Secretly glad that he did not open the back cover of the camera rashly, Wei Ran finished rewinding the film first, and then directly took it back into the metal book.

After all, this is not Kazan, so even if the film is taken out, it may not be immediately developed into visible negatives. In this case, it would be safer to store it in a metal book first.

After reading everything that needed to be seen, he also focused on the object hanging around his neck.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Thanks to the unexpected discovery just now, Wei Ran first took off the now extremely expensive Nikon first-generation camera from his neck.

After careful inspection, this camera also contained a tube of film that had been rewinded. He fumbled to open the back cover, and a smile immediately appeared on Wei Ran's face.

Just by looking at the Japanese markings on the film canister, he recognized it at a glance. These were the negatives of those burnt photos, and they were the evidence of Nagatsuka Joeji and those nuclear recruiters who abused American female pilots!

The sky has eyes!

Wei Ran sighed lightly and simply took out the food box and put the tube of film in his hand together with the now extremely expensive camera.

Finally, when he took off the necklace made of Bird of Paradise beaks hanging around his neck, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Before entering that period of history, he did not know the existence of the indigenous soldier Valoro, and even Hannibal Simpson never mentioned the existence of Valoro.

He never expected that the taciturn soldier would die in another massacre.

Fate?

Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand, and inexplicably thought of the sentence he had just written on the notebook with a metal quill pen - "Only when photographers uphold justice and objectivity can the lens not be stained with blood."

At that time, he risked his life to save the child, probably because he was upholding the justice in his heart...

While muttering to himself, Wei Ran hung the necklace with patina and memories around his neck again.

Carrying the shotgun, Owen submachine gun and half of the samurai sword on the table, he went down to the first floor. After putting them back in place, Wei Ran walked into the bathroom with a tired body and a vague smell of blood, and stood there.
Chapter completed!