After resting one night in the hotel, Wei Ran re-disguised his face and body shape early the next morning, took the cash and bullet samples he had prepared in advance, and took a taxi to the tower again. The suburban farm where West is located.
Almost at the same time he got out of the taxi, little Matthew ran out of the room in a hurry.
"Don't you need to go to school?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Today is the weekend, Mr. Nicholas." As Matthew spoke, he had already handed the mobile phone he used yesterday to Wei Ran.
"Give this to your Uncle Taxi" Wei Ran took the phone and handed the bullet sample in the sealed bag to the other party.
"Please wait a moment," Matthew said, taking out a cosmetic spray bottle from his pocket, pointing it at the sealed bag and spraying it wildly.
In the strong smell of alcohol, Matthew also explained in a milky voice, "This is just the first step of cleaning. After it is sent in, it will be washed again with an ultrasonic cleaning machine. Uncle Tassie will I'm willing to touch him."
"Sounds really troublesome. Are you always like this?"
Faced with Wei Ran's question, Matthew nodded as usual, "That's it. It’s already a very easy job, but the trouble is that every day’s meal must not only be clean enough, but also the presentation must meet his requirements, otherwise Uncle Tassie will go crazy.”
“It’s really. Thank you for your hard work."
Wei Ran grinned. It was really hard to make any comment. Mental illness was far more torturous than physical pain. This was true before he got the Guqin Yaoguang bed. , but I have a deep understanding of it.
After waiting patiently for Matthew to complete the disinfection work on the inside and outside of the packaging bag, the little guy walked into the wooden house with a bullet that contained the residual alcohol smell in a small acrylic glass box.
On the second floor of another house next door, behind the gauze curtains, Monica was showing half of her face, secretly looking at Wei Ran who had already discovered her.
While Weiran waited patiently, more than half an hour passed before Taxi sent a call request.
It’s just that compared to yesterday, Tassie in the video this time actually wore a protective suit, and the ordinary one was also held by him with a pair of tweezers, as if he was treating it. Like fragments of graphite core dug out of the ruins of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant.
"Is this what you plan to do?" Tassie asked the camera with some disappointment, "It doesn't look complicated."
"It's really not. It's complicated, but the requirements are still very high." Wei Ran explained, "And the material requirements are also relatively high." "Let's talk about it in detail." Taxi finally became interested.
Hearing this, Wei Ran switched to the memo page of his mobile phone and read the size data and material requirements that he had written down yesterday to the other party one by one. At the same time, he was also secretly preparing in case the other party heard about it. I figured out what this thing is for, so I moved it out and borrowed it I had thought of in advance.mouth.
However, after listening, Taxi just nodded without hesitation, "It's not too difficult, how many do you want?"
"How about 100? "Wei Ran asked tentatively. Of course he didn't need so much, but he had to consider whether the other party would be too lazy to take the job if he said less.
"There are too many. Although they are not difficult to process, if you follow what you just said and want to achieve the highest precision I can achieve, it will take at least five hours to make one." Taxi While speaking, he fed the bullets held by the tweezers into a machine, "How about 50? I can only make 50 for you at most."
"50 is fine too"
p>Wei Ran thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "But I may ask you to make something in the future. I hope you won't refuse then."
"Of course not"< /p>
Tasi said while using a spray bottle to disinfect the tweezers, "Now let's talk about the price. Every time I help you process one of those little things, it costs 200 euros, and 50 of them cost 10,000 euros. These need to be paid before starting processing.
In addition, there is Gubijing Pasta Restaurant. I will help you process these small things only if you rent that restaurant.”
It seems that this money has to be spent... Wei Ran thought to himself, and then nodded in agreement, "Let Matthew come out and get the money. In addition, I will rent the place." After that, it may not open for business very soon."
"Of course, our agreement does not require you to open for business when," Taxi said happily.
"In addition, I will take away at least two of the things you processed today." Wei Ran made a second request.
Taxi nodded happily, "If you don't mind, please wait under the oak tree for a while. I will let Monica bake pizza for you to eat, but you also know our situation, so it's very Sorry, we can't invite you to sit in any house."
"No need"
Wei Ran said simply, "I will pay an additional two hundred euros later. , after you process it, how about asking Monica to send it to Gubijing Pasta Restaurant together with the key to the restaurant? I know she has social anxiety, so she can just leave it at the bar of the restaurant without waiting for me to show up. , You don’t even need to make a call.”
