As long as these evidences are made public, both the deceased photographer Nagatsuka Joeji and the other three executioners will be in panic for the rest of their lives, and they may even die from the retaliation of the United States.

In other words, as long as it is proven that the woman and man are indeed Earhart and her navigator partner, the United States will naturally help them find the other three executioners.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the other hand, the reason why Mr. Hugo and Karan could not find the three executioners was probably because the other party made the same choice as them after learning that the photo album was lost.

Anonymous.

Wei Ran even had reason to suspect that the reason why the old guy who died not long ago might have settled in Darwin Port was to find these two crucial photo albums.

But from this, a new question arose. After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran winked at Xia Shushi, and then asked directly in Chinese, "Mr. Simpson, frankly speaking, I saw a few color pictures in another album."

In one of the photos, there appears to be the wreckage of a plane."

"My father and Mr. Hugo paid for the wreckage of a plane and placed it on the island themselves."

Simpson's answer was particularly frank, with regret in his tone, "Mr. Hugo tried to lure out the three hidden executioners by faking the discovery of Ms. Earhart's plane wreckage. But unfortunately, they failed."

"Failed?" Xia Shushi asked subconsciously, "Why did it fail?"

"According to my father, Mr. Hugo found a satisfactory island around 1965, and it took him more than half a year to arrange the purchased airplane wreckage and make it look as integrated with the island as possible.

For the sake of oneness.”

Simpson spread his hands, "But when he took the hard-forged photo to an editor of the Sydney Morning News, the other person saw the flaw at a glance. At the very least, he got the wrong color on the fuselage.

But how could it be strange to him? He had never seen that plane, but the editor had witnessed the plane taking off in Lai."

After a short pause, Mr. Simpson, who was extremely well-educated, patiently waited for Xia Shushi to finish the translation before continuing, "But even so, the editor still published his forged news in order to increase the sales of the newspaper. He just turned the color photos into

Just a black and white photo.

But I have to say that it was a wrong attempt. Not long after the news was published, the editor and Mr. Hugo died one after another due to various accidents."

"Accident?" Wei Ran frowned in surprise after listening to the translation.

"At least that's what the police said at the time."

Simpson spread his hands, "One slipped and fell off the balcony, and the other died in a drunk-driving car accident. But my father, Mika, and Mr. Hugo's wife both firmly believed that both the editor and Mr. Hugo were murdered by those executioners."

So with the help of my father, Mr. Hugo’s wife took Chris and hid in the primitive tribe, just like what my father and Mr. Hugo did after they took revenge on the photographer.”

"What happened next?" Xia Shushi asked subconsciously after finishing the translation.

"There will be no future"

Simpson shook his head, "Chris's mother didn't adapt to the life in the tribe. She died of dengue fever not long after she took Hugo to Papua New Guinea. During that time, a large dengue fever also appeared on my family's farm.

The problem, considering that Chris was not yet an adult at the time, my father finally decided to temporarily stop revenge and take care of Chris until he was an adult."

After listening to Xia Shushi's last translation, Wei Ran and he looked at each other, and then looked at Mr. Simpson again.

This time, this old man who was over fifty years old finally took the initiative and said, "Mr. Wei, I may have been exposed, and the other two executioners may have been preparing to attack me.

I hope that I can entrust you with this photo album and all the stories behind it. I hope that you can help me find the other two executioners. I hope that you can find out the identities of the woman who was insulted and the man who was buried alive.

I hope you can use this photo album to attract the attention of those Americans like you did to the captain of the destroyer Johnston, and guide them to take revenge on the two executioners who may also be alive."

"You think highly of me"

Wei Ran sighed secretly while Xia Shushi translated this passage. How could he not see that this old man was already prepared to die of murder?

"Why are you looking for me?" Wei Ran asked the simplest question after Xia Shushi finished translating.

“Thanks to Don”

An inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on Simpson's face, "Mr. Wei, when you were being interviewed on the USS Halsey, Don was tutoring my grandson with his homework."

