand Miles" and "Real People" (Legless Pilots) are widely used. Huaxia is definitely a household name, and their authors are all this war correspondent who won the Order of Lenin and the Gold Medal, and was even promoted to colonel after the war.
Come back to your senses, Wei Ran! Throwing the phone directly on the table, Sa Yazi rushed to the trash can beside the wall and carefully picked up the clothes and shoes she had just discarded!
If these clothes belonged to the legendary reporter! Yes, they can definitely be sold for a lot of money, and they are even qualified to be sent to the museum!
I carefully inspected the clothes taken out of the trash can, and luckily there were no stains on them. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then picked up the cowhide notebook that he had just thrown aside.
This cowhide notebook is the same as the negative photo albums just now. They are all A4 paper size and five or six centimeters thick, but they are the same size. The integrated cowhide back cover is about ten centimeters longer than the front cover. When closed, it just rests on the cover to protect the edge of the book. But after he untied the cowhide rope, there was actually a stick fixed on the outer cover of the wider back cover. Silver feather bookmark
<.p>Weighing the weight of this bookmark, its heavy feel proved that it was definitely some kind of precious metal.Putting it aside carefully, Wei Ran's attitude became much more correct, and he carefully opened the slightly moldy cover. A faint musty smell hit my nose. On the first page of this notebook, there was a photo of a man wearing a Soviet military uniform from World War II.
But underneath this business card-sized photo, there is a completely unfamiliar name written in two clear lines of pen writing:
War Photographer
Alexander Arkadyevich Trotsky
Who is this man? Wei Ran picked up the phone again, but after searching, there was no clue about the name at all.
With doubts, I picked up the cowhide notebook again and turned it to the second page. This page also had a black and white photo the size of a cigarette box, but the protagonist in the photo was a Ural motorcycle. , and next to the photo, there is this palm-sized paper bag, which contains several negatives that have been glued together.
On the rest of the page, something is recorded in neat Russian handwriting, but unfortunately, this cowhide book seems to have been invaded by moisture, and most of these handwritings have been blurred.
I patiently turned to the third page. It was still a black and white photo, a paper bag full of negatives, and a page full of blurry text, but the protagonist in the photo became A GAZ sedan.
Continuing to scroll down, the protagonist in the photo on the fourth page is replaced by a Mosin Nagant rifle. At the same time, the text on this page is also extremely clear and concise, with only one sentence: "I killed people I shouldn't have killed, but the war left me no choice."
"Who is a serious photographer? I'm just writing a diary..." Wei Ran muttered to himself and turned the notebook to the fifth page.
In the photo on this page, it turned out to be a Li-2 aircraft, and the surrounding writing was once again blurred.
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. It was only five pages, and he had already taken pictures of motorcycles, cars, rifles, and even airplanes. He co-authored the photography of this old man with a dead name. The division specializes in photographing war equipment?
Wei Ran, whose curiosity was aroused, continued to flip through the pages. However, in the black and white photo on the sixth page, there was only a broken watch, and there was not even anything written on the light yellow page. letter.
Continuing to turn back, from the seventh page to the end, the notebook is completely blank.
Close the notebook gently and put the bookmark back to its original position. Wei Ran thought for a moment, then took out his cell phone again and dialed Professor Alexei's number.
"Who are you talking about? Polevoy? War correspondent Boris Nikolayevich Polevoy?"
After listening to Wei's remarks, Professor Alexei After Ran's description, he immediately stepped on the brakes and started to turn around, "I'm going back now! This time we are rich!"
Listening to the busy signal from the phone, Wei Ran curled his lips., he has decided that when this old guy comes back, he must carefully calculate the overtime pay before letting him in!