Under the leadership of teacher Dalia, we left the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and the uneven Red Square. Wei Ran took the key handed over by the other party, got into an inconspicuous old car, and drove all the way to the southwest under Dalia's guidance, finally stopping at a ring-shaped building that can also be called a Moscow landmark. Apartment downstairs.
This ring-shaped apartment with an inner diameter of more than 150 meters is also of great origin. It was originally designed and built for the 1980 Moscow Olympics. The original drawing had five ring-shaped buildings of the same size.
However, after the first circle was completed, these architects, whose brains were larger than the land area of the Soviet Union, realized that there seemed to be not enough money. Although the installation B failed, fortunately, at least the first circle was repaired. Although the Soviet Union is gone, the ring-shaped apartment has been preserved. And looking at the cars parked downstairs, it's obvious that there are quite a few people living here.
Wei Ran followed Dalia out of the car obediently, went upstairs, and finally stopped outside an old security door on the top floor.
"Teacher Dalia, where is this place?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
Teacher Dalia did not answer, but took out a key from her pocket and opened the security door, signaling Wei Ran to follow her in.
Different from Weiran’s impression of late-Soviet architecture, this room is much larger, with a typical three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom.
However, the various furniture in this room looked particularly old and plain, and on the floor facing the entrance, there was a board over one meter long without a lid. boxes.
There are not many things in this not-so-big crate. Lying on a neatly stacked Soviet cloak is an SVT40 semi-automatic rifle with an optical sight, and an Telescope and a Soviet-issued steel helmet during World War II.
Under Wei Ran’s gaze, Dalia took out a semi-automatic rifle and handed it to Wei Ran. It was only then that he noticed that there were two simple silver rings on the hollow ring at the end of the charging handle of the gun.
On the left side of the wooden butt, there are four "卌"-shaped notches and one "Chuan"-shaped notch. On the right side of the wooden butt, there are two rows of 14 in total. Pentagram.
If these are used to record achievements, then this gun has killed a total of 37 enemies? Although this number is not comparable to those of the so-called "Top Ten Snipers of World War II", it is still considered terrifying.
Before Wei Ran could ask, Teacher Dalia introduced, "The male owner of this house passed away two months ago. According to his will, the contents of this wooden box include The house and other belongings were donated to the Central Museum of the Patriotic War, five kilometers away.
The only condition was that the contents of the wooden box should be investigated before the first anniversary of his death. The story behind it. Victor, this is your job. Also like I told you before.In that case, your investigation deadline is February next year. ”
“Just investigating these things will make me a museum consultant? Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion, "Is the other party a World War II veteran?" This doesn't sound like too difficult a job. "
"Although my understanding and interpretation of history may not be as professional as yours, this is not an easy task. "
Dalia shook her head and explained, "The male owner of this house was born after the war. Before his retirement, he was a construction engineer who participated in the construction of this apartment. As for these things in your hands, they were actually left behind by his father during his lifetime. But according to the museum's investigation, his father had no military service experience due to congenital leg disabilities. ”
“Just these clues? "
Wei Ran asked, fiddling with the rifle he still held in his hand. This gun was not unfamiliar to him. It could even be said to be familiar to him. After all, there was a similar gun in the metal book. .
Dalia took out a folded kraft paper file bag from her bag and handed it over, "There is some information about the donor's father. Although it is not much, it may be helpful. ”
“No more?” "Wei Ran asked after taking the file bag.
Dalia spread her hands and said, "If there are more clues, the museum will not exchange them with a formal consultant title. "
Wei Ran did not respond in a hurry when he heard this. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the long wooden box. After looking at the semi-automatic rifle placed against the wall again, he carefully removed it from the box. He took out a telescope.
The right barrel of this 6X30 magnification telescope seemed to have been penetrated by a bullet. The front objective lens had been shattered, and there was an obvious bullet on the rear half of the barrel. Kong.
Putting the telescope aside, he picked up the helmet again, which was an SSH-40 helmet issued in large quantities by the Soviet Red Army during World War II.