At this point, Simpson glanced at Xia Shushi with amusement, and then continued, "Tang told me that this translator is a complete and hypocritical politician, and what he translated does not match one letter of what you really expressed.

"

Ignoring Xia Shushi's helpless expression, Simpson continued, "Tang translated what you said into English according to the original meaning. Frankly speaking, Mr. Wei, I can only hand this photo album to a historian as reckless and outspoken as you."

With it in my hands, I don’t have to worry about not being able to complete my revenge.”

"He said he watched our interview on the U.S. warship."

Xia Shushi said helplessly, "The Tang translator translated your original words to him according to the original meaning. This old man thinks you are reliable."

"What you translated this time was not what you meant, right?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be suspicious, "Just now you translated according to the other person's tone, why did you change it to the third person this time?"

"Because I am tired and my heart is tired."

Xia Shushi lit a cigarette angrily, held it in his mouth and took a deep puff of it. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that even if the President of the United States wanted to meet Wei Ran next time, he would not take the translation job.

The two brothers had just finished their exchange when Simpson suddenly said, "Actually, after the killer from Hambang Country who almost killed me released the video, I contacted him and tried to hire him to kill the other two executioners.

"

After saying that, Simpson spread his hands and said, "But the other party didn't reply to me. Maybe he thought it was a trap."

"Do you have any opinions or guesses about the executioner who committed suicide by poisoning not long ago and his congressman's grandson who committed suicide in prison by taking poison?" Wei Ran asked a new question after listening to the translation.

"It was the politicians who had funded the wine merchant who was shot dead by the killer."

Simpson said with almost certainty, "No one wants to be buried with a Frenchman. In this case, the best way is to shut up their family."

"Could it be the other two executioners?" Xia Shushi guessed.

"Won't"

Simpson shook his head, "The video that the old guy posted before his death was obviously forced, but even so he never said anything about the female pilot. Since he didn't say anything, it must not have been killed by the other two bastards.

His, but I think the other two old guys will definitely be looking for the photo album I brought."

"So I'm in danger again?" Wei Ran asked helplessly after waiting for Xia Shushi to finish translating, and the latter also translated the original words to Simpson in a particularly upright manner.

"Will not"

Simpson quickly said, "Nominally, I have deposited this photo album in the bank, and I come to China once a year. Almost all the soybeans produced on my farm are sold to China. I have many business partners here.

.”

You should have said this in advance

Wei Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, but did not say these words after all. In any case, this Mr. Simpson came all the way, and he came here for his own character (recklessness), so this book

The photo album, even if he didn't want to take it, he had to take it.

With this in mind, Wei Ran slowly closed the photo album and put it together with the waterproof metal photo frame that could be folded in half into his briefcase, "Tell Mr. Simpson that we will give him a satisfactory investigation result."

"

"Don't you want to talk about the price?" Xia Shushi reminded kindly.

"The other party has already paid"

Wei Ran patted his briefcase and said, "As long as we can prove that the woman in the burned photo is the American female pilot, this album will be worth a fortune."

"But how to prove it?" Xia Shushi asked.

"Find a way to find the negatives of those photos, or ask the other two executioners to help recall the specific location where the white man was buried alive."

After saying that, Wei Ran changed the subject and said, "Okay, now you can take advantage of Translator Tang not coming back yet and quickly ask Mr. Hugo where the fake crash island is, and then you can wait patiently for a while.

After some time, go find Miss Kou Kou in exchange for the $100,000 investigation fee."

"This money is so profitable." Xia Shushi murmured to himself, and when he came to his senses, he quickly asked this key question to Simpson.

Perhaps misunderstanding that this was the need for investigation, Simpson was extraordinarily straightforward and informed Xia Shushi of the name and coordinates of the unnamed desert island not far from Papua New Guinea. By the way, he also described in detail the plane wreckage that was being photographed.

After taking the photo, he was dragged to the seabed in which direction of the island.

They had just finished communicating when there was a knock on the door outside the box. Immediately afterwards, the waiters brought dishes to the table. When the first hard dish was brought to the table, Translator Tang also brought
Chapter completed!