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Chapter 41 Nicholas 75 years later

Nicola's hand holding the photo frame trembled, and the expression on his face became extremely serious for a moment, "How did you find this place?"

Wei Ran looked at the people smoking around him. The little gangster didn't say anything, he just looked at Principal Nicholas with a smile.

"You guys go back first and bring some food over in an hour."

While speaking, Principal Nicholas started his motorcycle and waved to Wei Ran, " Young man, get in the car and let’s find a quiet place to chat.”

Wei Ran turned around and looked at the gangsters. Seeing that they had no intention of stopping him, he got on the motorcycle and let us go. Nicholas drove the motorcycle in a circle on the spacious corridor, and drove slowly to the back of the two-story concrete building amidst the sweet sound of horseshoes from the engine.

It wasn't until Nikolai turned off the motorcycle again and opened the footrest that Wei Ran got off the motorcycle. However, before he could stand firm, he found that the opponent had an extra gun in his hand. holding his own PSS silent pistol.

"Tell me, how did you find me?" Nicholas asked calmly, but while speaking, his finger was already on the trigger.

"I found a camera left by a war reporter named Zoya at the site of Position 19, as well as an anti-tank gun." While speaking, Wei Ran shook it first With the old Leica hanging around his neck, he slowly took out his cell phone and pulled out the photos he took of the anti-tank gun before setting off.

"Are you a mole?" Even a deaf person could hear the disgust in Nicholas's tone.

Wei Ran shook his head and handed the phone to the other party, "My client bought this artillery from the Diggers. I am responsible for helping him find the history related to this artillery."

After glancing at the artillery on the screen of his mobile phone, Nikolai put the mobile phone into his pants pocket, but Yuci still did not put down the pistol at the same time, and just continued to say indifferently, "But position 19 can be My current address cannot be found."

"My client is..."

Nicholas didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before he suddenly pulled the trigger. Amidst the inaudible gunfire, a fatal bullet flew past the edge of Wei Ran's shoulder and hit the oak tree behind him hard, leaving a hole the size of a chopstick head.

Waiting until the white smoke from the muzzle dissipated, Nicholas continued to say coldly, "Even if your client is the emperor, there is no way he will know that I am here."

< p>"Everyone has some secrets, right?"

Wei Ran took a step back with his hands raised, the week-long experience of Position 19 still lingering in his mind, along with what he had just done The deterrence brought by each threatening warning shot is almost negligible.

"Last chance, where did you find my current address?" Nicholas asked unmoved.

Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, put down his hands casually, and said while walking in the direction he came from., "If you don't want more people to know what the heroes who died at Position 19 have gone through, then shoot as soon as possible. I'm just a Chinese student working for the boss. I hope the police will bring my parents. When I see you, can you tell them that the New Year's gifts I bought for them are in the closet in the bedroom?" Nicholas was stunned when he heard this, and his hand holding the gun slowly slowed down. He put it down until Wei Ran was about to enter the shooting blind spot, then he sighed and said with a hint of exhaustion in his tone, "Young man, come up and have a drink."

Was walking back Wei Ran raised his eyebrows with a relaxed expression on his face. He knew that he had made the right bet this time.

Shi Shiran turned around, and Wei Ran walked back unhurriedly, took the cell phone handed over by Nicholas, turned it off in front of the other person, and stuffed it into his bag.

The latter reciprocated, pulling out the magazine of the pistol in front of Wei Ran and then emptying the magazine. His hand with age spots flexibly and accurately caught the bullet ejected from the chamber, along with the magazine. Put it into the pants pocket together.

"Come up with me"

Nicholas threw the pistol that had lost its threat to Wei Ran, got off the motorcycle unhurriedly, and walked in with the former The two-story building not far away was covered with Lingxiao flowers.

In the spacious hall on the first floor, the glass showcase on the left wall is covered with photos of outstanding students. The children in these photos are smiling very happily, and some children in the photos are even missing. A front tooth or a long, clear nose dripping when taking pictures.

Under these photos, not only are there specific shooting time and class grade, but there is even a photo of an adult with a similar appearance next to most of the photos. The people in these photos include Some wore glasses, some wore suits and ties, and even had beautiful women or handsome men on their arms. Some even wore military uniforms and smiled as happily as they did when they were children.

The photos on the right are group photos. Most of these group photos are of children in classes. There are also adults in simple clothes, and some are like those little gangsters just now. They are all dressed up in the same fancy ways. In addition, there are many snapshots taken at parties in the window here. In those snapshots, the old Nicholas is particularly amiable. There are even several pictures with his face and body All covered in cake.

Patiently waiting for Wei Ran to see the photos in the window, Nicholas slowly explained, "The ones in the photos are all the children who go to school here, as well as the villagers in this village. This was taken on my birthday."

"So are you the Mr. Nicholas I'm looking for?" Wei Ran turned his head and asked very seriously.

Nicola smiled, pushed open the wooden door of a classroom, and said slowly before stepping in, "Come in, let's sit down and talk in detail, and have a few drinks with me."< /p>

Wei Ran took a deep breath and stepped into this exceptionally clean classroom. Although I know it from the mouths of those little gangsters, this school has been closed for a long time, but this classroom is still extremely clean. Even the writing on the blackboard seems to have been written not long ago and is waiting for the children to wipe it after class.

At Nicholas's signal, Wei Ran sat down on a wooden chair obviously prepared for children. Before he could speak, the other party had already reached out from the desk and took out a bottle of vodka and Two heavily chipped enamel jars were placed on the table.

After filling Wei Ran’s glass with wine, Nicholas only poured a small sip into his own glass, then picked up the thermos bottle on the wall and filled the glass half full. .

"That's how those soldiers drank vodka in the days at Position 19." Nikolai's simple words brought Wei Ran's thoughts back to the war-torn Don River. .

"It would be nice if there was another potato boiled in salt water." Wei Ran muttered to himself subconsciously.

The hand that Nicholas had just picked up the cup shook, and a little cold well water mixed with vodka was also sprinkled on the desk that was engraved with various letters and patterns.

"How do you even know this?" Nicholas simply put down the cup.

"My job is to restore history"

Wei Ran picked up his cup and took a sip, then tapped his temple with his finger, "My understanding of World War II Maybe it’s not as impressive as your personal experience, but it’s better than ordinary people.”

“The modesty of you Chinese people is always full of confusion”

Nicholas sat down. He straightened his body and said, "Tell me, young man, how much do you know? What do you want to know from me?"

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