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Chapter 1425 Mr. Zachs Relics(1/3)

Before Wei Ran could cross the street, Cha Xifeng's family of three and the blond woman in formal wear who looked to be in her forties or fifties were walking over ahead of them.

"Let me introduce you"

Miley first said in Chinese, "This is lawyer Judy, who was also the teacher of Mr. Zach's daughter. Of course, she is also a member of VN15. In other words, Judy is one of her own."

After speaking, Miley switched to English again and said in a particularly friendly manner, "Judy, this is the Victor we mentioned to you. He is a very talented historical scholar."

"Hello"

Judy greeted Wei Ran in Chinese with a weird accent.

"Hello, Ms. Judy." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party with a smile, and did not forget to praise, "You speak Chinese very well."

"He praised your Chinese very well," Miley helped translate.

"Don't Mr. Victor understand English?" Judy asked curiously, and received a positive answer from Miley.

"Miley, I know this young man in advance."

Judy said in a joking tone, "He seems to like collecting young and beautiful girls very much. You have to keep Cecilia away from him. Oh, and also, thank Mr. Victor for the compliment for me. By the way,

Tell him that Mr. Carlos and I have been old friends for many years."

“What is said on the Internet may not be true.”

Mrs. Miley smiled and said a kind word to Wei Ran, who was already wanting to lift the table, and then translated the second half of Judy's words.

With a smile on his face, Wei Ran exchanged greetings with Judy under Mrs. Miley's translation, and Wei Ran followed them to another building across the closed basketball court from "Weird Kidd's Studio."

Compared with the three-story single-family building guarding the street corner just now, this four-story red brick building covers an area three times larger than the former.

But the strange thing is that the first floor facing the street is completely a solid wall, with no windows at all.

“This building is also Mr. Zach’s photography studio.”

Miley helped explain, "The beautiful house just now is more like the front desk and his collection room, while this building is his studio."

"Are the photos of sexy girls in the window on the first floor of the front desk the works of Mr. Zucker?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"That's right"

Miley nodded and explained, "His job before retirement was mainly to take photos of graphic models, and he has cooperated with many famous clothing and luggage brands for many years."

After the introduction, the group of five people also walked to the other end of the second building.

Following Lawyer Judy into the alley less than two meters wide between this building and the third building on this street, Wei Ran also saw an inconspicuous but extremely thick security door.

"Click! Click! Click!"

As Lawyer Judy turned the key into the keyhole three times in a row, the thick iron door finally opened with a "squeak", revealing a glass door with a seal inside.

Looking up at the camera still working at the door lintel, Judy took out a document from her briefcase, signed her name, and then handed it to Mrs. Miley.

After Mrs. Miley also signed her name, the document was passed to Knife Bee's hands.

However, when the girl signed, just when Wei Ran thought he was going to sign too, Daofeng returned the document to Judy, and at the same time kept explaining, "My mother, I, and Judy

Aunts are all members of VN15, and the three of us will guarantee to take you in. If items are lost, the three of us will bear all legal responsibilities."

"So you..." Wei Ran subconsciously turned to look at Zha Xifeng.

"I won't go in. After all, I am neither a member of VN15 nor have the ability to help with the investigation, and I don't want to bear legal responsibility."

Zha Xifeng said in a joking tone while shaking the car keys in her hand, "I'll drive the car over later and wait for you outside."

"Mr. Victor, please come in with us."

Judy extended the invitation in English, also tore off the seal on the door, and used the second key to open the locked glass door.

This time, without the help of Miley or Knife Bee, Wei Ran said goodbye to Cha Xifeng who turned to leave, and naturally followed Mrs. Miley and others through the glass door.

Amid the slight musty smell that hit his face, Wei Ran stepped onto the wooden floor covered with a thin layer of dust, and while Lawyer Judy locked the two doors behind him, he looked at this huge space.

Although this building looks like it has four floors from the outside, it is not actually the case. At least the first and second floors are connected, and are divided into blocks by wooden walls. Walking along the way, each area

The block basically contains elements such as curtains, soft lights, mirrors, dressing tables, hangers and even changing rooms.

A few individual areas seem to be arranged for macro photography.

"Mr. Zach usually works here?" Wei Ran asked curiously as he visited.

