Under the guidance of Teacher Daliya, he left the tomb of the unknown martyrs and left the uneven Red Square. Wei Ran took the key handed over by the other party, got into an inconspicuous old car, and led all the way to the southwest under Daliya's guidance, and finally stopped downstairs in a circular apartment building that could also be called a Moscow landmark.

This circular apartment with an inner diameter of more than 150 meters is also of great origin. It was originally designed and built for the 1980 Moscow Olympics. The original drawings included five circular buildings of the same size.

However, after the first circle was repaired, the architects with larger ideas than the Soviet Union realized that there seemed to be insufficient money. Although they failed to install B, fortunately, at least the first circle was repaired. Although the Soviet Union is no longer there, the circular apartment has been preserved. Moreover, looking at the cars parked downstairs, it is obvious that there are still many people living in it.

Wei Ran honestly followed Daliya out of the car, went upstairs, and finally parked outside an old security door on the top floor.

"Teacher Daliya, what is this place?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

However, Teacher Daliya did not answer, but took out a key from her pocket and opened the security door, signaling Wei Ran to follow her in.

Unlike the late Soviet buildings that Wei Ran remembered, this room was much more spacious, with a typical three bedroom, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom.

However, the various furniture in this room looked particularly old and simple, and on the floor facing the entrance, there was a crate box more than one meter long and without a lid.

This not-so-large crate doesn't have much stuff. On a neatly stacked Soviet cloak was a SVT40 semi-automatic rifle with an optical scope, a telescope and a steel helmet issued by the Soviet Union during World War II.

Under Wei Ran's gaze, Daliya took out the semi-automatic rifle and handed it to Wei Ran. It was not until this time that he noticed that he was wearing two simple-shaped silver rings on the hollow ring at the end of the puller handle of the gun.

On the left side of the wooden butt stock, there are four "北"-shaped marks and one "北"-shaped marks. On the right side of the butt stock, there are two rows of 14 five-pointed stars in total.

If these are used to record the results, this gun killed 37 enemies in total? Although this number is not as good as the so-called "Top Ten Snipers in World War II", it is still considered terrifying.

Before Wei Ran asked, Teacher Daliya introduced, "The male owner of this house passed away two months ago. According to his will, the things in this wooden box, including this house and some other things, were donated to the Central Museum of the Patriotic War, five kilometers away.

The only condition is to investigate the story behind the stuff in this wooden box before the first anniversary of his death. Victor, that's your job. Also, as you said before, your investigation deadline is ending in February next year."

"Just investigating these things can make me a consultant to the museum?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion, "Is the other party a veteran of World War II? This doesn't sound too difficult to do."

"Although my understanding and interpretation of history may not be as professional as you, it is not easy."

Daliya shook her head and explained, "The male owner of this house was born after the war. Before she retired, she was a construction engineer who had participated in the construction of this apartment. As for the things in your hands, they were actually left by his father during his lifetime. However, according to the investigation in the museum, his father had no experience in serving because of congenital leg disability."

"There are only these clues?"

Wei Ran asked while fiddling with the rifle that was still in his hand. He was not unfamiliar with this gun, and he could even be said to be familiar with it. After all, there was a similar model in the metal notebook.

Daliya took out a folded kraft paper file bag from her shoulder bag and handed it to her. "This is some information about the donor's father. Although it is not much, it may be of some help."

"It's gone?" Wei Ran put the rifle in his hand against the wall, reached out to take the file bag and asked.

Daliya spread her hands, "If there were more clues, the museum would not exchange it for a formal consultant title."

Wei Ran did not respond in a hurry when he heard this. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the long wooden box. After looking at the semi-automatic rifle against the wall again, he carefully took out a telescope from the box.

The barrel on the right of this 6X30x telescope seems to be penetrated by a bullet. The objective lens in the front has broken, and there is an obvious bullet hole in the barrel in the rear half.

Putting the telescope aside, he picked up the steel helmet again, an ssh-40 steel helmet issued by the Soviet Red Army during World War II.

