In the dim room, Wei Ran asked in a low voice after a brief silence, "What should we do?"
Before the middle-aged man, who didn't even know his name, could speak, someone came outside. A young man's voice came, "Artur, Artur? Your letter!"
"Is it Frank?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. Quickly waving to Wei Ran, the two of them walked out of the room each holding a wooden box filled with red wine.
Outside the bar, a man dressed as a postman, who looked to be in his twenties, saw Wei Ran and the middle-aged man who seemed to be named Artur walking out. He immediately lifted off his raincoat and took it from his bag. A letter came out and was handed over.
"Victor, quickly pour Frank a glass of wine to warm him up."
While Artur was speaking, he took the letter as usual and secretly attached it to the letter. The handed note was stuffed into his sleeve and asked, "Frank, why are you so late today? You usually come over for a drink before it gets dark."
"Normally you don't. So many letters."
The postman named Frank took the wine glass from Wei Ran, thanked him and drank it in one gulp, "Maybe I will have time to come over and drink later. One cup, remember to leave some food for me, I've been running around in this damn weather all day."
Artur replied with a smile while adjusting his cuffs, "No problem, you. You can come over at any time, I will ask Victor to leave you something to fill your stomach, as long as you don't wake me up."
"You are not one of those girls, I am not interested. I'll wake you up."
Postman Frank had already put on the hood of his raincoat again, "Okay, I'm going to continue delivering the letter."
Looking after the other party. After leaving, Artur was obviously relieved, and then got into the room behind the bar alone.
Not long after, Artur came back, stood next to Wei Ran and whispered, "After these people have drunk too much, let's go to the dock."
Wei Ran nodded imperceptibly, picked up the towel again, and pretended to wipe the cup while collecting useful information from the chatter of the people around him. As for Artur, after pouring himself a glass of wine, he walked up to the third floor alone and never came down again.
Although most of what the drunkard said was exaggerated and suspected of being fabricated, at least he was certain that it was early March of 1941. According to those pilots, the Luftwaffe was conducting air raids on British seaports. And from what those submariners said, they seemed to be hunting merchant ships.
In addition, Wei Ran also learned from the mouths of those dancers that they were basically bought from Denmark by the middle-aged man named Artur, but the one named Mi Ya's female singer, she is actually the biological sister of the female owner of the Siren Tavern.
As for the middle-aged man named Artur, it is even more interesting. According to the girls who begged for wine,This Artur was originally just an ordinary wine merchant, and the original owner of the Siren Tavern was his good friend and client.
However, not long after the war began, the original owner of the tavern was kidnapped by a chain dog and disappeared because he was half Jewish. Artur took the opportunity to marry the wife of the original owner of the tavern. By the way, even this tavern became his possession.
Think this is the end?
Of course not. After taking control of the Siren Tavern, Artur, who was good at playing tricks on the dancers, quickly established a relationship with the German Navy. He usually came here to drink. Most of them are returning submariners or warship sailors docked in Kiel Port.
What surprised him even more was that even the hostess of the tavern was sent away by Artur half a year ago. As for where she was sent, no one knew at all. Nowadays, not only has the Siren Tavern basically become Atul's own property, but it seems that even the singer named Mia is in danger and will become Atul's possession at any time.
This old guy can do it...
Wei Ran secretly dumbfounded, no matter what the real situation is, at least according to the words of these scantily clad girls, then Atul can definitely be regarded as a winner in life.
Under Wei Ran's insinuating remarks, the clock on the wall reached almost 11 o'clock in the evening. The soldiers and soldiers in the hall were either with their female companions who didn't know where they came from, or with those who The dancers who made extra money clambered up to the second floor and performed long or short symphonies of life in various rooms without restraint.
On the other hand, the female singer named Mia, after cleaning the stage silently, walked alone to the room on the side of the bar that led to the basement.
Soon, Artur also came down from the third floor and asked Wei Ran to clean the hall on the first floor together. An old man who looked to be in his fifties also came out of the kitchen not far away to help. .
However, this old guy seemed to be mute and relied on gestures to communicate throughout the process. After cleaning up, the old guy brought out a few pieces of food and placed them on the bar, and then he He went alone into the room where the drinks were stored behind the bar, slowly took out a bedroll and laid it on the floor, and soon started snoring.
Artur invited Wei Ran to sit down at the table closest to the stage. While eating the food brought from the bar, he whispered, "Frank's news, ours The things have arrived and are now on the boat at the dock. We will move them back later."
"What about Adam, the chained dog?" He also brought a meal. Wei Ran asked in a low voice while eating.
