Wei Ran paused and then continued, "The first hypothesis is that the British soldiers driving this jeep came here before your grandfather was captured. Mr. Edward, when was your grandfather captured?

Captive?"

"September 27, 1941" Edward gave an accurate time without thinking.

"Have you ever said which British army he was captured by?" Wei Ran asked, but Edward shook his head in return.

"No matter which army he was captured by"

Wei Ran kicked the jeep's shell, "According to my understanding, the first time the British L Team was clearly recorded as performing a special operations mission seemed to be in November 1941.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But unfortunately, I don’t know if it was because of Mr. Churchill’s blessing that they actually encountered a severe storm in this desert that only happens once in 30 years. Not only did the combat mission end in failure

, and even lost two-thirds of the team members at one time.

Although we cannot tell whether it was Team L who was driving this Jeep at that time, we can at least judge based on the time when Team L first performed a special operations mission. The probability that this Jeep came here before your grandfather was captured is not

not tall."

"Since the probability is not high..."

"Anyway, it proves that this car most likely came here after your grandfather was captured." Wei Ran concluded before Edward could finish his words.

Upon hearing this, Edward shrugged indifferently, "What about other hypotheses?"

"The major premise remains unchanged"

Wei Ran said with a smile, "The second hypothesis is that this car was abandoned here when the British soldiers who captured your grandfather were on their way back to their base."

"Victor, just tell us the conclusion." Edward urged.

"At least I haven't seen a description of this place in the work notes left by your grandfather, and it's obviously your first time here."

"I know" Edward puffed out a cloud of smoke, "so the probability of this hypothesis is not high."

"Communicating with smart people is easy"

Wei Ran complimented the other party perfunctorily, then said in a relaxed tone, "After ruling out the first two hypotheses, the probability that this jeep came here after your grandfather was captured is much higher.

.”

"But what does that mean?"

"I remember when we first met, you told me that your grandfather spent a year in prison in Cairo after being captured? And then suddenly he became an employee of BP?"

"That's true," Edward affirmed Wei Ran's memory.

"Then what price did he pay to leave prison?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.

"At what price?" Edward was stunned, then replied, "My grandfather never mentioned the price he paid."

This old guy is lying!

After Wei Ran made a judgment based on the other party's tone of voice, facial expressions and some small movements, he patted the car casing next to him with a normal expression, "Maybe this military vehicle is for the price your grandfather paid.

"

"Is this...is this too coincidental?" Edward asked in astonishment.

"What a coincidence?"

Wei Ran asked as he walked back, "Mr. Edward, this is only forty or fifty kilometers away from the place where your grandfather was captured. And don't forget, although we are now guests in the Berber tribe,

But this place is also deep in the desert, and within a radius of a hundred kilometers, this may be the only place where you can see some plants.

In other words, if the price your grandfather paid to avoid jail and still have a job was anywhere near where he was captured, those British people who came here to pay the price your grandfather paid

Soldiers, there is a high probability that they will pass by and rest here, right?"

"What if this place has nothing to do with what happened to my grandfather?" Edward asked abruptly.

Wei Ran was not in a hurry to answer Edward's question. Instead, he turned to look at Soliman, who had been following him. "Soliman, do you know when this jeep appeared here?"

"It has been here as long as the leader of this tribe can remember."

Soliman pointed at the children behind him who were aiming their twin machine guns at their backs, and continued with a smile, "Baha, the guy in our store, once asked the patriarch who only spoke Berber.

According to the patriarch's description, when he was the age of those children, the machine gun in the car still had bullets in the magazine. At that time, they even used the two machine guns to defend against the Bedouins who came to seize the territory.

people."

"How old is that clan leader?" Wei Ran asked.

"I guess he's at least seventy years old, right?" Soliman replied uncertainly.

"So he should have been born in the years before and after World War II."

After Wei Ran made his judgment, he translated the conversation between the two of them to Mr. Edward, and then said, "So the topic comes back again. Taken together, even if the person who drove this jeep here was

It has nothing to do with your grandfather, so there must have been German military facilities nearby that were worthy of Britain sending soldiers here."

"Hasn't this conclusion been stated at the earliest?" Edward reminded impatiently.