"To describe it in Chinese, Grandpa Zach is an otaku."

It was Knife Bee who answered this question, "He can stay away from home for a month or even two months, locking himself in the studio, relying entirely on his assistant to take care of his life."

"Where is his assistant?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"He fired him a long time ago"

This time it was Mrs. Miley who answered the question, "But after that, Mr. Zach helped his assistant open a photo studio in Saigon."

"Do you know why you resigned?" Wei Ran dug into this topic quite inquisitively.

"His assistant is a Vietnamese young man named Max."

Miley stopped and pointed to a photo hanging on the wall and explained, "That's the young man in the photo, it happened after Mr. Zach's daughter met with an accident.

Mr. Zaka took Max to Saigon immediately after his daughter's funeral and helped him open a photo studio there. He did not return until Max's business was on the right track, and then returned the next day.

God announced his retirement."

"So...worried that his assistant will also be in danger?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.

"That's what we suspect."

Miley said, taking steps again, leading Wei Ran to continue to visit everything in this huge studio.

"His assistant Max, can I still contact him now?" Wei Ran asked as he walked.

"Unfortunately, he also died." Miley said regretfully.

"What? He's dead too?" Wei Ran stopped in shock and looked back at the young man in the photo not far away.

"He is also a member of VN15"

Miley explained, “Or rather, she is an outsourced photographer for VN15, an unpaid outsourced photographer.

Soon after he returned to Saigon, he sent us many photos of children born with deformities due to the legacy of Agent Orange.

We tried to publish those photos and let more people know that the Vietnam War was not over yet.

But not long after that, Max died. The local police investigation in Saigon showed that he drowned while diving, but how could that be possible?

He has extensive diving experience and was responsible for the underwater shooting when he was Mr. Zach’s assistant.”

"So it's the same as Mr. Zach's daughter"

"Yes." Miley nodded, "Like Mr. Zach's daughter, they were both murdered."

"Everyone knows that he sent those photos back?" Wei Ran asked instead.

“Many people know”

Miley's tone became increasingly bitter, "At least most of the members within VN15 knew that at the time. None of us realized the danger of those photos, including Max himself."

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran did not continue to ask, but took another step forward. Under the guidance of Miley and the others, he walked to the other end of the huge studio and saw the basketball court and the caterpillar car outside the bulletproof glass window.

A transport truck, and Zha Xifeng, who parked the car on the side of the road and waved to them.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look first," Miley said, pointing to the stairs leading to the second floor not far away.

Since he had to watch it sooner or later anyway, Wei Ran followed the others and climbed up to the second floor.

When he saw the ridiculously high ceiling, he was sure that this building, which looked like four floors from the outside, actually only had two floors inside.

And I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or some kind of tacit understanding. The walls on the second floor, the rows of display racks, and even the slender chains hanging above the head are all covered with old photos - just like Wei Ran’s Time Library.

Same.

The only difference is that the frames in these photos all seem to be shots taken during the Vietnam War.

In addition, in this large space, there were small safes placed every one or two meters against the wall. For a while, he couldn't even tell whether those safes were a kind of decoration.

"The Buddha statues you see in the photos were originally placed on top of those safes."

Mrs. Miley pointed to the row of small safes against the wall and said, "The gifts that are harder to send are all placed in the safes. Every time Mr. Zaka receives a gift, he will immediately set off to send the gift."

He would go looking for his friend's address, and when he came back with nothing, he would place the souvenirs he bought casually on top of the safe containing the gifts."

After a pause, Miley added, "There are 22 safes in total. Starting in 1976, Mr. Zach will receive a small gift almost every two years.

Considering that those things may contain key clues to find Mr. Zach’s friends, after discussion, Lawyer Judy, with the consent of VN15’s management, temporarily stored those things in a local bank safe.”

"Can I take some photos?" Wei Ran took out his cell phone and asked, shaking it.

"sure"

Miley translated this sentence to Judy, and after the latter nodded in agreement, she switched to Chinese and gave a cheerful reply.

"In that case, please help me open all the gauze curtains."

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already walked to the first photo and took a photo with his cell phone.

In this photo, there is an "intimate" group photo of several shirtless American soldiers and two naked women with humiliation and hatred on their faces.
To be continued...
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