But even so, before Wei Ran got out of the car, he took out the titanium alloy pistol with a silencer from the metal book and loaded the bullet.

No wonder he wasn't careful, this kind of semi-abandoned shabby house was so attractive. From two-legged homeless people, drug addicts, to four-legged wild cats, dogs and foxes, even when he encountered a wolf, he thought it was normal.

.After all, this small community itself is surrounded by forests.

Wearing rubber gloves and shoe covers out of habit, Wei Ran took out a crowbar from the tool box in the cargo compartment, easily lifted the wooden board nailed to the door frame, and pushed open the unlocked door.

Got in.

Because all the windows had been nailed shut, the house, which had been abandoned for some time, looked particularly dark.

Fortunately, when Wei Ran tried to flip the switch, the fluorescent lamp fixed on the ceiling finally lit up as expected after flashing.

After closing the door, Wei Ran put on an extra pair of masks and checked each room one by one.

I don't know if it's because there are neighbors helping to take care of it, or because it hasn't been abandoned for too long. The furniture in this room is quite complete, but some appliances such as a TV, refrigerator, and washing machine are missing.

After carefully walking around the room on the first floor, except for some cigarette butts and beer cans, the room was quite clean.

Entering the only bedroom on the first floor, there were three sleeping bags of different colors placed on the iron frame bed. There was even an electric heating fan produced by China next to it.

In addition to these things, there was a waist-high solid wood cabinet in the bedroom. The only photo frame on it was buckled on the countertop. Not far from her, there was also a pot of a long-dried plant.

I gently picked up the photo frame, and the photo inside was of an old couple. The background of the photo seemed to be this house, but it seemed to be summer when the photo was taken, and there were many flowers planted on both sides of the door.

Putting down the picture frame, Wei Ran rummaged through the cabinet, but unfortunately, there was nothing in the drawers he opened in succession.

Reluctantly, I climbed up the dusty stairs to the second floor. There was thick dust accumulated on the floor of this floor, and there were also scattered footprints.

Looking at the few rooms, they were filled with all kinds of debris, and it was obvious that they had been rummaged through not long ago, so that all kinds of objects were piled up like rubbish.

together.

Stepping over the lame chair lying on the floor, Wei Ran walked to the end and stood under the ladder leading to the attic.

Climbing up the attic little by little on the ladder, I found that there were not many things in the triangular space, and it was obvious that it had been rummaged through.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But soon, he realized something was wrong, turned around and climbed down the ladder, glanced at the window at the other end of the second floor, and then

He stretched his upper body into the attic and glanced towards the end of the attic in the same direction.

After comparing it back and forth several times, Wei Ran even went downstairs and ran outside, going around the side of the house to take a closer look.

"It seems like something is really hidden in this house," Wei Ran muttered to himself.

The reason why he was so sure was that when he entered the attic, he found that only the side near the ladder had windows, and the other side was completely a solid wall.

Although there were indeed no windows on the other side of the attic from the outside, he always felt that the attic was slightly smaller than the space on the second floor.

As for why he is so sensitive about this, the reason is simple. Teacher Dalia borrowed the attic of the house where he lived, and Wei Ran also used the same method to get a mezzanine in order to hide a "historical ammunition"

” safe.

He quickly ran back to the second floor. After searching for a while, Wei Ran got into the bathroom next to him. Then he stepped on the edge of the long-abandoned toilet and the bathtub filled with debris, and gently poked it with a chair leg he picked up.

Poke the ceiling.

There was a soft "crash" sound, and the ceiling with the lighting fixed on it was pushed up by the legs of the chair, and the dust falling down instantly fascinated Wei Ran's eyes.

He hurriedly lowered his head, dropped the chair legs in his hands and walked out. He waited until he left the bathroom, then took out a wet wipe and wiped his eyes, and then moved the aluminum alloy ladder set up at the entrance to the attic into the bathroom.