“It is true”

Wei Ran nodded, but asked abruptly, "So Mr. Edward, do you think your grandfather might have been captured on the way to the German military facility that could attract the British? Or, maybe he himself

Are they the staff at that military base?"

When Wei Ran said this guess, Edward's eyebrows trembled obviously. Immediately afterwards, the old man used the action of smoking a cigar to conceal his inner activities, and continued to say in an impatient tone, "Okay.

Victor, what I am paying you to find is what happened to my grandfather and where his colleagues went. You just need to give me a satisfactory answer as soon as possible."

"Of course, I will reply to you as soon as possible."

Watching Edward quicken his pace, a gentle smile appeared on Wei Ran's face. The assumption he just made was not to deceive Mr. Edward.

After all, it was only a straight line distance of 40 kilometers. In his opinion, any World War II military equipment that appeared nearby might be inseparable from Edward's grandfather.

With this in mind, Wei Ran turned to look at Soliman and asked in Russian, "Soliman, are there any military facilities or military equipment abandoned during World War II around here?"

"How large a range are you talking about?" Soliman asked.

"Let me think about it... one hundred... no, one hundred and fifty kilometers." Wei Ran looked at the scorching sun above his head, pointed to the southwest and said, "To the west, south and these two

An area of ​​150 kilometers between directions.”

"I'm afraid we have to ask the leader of this tribe."

Soliman spread his arms, "Our smuggling business only goes as far as here. The rest of the way is basically completed by the camels of the Berbers. They are more familiar with the surrounding environment than we are."

"So Mr. Saleh shouldn't just come here to rest, right?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.

Soliman smiled and nodded candidly, "Of course, we will need a guide who is familiar with the surrounding desert."

No wonder...

Wei Ran nodded secretly. When he was on the road, he had wondered why Saleh had to make a small circle to come here, but now he could explain it clearly.

Changing the topic at will, Wei Ran and Soliman followed Edward and slowly returned to the "reception room" surrounded by gauze walls in the shadow of the mountain.

Sitting back in the same position where he had just sat, Wei Ran picked up a particularly enthusiastic fennec fox and played with its overly large ears while chatting with Edward about topics that had nothing to do with his grandfather.

Soliman also came close to Saleh and whispered something into his ear. Then he came back and sat on the other side of Wei Ran. He also picked up a fennec fox and put it on his lap to help him gently.

He gently scratched his soft belly.

During the slightly boring wait, several Berbers wearing black turbans brought over roasted lamb and a steaming pottery tagine, and then several flatbread-like dishes.

Noodles and several plates of something like hand-caught mutton rice were distributed to everyone.

"Feel free to eat something. This is authentic Berber food that you can't find in Cairo."

Saleh, who had been chatting with the tribe leader just now, greeted, "After filling our stomachs, we will simply rest here for a while before setting off."

"Are you going to continue wasting time here?" Edward asked subconsciously.

“This is not a waste of time”

Wei Ran, who was wiping his hands with a wet tissue, answered the question for Saleh, "We can take a nap here so that we can be more energetic in the afternoon."

"Get some sleep?" Edward was stunned, "I don't have the habit of sleeping at noon."

“You can experience it”

While Wei Ran was talking, he had already picked up a piece of grilled lamb chops and threw it to the little foxes running around to fight for it. Then he actually took out a pair of lamb chops in a bamboo box from his own bag.

With his chopsticks, he picked up the large plate of something that looked like finger food and shoveled it into his mouth.

With his "city man" operation, he was stunned to see the Berbers around him who were holding rice balls with their hands and feeding them to their mouths, as well as Soliman who was also holding barley rice balls with his hands and feeding them to his mouth.

.

"Lend me your spoon"

Soliman responded quickly and sucked his greasy fingers, and unceremoniously picked up the small stainless steel spoon in the exquisite box next to Wei Ran.

"Can you lend me that fork?" As Edward spoke, he also took away the last piece of cutlery left in the box.

"Isn't there a spoon in the pot?"

Wei Ran mumbled something vaguely, stretched out his chopsticks and accurately picked up a large mouthful of tender lamb from the hot tagine pot and put it into his mouth.

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Chapter completed!