"Do you understand English?"

"My father was a translator for a publishing house, and my mother was a proofreader for a publishing house."

Hans wiped away his tears and explained, "Except for German, they know five languages ​​and taught me all the languages ​​they know."

"Please go buy another breakfast," Wei Ran sighed.

"Mr. Victor"

Hans wiped his tears again, suppressed his tears and asked seriously, "Are my parents innocent in the war that has ended?"

"I don't know," Wei Ran said after a moment of silence, "War never spares the innocent."

"I'm going to buy breakfast again." Hans turned around before he finished speaking, carrying the breakfast he had just overturned, and left the room with the door open.

"Victor, are we participating in a just war?" Phil asked blankly, "Look what we did?"

"I don't know," Wei Ran repeated his previous answer, "War never spares the innocent."

Seeing that the other party fell into silence again, Wei Ran asked carefully, "Phil, why don't you tell me what happened since we were rescued from the buoy."

"good"

Phil sighed, "Do you remember that French woman?"

"Heidi?"

Phil nodded, "That's her, that poor woman is crazy, she has been crazy since she landed, maybe, maybe she was crazy before she landed, who knows?"

Anyway, she stayed in the hospital for about a week, the hospital where my wife worked at the time, and then she was found to be pregnant."

Seeing that Wei Ran remained silent, Phil continued, "We visited my wife when she was still alive. At that time, she had been sent to a mental hospital and had given birth to a girl named Vanessa.

."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It was the name given by Spear," Wei Ran said firmly.

"yes..."

Phil pulled the suitcase next to him, dug out a German kettle from a pile of clothes, opened it, unscrewed the lid and took a breath of strong brandy, "Before her Vanessa was born, she was the same as she was in the buoy.

, the suicide note written in the book that Spear left for her is read out almost every day, and everyone knows what the name of her soon-to-be-born child should be."

"Where is she now?" Wei Ran asked after taking the kettle and taking a swig of brandy.

"She's French, crazy French."

Phil picked up his half of the cigar again, took a sip, and explained slowly, "A French person is not qualified to live in a British mental hospital for free, let alone she has a completely normal child.

So after the war, before I decided to come here to deliver Mr. Julian's letter to his wife, I sent the French woman to my brother's farm."

"Your brother? Mr. William?" Wei Ran asked curiously, "If I remember correctly, he seems to be a firefighter, right?"

"He is worried that if he continues to be a firefighter, his child will lose his father one day." Phil spread his hands. "As a father, you always have to think about your children, right? I forgot to tell you that his child was born and is a healthy child."

A lively boy."

"Then you sent Mrs. Heidi over?" Wei Ran asked, pretending to be surprised, "Where is their farm?"

“Brighton”

Wei Ran read out the same address in his mind as Phil said, and then he heard the other person say, "That farm was inherited by my brother's wife from her father, and they just needed manpower.

Isn't this great? Although Mrs. Heidi is not in a very good state of mind most of the time, she is a very hard-working woman. It just so happens that my brother and the others really need manpower to help them complete the work on the farm. And since her Vanessa was born

, she hid the book in which Spear's suicide note was written, and it was not even possible to see that she had any mental problems.

Oh, right!

And Mr. Spear, his body was moved to his farm at my brother's suggestion, and Mrs. Hattie personally planted an oak tree next to his grave that day."

“Sounds like a good arrangement indeed.”

Wei Ran took a puff of his cigar and said, "If you have a chance, can I go visit Ms. Heidi?"

"sure"

Phil took the kettle again and took a big sip of brandy, pretending to be relaxed and said in a joking tone, "She might even recognize you."

"I hope so"

Wei Ran sighed secretly and asked, "Let's talk about the matter at hand, Phil, are you going to send the letter to Mr. Julian's wife for him?"

"right"

Phil nodded, "Her home should be nearby, but I haven't started looking for it yet. I want to wait for you to come over and let's be together. I...I don't even know if that woman is still alive."