"Maybe I'm too nervous"
Artur didn't explain too much, "But it's best if you don't do anything. Victor, you can go first after you're full. Let’s take a rest upstairs, and we’ll pick up our things at two o’clock in the evening.”
Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded happily and took the rather delicious meal on the plate into his mouth in a few mouthfuls.
However, before he could swallow the last bite of the fried fish, the singer Mia opened the door and waved to Artur eagerly.
"You go upstairs first"
After Artur finished speaking, he stood up and walked quickly to Mia's room. Taking advantage of the situation, the old man also closed the lobby on the first floor. Crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
Seeing the former get into Mia's house, the wooden door was immediately closed and the sound of locking was heard. Only then did Wei Ran suppress his curiosity and use the light from the second floor. Turn on the lights and walk up the stairs towards the third floor.
At the same time, the mute old man who had been sleeping in the room behind the bar quietly got up, pressed against the gap a finger wide in the wooden door, and quietly stared at the dim hall outside.
Slowly arriving on the third floor, the furnishings here are not much different from those of later generations. Wei Ran randomly found a bedroom that looked relatively clean. After locking the door and checking it carefully, he closed the curtains and began to take various things out of the metal book.
The news is both good and bad. The bad news is that there are not many things that can be taken out this time. There are only Mauser bayonets, the titanium alloy sidearm, and a seemingly useless hip flask. It's just a Soviet cloak that can attract gunshots, and German leather boots that were taken out with the cloak. But the good news is that at least the silencer on the sidearm given by Mr. Alexander is still there.
After checking the bullets in his pistol, Wei Ran put it back into the metal book, then lay on the bed, secretly guessing about Artur's identity.
Based on the current situation, there is no doubt that Artur is from the UK, but from the mouths of the dancers, he seems to have some unclear connections with Denmark.
On the other hand, since the singer Mia lives in the room that leads to the basement, it undoubtedly means that she also has problems.
Finally, there is the postman Frank. Seeing how nervous Artur was just because the chain dog named Adam called away a German major, it is obvious that the postman's "gold content" is higher than that of the postman. higher.
In addition to these questions, another question that he needs to ponder is who are the Juliet and Romeo mentioned in the metal book, how to assassinate the chain dog Adam, and where to get the camera to complete the shooting task.
After sorting through all these questions, Wei Ran pulled a woolen blanket to cover himself, then closed his eyes, preparing to recuperate before talking.
At the same time, in the room on the first floor, the singer Mia was lying by the fireplace, holding a shovel in her hand, looking at the situation under the hole, and in her Next to him, there was a pile of red-hot charcoal in a tin bucket on a shelf.
"Artur, how is his condition?" Mia asked in a low voice.
A brightly lit placeIn the lower room, Artur looked at each other with a woman who looked to be in her thirties and wore a pair of glasses, and then moved her eyes to a man lying on the bed.
The wound on this man's thigh has become inflamed, and pus has even begun to flow out of the wound. It is obvious that his consciousness is somewhat unclear now.
Atul looked up at Mia, shook his head silently, and then used clean gauze to help the unconscious man re-wrap the wound.
"We need to get the medicine as soon as possible, and we also need to find a doctor who can perform surgery on him." The woman in the basement said worriedly.
"This is Kiel Port, not...forget it" Artur sighed, "Let me think of a solution."
After saying that, he walked to a shelf against the wall, took out two pistols and two boxes of bullets and put them into his pockets, then silently climbed up the steel handrail.
Passing through the fireplace hole where residual warmth remained, Artur used iron hooks to restore the iron plate to its original shape to cover the hole, then covered the gap with the surrounding ashes, and finally removed the iron bucket. The still burning charcoal inside was poured on top.
The Mia also picked up a long-bristled brush and carefully helped the former to clean the ashes on his shoulders, and then carefully cleaned the dust on the floor.
"Victor and I will go to the dock to pick up things later"
Artur sat on the bed and whispered while checking the two pistols.
"Can he... survive?" singer Mia asked worriedly.
"Maybe"
Artur gave an ambiguous answer, "If we can find a chance to send him away from here, maybe we can have a chance."
"But this is Port Kiel," Mia whispered desperately.
"Yes, this is Kiel Port..." Artur sighed, "Okay, go to bed early. I will discuss it with Frank tonight. If conditions permit, I will Then you leave with him."
"I won't leave, I want to stay and help you," the singer Mia said decisively.
"I have the final say here." After Atul said this, he stood up, opened the door, and quietly walked toward the stairs with the weapons and ammunition he had just taken out.
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