Carefully pushing open the wooden ceiling equipped with lights, Wei Ran sent it into the hidden attic, then flipped the light switch in the bathroom and waited patiently for a while.

When he climbed up the ladder again, the hidden interior of the attic had been completely illuminated by the light bulb on the ceiling that Weiran had sent in, allowing him to see clearly what was going on inside.

Carefully putting his head in and looking around, Wei Ran tried the hidden attic floor with his hands. After making sure that it could bear his own weight, he climbed in gently.

At the highest point of this sandwich-shaped room, which looks like it has been magnified countless times, there is a fluorescent tube fixed. Below the tube, against the wall, there is a table and a chair, and a hanging table is attached to the wall.

Dusty map.

After glancing at the pins pinned to various locations on the map, Wei Ran returned his attention to the safe placed on the side of the table.

I don't know whether it's because the roof leaks in the summer, or because the small, airtight space is not ventilated and accumulates moisture. This small safe has almost become rusted into scrap metal, so that even if Wei Yan is sure to pry it

Even if it is opened, there is no way to ensure that the locking mechanism inside can still operate normally.

After a rough study, Wei Ran turned around and went downstairs, dug out two cans of chemical cleaning fluid from the car, and picked up a bunch of lockpicking tools thrown in the glove box before returning to the hidden attic.

He sprayed the cleaning solution on the keyhole combination disk of the safe and the gap in the handle. After waiting for a while, Wei Ran inserted the lockpicking tool into the keyhole and began to crack this outdated mechanical lock.

Not much time was wasted before and after. With a soft click, the lockpick tool inserted in the keyhole smoothly rotated ninety degrees.

He tried to turn the handle, and with a slightly sour touch, Wei Ran slowly opened the rusty cabinet door, revealing a few things that had been stored inside for who knows how long.

To everyone's surprise, in addition to a few stacks of rubles that had long since become waste paper, there were also some Japanese-style items in the safe, the most common of which were seals made of various materials.

In addition, on the upper floor of the safe, there is also a Nagant revolver, a Rocket brand polar pocket watch, a cylindrical hand warmer, and an extremely exquisite portable wine flask.

What is quite special is that this obviously custom-made wine bottle is actually inlaid with a Red Flag Medal, and there is a bullet stuck in the middle of the medal.

Except for the special flask, the rest of the items were exactly the same as what Wei Ran found in the wooden box containing the three subjects. Even the styles and models of the hand warmer and pocket watch were not different.

Without rushing to move the revolver, Wei Ran reached out and picked up a palm-sized notebook from the box of ammunition.

The outside of this book is made of red plastic. Not only is the national emblem of the Soviet Union printed on it, but below the national emblem, there is also a mottled Russian gold lettering of "Proletarians of the world unite."

Opening the small book gently, there was a black and white photo on the first page. In the photo, there were two young people wearing sea soul shirts. One of them wore glasses and the other had a bald head.

The two of them sat on both sides of a small table, each holding a Nagant revolver and an enamel cup in their hands.

On the table between the two people, there was a dinner plate, but what seemed to be just a few large and small stones on it, and behind the table, stood a young girl wearing a nurse's uniform.

"Those can't be demantoid garnets..."

Wei Ran turned over a page, and immediately saw a few lines of words written in neat but definitely not pretty Russian on the yellowed page:

Mine 52 - Mikita Dusov

January 18, 1946 - 3 people

No. 724, frostbite on limbs

No. 291, food fight

No. 1014, food fight

January 26, 1946 - 2 people

No. 433, jailbreak

No. 298, jailbreak

Flipping back through the pages, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. The book was full, and all the records contained similar information!

There are two records for each page, and each copy only involves the date, number of people, number, and reason. Other than that, there is no nonsense about a letter at all!

In a daze, Wei Ran roughly guessed what this thing was.

To put it simply, this thing is called a work record.

To be more specific, this is probably a record of the executioner's work.
Chapter completed!