"Then let's go together"

Wei Ran glanced at Hans who walked in with breakfast again, "I happen to have a dedicated guide here. If you don't mind, let him help us first find out how the lady is doing?"

"he?"

Phil glanced at Hans, the thief who was trying to keep calm, and finally nodded, "Then please leave it to this young man, if he is willing."

"And you?"

Wei Ran turned to look at the thief Hans, "Are you willing to continue working for us?"

"As long as you are willing to pay the salary, I am willing," Hans pursed his lips and gave his answer.

"You need money?"

Wei Ran was keenly aware of something. If there wasn't some necessary reason, this young man wouldn't bear the humiliation like this.

"I still have a younger brother who needs me to take care of him," Hans took a deep breath and replied, "he is just five years old."

"Where is he?" Wei Ran asked.

"at home"

Hans paused, then added, "In a village not far from Rothenburg, in a house left by my grandparents."

"Where is he?" Phil asked with a frown.

"There is also a sheepdog and two sheep," Hans replied truthfully.

"First find a car to pick up your brother."

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already taken out two more marks from his wallet and handed them to Hans, "By the way, take him to buy a set of clothes and take a shower, and then let him come to the hotel to sleep in the same room with you. This will also make it easier for you to take care of him." He, if you feel necessary, can bring your dog."

After a slight hesitation, Hans finally took the two marks, thanked him again and left the room.

"What is this?" Phil asked, looking in the direction of the door, "Atonement?"

"Atonement?"

Wei Ran smiled, looked at the town outside the window and murmured to himself, "I didn't do anything wrong, why should I atone for my sins? Even in that war, I didn't think I did anything wrong.

As for that child, as you just said, the war is over, isn't it?"

"Don't you blame yourself?" Phil said and took another sip of wine.

"Blame yourself for the people who died because we dropped bombs from planes?"

Wei Ran shook his head, "I will not blame myself, let alone doubt the correctness of what I did, never, ever. Phil, from the moment they chose war, all the tragedies that have happened were at that time It's all doomed. This is not our fault, and it should never be our fault."

"My psychology is not as strong as yours." Phil smiled sadly, "Fortunately, the war is over."

"Now that the war is over, why don't we go out for a walk?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already picked up the Robert camera placed on the sofa, "We can have a nice stroll around this small town, and maybe we can find a place to have a drink."

“It’s really time to go out for a walk”

Phil rubbed his stubble-covered face vigorously, then dug out a British P44 backpack from the suitcase, put the bottle of brandy in it, and then put a German lunch box with a belt buckle inside.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Finally, he put the pistol into his bag again, then held it in his hand and said, "Let's go."

"Then let's go"

While Wei Ran was talking, he had hung the camera around his neck and asked as he walked out, "Speaking of which, what happened to the buoy we were riding on?"

"It's still on the beach on the east coast of the Isle of Wight. I just went there to see it when I came here."

Phil explained as he went downstairs, "The things inside were originally taken away by the police, but after learning that I had placed the crazy French woman, considering the end of the war, the police took the things in the buoy away again.

They were all sent to me. I don’t know what those policemen who were obsessed with fish fry were thinking. Anyway, the buoy is still on the beach on the Isle of Wight, but the contents were all sent to my brother’s farm.”

“Let’s go take a look when we have time.”

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already pushed open the door to the first floor of the hotel, allowing the dazzling morning sun to shine on their faces, causing them to squint their eyes uncontrollably.

"It's my turn to ask."

Phil chose a direction at random and asked as he walked, "What's going on with your guide?"

"Just a little thief I met on the train."

Wei Ran briefly described what happened, "I just happened to lack a guide. Although I wasted some money and time, without the help of that young man, I would not have been able to find this place so easily."

"Are we friends with the Germans again?" Phil muttered to himself incoherently.

"yes"
Chapter completed!