It can be seen that the original owner had a very good preservation. Not only was there no rust on the helmet, but even the paint and scratches on it were clearly visible.

After turning the helmet, Wei Ran couldn't help but frown. On the three-piece artificial leather hanging and canvas webbing on the inside of the helmet, you could see clear black stains. At the same time, there was an inconspicuous defect on the brim and edges that were almost against the back of the head.

After looking at Teacher Daliya standing aside, Wei Ran put the helmet on his head and then held the telescope in front of him.

With just such a simple action, even Teacher Daliya, who was standing on the side, could have seen that the owner of the helmet and telescope was probably sniped. After passing through the objective barrel and the copper cover at the rear, the bullet may have continued to stick to the edge of the "brim" of the helmet and hit the face of the soldier who once carried the helmet, and even left a bullet hole the size of a little fingertip on the artificial leather hanging on the other end of the steel helmet.

He took off his steel helmet and placed it in a wooden box with the telescope in his hand. Wei Ran picked up the neatly stacked Su Jun canvas cloak at the bottom of the crate and spread it. The cloak also had black stains left by the oxidation of blood, but on the chest, there was a golden brooch with the size of a Chinese dime coin and sunflower-shaped shape.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In addition, in the position where the brooch is closed, it seems that something is written in black, but I don’t know if it was wet by water or the time has passed too long. The not-so-long handwriting is already blurred, and only one or two mottled letters can be seen.

After thinking for a while, Wei Ran put all the things back in place and covered the cover next to the crate. After thinking silently for a while, he stood up and asked, "Can I take these things away?"

"Send it back to Volgograd?" Daliya asked, lit a smoke and spraying mist.

"certainly"

Wei Ran smiled and gave a positive reply, "My studio has many historical archives. Although they are not as good as the Central Museum of the Patriotic War, I can't investigate here, right?"

Daliya nodded indifferently when she heard this, "In two days, these things will be delivered to your studio."

"So I ran from Volgograd to Moscow from far away, just to come here for a walk?"

"Of course not," Daliya pointed to several other rooms. "I thought you would look for clues in this house, after all, that's what the people in the museum did at that time."

"Forget it, this is not a murder scene, and I am not a detective. If I could find clues in this house, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the chance to come here." Wei Ran half-joking and half-seriously teased his colleagues.

Teacher Daliya finally glanced at the crate on the floor, took Wei Ran out of the room, locked the security door, and walked downstairs and said, "Besides this, there is another thing to let you come to Moscow."

"What's the matter?" Wei Ran asked inexplicably.

But Teacher Daliya was not in a hurry to explain, but waited until the two went downstairs and got into the car, and then said, "The day after tomorrow, some people will invest in our film studio and you need to appear and accept a few interviews. I have prepared the manuscript for you. Just like before, you will need to pay two thousand dollars for every error."

"The previous mistake was not that expensive." Wei Ran, who was in charge of driving, muttered in Chinese.

"Do you dare to repeat what you just said in Russian?" Teacher Daliya, who was sitting in the back row, asked with a smile.

Wei Ran grinned and didn't dare to look at the woman in the rearview mirror. He said with a blank lip service, "I just said, it's really hard for Teacher Daliya, I promise that there will be no mistakes."

"Since you are so confident, every mistake is $5,000."

Teacher Daliya was in a happy mood and lowered the car window and lit a cigarette again, "In addition, Gorman will come to help you complete this interview at that time."

"Teacher Daliya"

Wei Ran lowered the car speed and turned his head with a bitter face and asked, "Otherwise, you will raise the price again, don't bother Mr. Gorman if he comes here?"

Teacher Daliya seemed to like to see Wei Ran's appearance, and deliberately paused for a long time until the former turned his head back before he smiled, "I will convey your opinions to Mr. Gorman."

"I just owe it..."

Wei Ran, who wanted to slap his mouth, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom in anger. Under the guidance of Teacher Daliya, who was overjoyed behind him, drove the car to the door of a nearby high-end hotel.
Chapter completed!