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Chapter 59 Murder under the Iron Curtain

On the train bound for Kazan, Wei Ran and Nikolay sat opposite each other, listening carefully to each other's recollection of the entire incident in detail.

In the other party's description, since he knew the truth of the matter, he has been tracking down the intelligence officer codenamed "Ampoule". But unfortunately, the other party seemed to have really disappeared from the world, and no clues related to him were found at all.

How to check this? Wei Ran tentatively asked, "Mr. Nicholas, can you tell me why he wanted to kill your family?"

Nicholas was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head, "He was first admitted to the West Berlin Hospital. At work, we rely on single-line radio communication, and I haven’t even met him a few times. There is no reason for him to kill my wife and children.”

“Then how did you determine that he was the one. The murderer?”

Faced with Wei Ran’s questioning, Nikolai explained, “That was after the collapse of the Soviet Union. I unexpectedly met an old man who had worked for the Stasi in Berlin. Friend.

I learned from his mouth that the person who killed my family was probably my colleague codenamed "Ampoule", and it was not only my family who was killed, but also the Stasi. The intelligence officers assigned to West Germany died in almost the same way as my family." "Is this person lying to you?" Wei Ran saw the other person's face before he finished speaking. with a mocking expression on his face.

"Okay, let's change the question." Wei Ran ignored the other person's expression, "When was your family killed?"

"October 4, 1979" Nicholas replied without hesitation.

“1979?”

Wei Ran muttered to himself and repeated, and then asked, “From 1979 until the disintegration of the Soviet Union, that person was still working for the Soviet Union. Work?”

Nicholas shook his head, “After my family’s accident in 1982, I was transferred to Minsk to take charge of teaching at the beginning of the next year. Shortly after I left East Berlin, Ampoule. In accordance with the instructions, he went to Bern, the political center of West Germany, to collect intelligence. It was not until 1985 that he lost all contact without warning.

For this reason, the KGB even approached me to inquire about his situation. , at that time we all thought he had been captured by the Americans. The Medal of Lenin you saw before was originally intended to be awarded to him posthumously because of his disappearance, but until the collapse of the Soviet Union, the KGB did not find any clues about him. "

Wei Ran closed his eyes and constructed the timeline of the entire incident bit by bit. According to Nikolai's description, the intelligence agent codenamed Ampoule broke into West Berlin under the control of several countries led by the United States in the early 1970s and found a job in a West Berlin hospital.

In 1979, Ampoule, who had been working in West Berlin, crossed the Berlin Wall and killed Nikolai's family. From this, the first doubt arises. Ampoule and Nikolai have never met each other a few times. How did he find Nikolai's home?

After 1982Later, Nikolai was transferred back to the Soviet Union, and Ampoule was transferred to Bonn, but he disappeared three years later. So the second question is, did he disappear "actively" or "passively"?

If he disappeared voluntarily, why did he choose this time? If it was passive, who was "helping" him disappear?

The more important question is, if anyone must be killed, the value of killing Nicholas as an intelligence officer will definitely far exceed that of his wife and children. In this case, why did the ampoule take the same risk but only killed Nikolai's family?

Wei Ran could not figure out these confusing problems until the train arrived in Kazan in the evening.

As Nikolay left the train station, the gangster with a mohawk had already been waiting for them on the roadside in his car. As for Dima, he was still staying in Volgog. Le's studio to catch up on sleep, this time did not follow him back.

After taking the bus back to the abandoned school, Nicholas led Wei Ran directly to the iron gate on the other side of the stairs on the second floor and put a key in his hand. , "Victor, let's go in and have a look. I have moved Ampoule's residence in Bonn and his home in his hometown of Ryazan, and even the structure of the house is the same.

Other than that , behind this door was my apartment in East Berlin, and the things inside were also moved back at that time.”

I looked at the dusty corridor behind the iron fence in surprise, and then looked at it with pity. Seeing Nicholas take a big step back, Wei Ran sighed, picked up the key and opened the slightly rusty security door.

There was a soft "click" sound, and as the switch was flipped, the dim corridor was illuminated by fluorescent tubes, and the wooden signs hanging on the doors on both sides became clearer.

The paint on these signs has peeled off a little, and their origins are written in neat Russian in the middle.

Gently push open the wooden door marked "Ampoule-Ryazan-Home". The not-so-large room has a strong Tongzilou style. Apart from simple furniture, the only other Apart from an old-fashioned radio, the only entertainment items were an accordion that was also covered in dust.

After briefly turning around and returning to the corridor, Wei Yan closed the door, turned around and pushed open the wooden door marked "East Berlin - Home".

Compared to the simple room we just saw, this three-bedroom and two-living room is definitely cozy, whether it’s the accessories and notes attached to it with magnets on the old refrigerator, or the children’s pictures on the wallpaper. The various graffiti patterns make this place full of life.

Gently push open the door of a bedroom. On the dusty table, in the dusty photo frame, is a young girl who looks about twenty years old and is playing the violin. Surrounded by some German textbooks and Russian masterpieces such as "How Steel Was Tempered".

I took a step back and opened the door of another bedroom. This room was much messier than the previous room, with all kinds of toys missing.It's all over the floor, and the surrounding walls are covered with all kinds of weird graffiti.

In addition to a solid wood bunk bed against the wall, there is also a photo on a small table. In the photo, there are two little boys who look to be less than ten years old at most. There were happy smiling faces, and even between the two brothers, there was a German shepherd sticking out a bright red tongue.

Without touching anything, Wei Ran stepped into the third room and then frowned. On the floor of this room, he could still see the outline of a corpse drawn with white chalk. On the table by the window, there is a small brown glass bottle also circled with chalk. On the dusty table, the word "Cyanide" written in chalk can still be seen clearly.

Sighing secretly, Wei Ran exited the room, walked a few steps towards the end of the corridor, and then opened a door marked "Ampoule - Bonn - Home".

Compared with the previous two rooms, this small room with one bedroom and one living room is like a warehouse filled with boxes of various sizes.

Most of these boxes contain incomprehensible German books and stacks of medical records. The remaining boxes contained various outdoor clothing and some outdated camping equipment and diving equipment.

The notebook shouldn’t be able to draw these things, right? Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then opened the only bedroom door.

Compared with the living room filled with clutter, this small bedroom is exceptionally simple. There is only an old-fashioned suitcase covered with dust under the bed. Pulling the box out and opening it, what was inside was a radio transmitter with bullet holes remaining and what seemed to be a driver's license.

This thing might work...

Wei Ran stretched out his fingers to dig at the remaining bullet holes in the transmitter, and then moved his eyes to the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand.

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