It was clear. When it came out, the original owner had preserved it very well. Not only was there not much rust on the helmet, but even the paint and scratches left on it were clearly visible.
The helmet was turned over. Wei Ran couldn't help but frown. On the three-piece artificial leather suspension and canvas webbing on the inside of the helmet, clear black stains could be seen. At the same time, there was also a stain on the brim of the hat and the edge almost touching the back of the head. An inconspicuous defect.
Looking at Teacher Dalia standing aside, Wei Ran put the helmet on his head, and then focused the telescope in front of his eyes.
With such a simple thing, even Teacher Dalia standing aside could tell that the owner of the helmet and telescope was probably sniped at that time, and the bullet passed through the objective lens barrel and the copper cover at the rear end. After the plate, the edge of the "brim" that continued to stick to the helmet probably hit the face of the soldier who once wore the helmet, and even left a bullet hole the size of a little finger on the artificial leather suspension on the other end of the helmet.
Take off your helmet and put your hands togetherPutting the telescope inside into the wooden box together, Wei Ran picked up the neatly stacked Soviet canvas cloak at the bottom of the crate and unfolded it. This cloak also has black stains left by blood oxidation, but on the chest, there is a gold brooch in the shape of a Chinese dime and shaped like a sunflower.
In addition, there seems to be something written in black writing where the brooch is pinned, but I don’t know if it has been wet by water or if time has passed too long. The rather long handwriting has been blurred, and only one or two mottled letters can be seen.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran put everything back in its place and closed the cover next to the crate. After thinking silently for a moment, she stood up and asked, "Can I take these things with me?"
"Send them back to Volgograd?" Darya lit up a cigarette and puffed out the smoke. asked.
"Of course"
Wei Ran smiled and answered in the affirmative, "I have a lot of historical archives preserved in my studio, although they are not as good as the Central Museum of the Patriotic War. But I can’t investigate here, right?”
Dalia nodded indifferently, “These things will be delivered to your studio within two days.”
p>“So I came all the way from Volgograd to Moscow just to come here for a walk?”
“Of course not.” Darya pointed to several other rooms. I thought you would be looking for clues in this house. After all, that’s what the people at the museum did.”
“Forget it, this is not a murder scene, and I’m not a detective. If clues can be found in this house, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come here," Wei Ran teased his colleagues, half jokingly and half seriously.
Teacher Dalia took one last look at the crate on the floor, took Wei Ran out of the room, locked the security door, and said while walking downstairs, "What's the matter with letting you come to Moscow?" Besides this matter, there is another matter. "
"What's going on?" Wei Ran, who was following behind, asked in confusion.
Teacher Dalia was not in a hurry to explain, but waited until the two of them went downstairs and got into the car, then said, "Some people will invest in our film studio the day after tomorrow, and we need you. Appear for a few interviews, I have prepared the manuscript for you, and as before, you need to pay two thousand dollars for every mistake."
"The previous mistakes were not so expensive." Responsible for driving. Wei Ran muttered something in Chinese.
"Do you dare to repeat what you just said in Russian?" Teacher Dalia, who was sitting in the back row, asked with a smile.
Wei Ran grinned, not daring to look at the woman in the rearview mirror, and said with white teeth, "I just said, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Dalia, and I promise you won't make any mistakes. ”
“Since you are so confident, I’ll pay you $5,000 for each mistake.”
Teacher Dalia got off the car happily.The window lit a cigarette again, "In addition, Gorman will come to help you complete this interview."
"Teacher Dalia"
Weiran reduced the speed of the car , turned around with a grimace and asked, "How about if you don't bother Mr. Gorman to come over if you don't raise the price again?"
Teacher Dalia seems to especially like to see Wei Ran like this. He deliberately paused for a long time, until the former turned his head back and said with a smile, "I will convey your opinions to Mr. Gorman."
"I just have a bad tongue..."
Wei Ran, who wanted to slap himself in the mouth, stepped on the accelerator irritably, and under the guidance of the overjoyed teacher Dalia behind him, he drove the car to the entrance of a nearby high-end hotel.