At this point, Wei Ran let the taxi that had been waiting for him appear on the screen, “I don’t want the taxi to be waiting here all the time.”< /p>
"No problem" Taxi simply agreed to Weiran's request, "I'll let Matthew out now."
After hanging up the phone and not waiting long, Matthew took the He walked out with a file bag. After casually looking at the contents of the agreement, Wei Ran happily took out the corresponding amount of cash and handed it to the other party.
After taking the cash, Matthew immediately ran into the room, and soon handed over the agreement signed by Monica and a handful of shinyThe key was delivered to him.
"Mr. Nicholas, we will deliver the things you need when we go to the city to buy things at about six o'clock this afternoon."
"Then. I'm sorry to bother you." Wei Ran put away the rental agreement, touched Matthew's fluffy roll, turned around and got into the taxi that had been waiting for him.
Back in the city smoothly, Wei Ran changed into a taxi and rushed straight to Gubijing Pasta Restaurant. After opening the rolling shutter door, he went straight to the small bar on the second floor and stood in the small bar on the side of the bar. The memoirs written by two survivors, Trento and Pierre, were successfully found on the bookshelf.
After flipping through the front and back pages of this memoir, there is no publication information, let alone information such as book number or pricing. From this, it can be seen that this memoir has most likely not been released. , I just printed a few copies in small quantities as a souvenir.
Putting the memoir in his bag, Wei Ran took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the group behind the bar. Then he turned and went downstairs, locked the half-open rolling door, and took a taxi back to the hotel.
I took my time and changed my face, and also changed my hair color. Wei Ran wore a formal suit, took the memoir, and took a taxi straight to a church not far from Gubijing Pasta Restaurant.
Choose a bench outside the church with a view of the restaurant. Wei Ran sat down, tucked the memoir into a Bible he had prepared in advance, and waited patiently for Matthew and Moni. Ka sent the processed bullet and read the contents in the memoir.
In the memoirs co-authored by Trento and Pierre, they recorded detailed records from the perspectives of transport company soldiers of the Italian 101st Armored Division and tankers of the 132nd Armored Division respectively. Everything that happened in the early stages of the Second Gubijing War.
From the perspective of the two wounded soldiers, it explains the various things that the soldiers of the three countries did in order to survive in the desert where they lost their way and to continue their friendship until the end of the war. choose.
It was from this memoir that Wei Ran learned that shortly after they escaped from the desert, reporter Pell went back again, took a group photo of them, and The news was told to Trento, who was still recovering in the hospital.
In addition, Wei Ran also learned from this memoir that for a long time after the war, Pierre and Trento worked hard to find the reporter Pei. your whereabouts.
Unfortunately, the only clue they got was that Pell died in an air strike. Apart from that, they didn’t even know where he was buried, and this became their biggest regret. .
Of course, the memoirs also mention the British prisoner Harry Burton many times without any surprise. However, between the lines, Trento and Pierre did not want him to know that Carlo, Panetong and Pell had been killed in the battle, so they never went to the North African desert to attend the appointment.
At the end of the memoir, it was also mentioned that in the secondIn the safe at the bar on the floor, there is still a bottle of leftover red wine they drank at the birthday party, and a bottle of French red wine waiting for everyone to share at the second birthday party.
After reading the entire memoir, Wei Ran glanced in the direction of Gubijing Pasta Restaurant.
The restaurant facade shrouded in the sunset was dyed a touch of golden color. Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows protected by iron bars, it seemed that there were two dying old people guarding the birthday cake, waiting for those who would never appear again. An old friend attended an arranged birthday party.
After a long time, a convertible Fiat 500 parked in the parking lot opposite the restaurant. Matthew, a kid wearing jeans and a T-shirt, walked across the road holding ice cream in one hand and an acrylic glass box in the other. , opened the rolling shutter door of the restaurant and got in.
Not long after, the little guy came out again, locked the rolling door, and disappeared into the street corner shrouded in the sunset in the small convertible car.
After taking one last look at the quiet streets around the restaurant to make sure there were no police officers he had been worried about, Wei Ran slowly stood up and walked to the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant with the memoir in hand.
The rolling shutter door that had just been locked was opened again, and Wei Ran saw at a glance that there was a small acrylic glass box on the bar with traces of fire, and a machine that he had been on. The cell phone used on that farm.