When the girl covered in bells had eaten and drank enough, and the sky outside the window had darkened. It was only then that Zhong Zhen took out a few bills and handed them to the girl. When the other party took the money to settle the bill,

Then he greeted Wei Ran and left the restaurant and walked into this street where there were no street lights, but each vendor had his or her own light bulb in front of it.

Led by the girl covered in bells, the three of them walked for more than ten minutes along the street where the car could not turn around. Then they met another girl who looked like the girl covered in bells.

The girl met a thin, dark young man who was very familiar with her. Under the leadership of the other party, he walked through two dark alleys, then went up the dilapidated stairs and continued walking along a corridor.

Until Wei Ran almost couldn't remember where he came from, the thin black boy finally stopped, raised his hand and pointed to a lighted room and said something, and then took a wad of banknotes from the hand of the little bell.

.

Wei Ran entered the room amidst a greeting in Burmese that he couldn't understand. After he got used to the sultry heat and the smell of food and a bit of body odor mixed in, he finally saw a broken glass door facing the entrance.

counter.

What surprised him was that there were many second-hand small appliances, old-fashioned push-button mobile phones and various types of batteries on the glass counter. On the dirty glass counter, there were also items such as electric soldering irons.

class tools.

Such an environment was obviously beyond Zhong Zhen's expectations, so much so that a trace of surprise and embarrassment appeared on his face.

In contrast, the girl covered in bells looked like she was speaking very fast in Burmese as usual, asking something to the shirtless man who was watching the big-ass TV while eating, and at the same time shook the phone in her hand.

A stack of kyats.

The thin man nodded happily after responding a few words, put down the curry in his hand, and warmly greeted everyone into a room.

Contrary to Wei Ran's expectation, although this room, which he didn't know whether it was a home or a store, seemed a bit too shabby at first glance, this room, which was less than ten square meters in size, was actually an extremely standard darkroom.

He even found several Seagull cameras produced by China, a very old-looking Rainbow enlarger and several dusty film processing cans here.

While he was observing the darkroom, a thin, shirtless man in the dark room diligently opened a metal cabinet, pointing at the various potions and consumables stored in it and chattering.

Taking this opportunity, Zhong Zhen, who had just been communicating with him in Burmese, also explained in Chinese, "He is a home appliance repairman, but his brother is a photographer, um, a photographer who specializes in taking portraits of deceased persons in hospitals. But this

It’s not important, anyway, his brother passed away due to a sudden heart attack half a year ago, and these things were all left by his brother. Although he doesn’t know how to use them, he is sure to have a lot of them.”

"It's really hard for you to find such a place," Wei Ran said, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t expect to find a place like this.”

Zhong Zhen grinned in embarrassment, "Do you think the things here are okay? If not,"

"should be no problem"

Wei Ran reached out and took out a thick stack of large-size photo paper from the iron cabinet that the man had just opened, "And there is also large-size photo paper here, which is good news."

"Then it's here?" Zhong Zhen confirmed again, "Do you need me to look for more?"

“Just here”

Wei Ran said while getting familiar with the things in the darkroom, "I have a lot of film this time, I'm afraid there will be hundreds of photos, and it will take longer. So Zhong Zhen, when I start developing,

You have to help me guard outside, and don't open the door until I come out, otherwise the films will be destroyed."

"Don't worry!" Zhong Zhen had already taken out his cell phone as he spoke, "I'll call a few helpers over right now. You can wash yours in peace."

"Then let's start now." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already taken out the sealed film canister wrapped in layers from the backpack he had never left.

Seeing this, Zhong Zhen also left the darkroom with the little bell. After Wei Ran locked the door, he directly pulled out his pistol and held it in his hand. The girl covered in bells took the pile of

Half of the cash was divided and handed to the shirtless man.

After the latter took the cash, he was very straightforward. He put on a tattered T-shirt and then picked up the cigarettes on the glass counter. He left the house directly and went downstairs to hook up with a man who looked about seventeen years old.

The eight-year-old girl went somewhere unknown.

In the darkroom with the light still on, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to start working. Instead, he rummaged through the cabinets and found an air blower wrapped with tape, and carefully cleaned the antique amplifier that had not been used for a long time.

It wasn't until he cleaned the lens, cleaned the ceramic sink, and inspected the darkroom that he focused on the sealed canisters containing film.

Although these sealed tubes have been stored in waterproof bags for more than half a century, the remaining labels on them can still be recognized by Weihan. These films are divided into three parts. The first two parts are the originals of the camera at that time.

The owner, the Japs reporter who was killed, and the businessman Luke who killed it were taken. The remaining part was taken after meeting Squad Leader Liang and others.

"So what happened after meeting Squad Leader Liang was actually taken by Zhou Guochang?" Wei Ran muttered secretly, opened a sealed tube and took out the film stored inside.

During his busy work, boxes of film were developed. Thanks to the layers of protection from sealed tubes, waterproof bags and even the cave, the condition of these films was pretty good. So with the help of potions, it was

Basically everything was washed out.

It was through these negatives that Wei Ran re-viewed the war from two different angles.

In those films taken by suspected Japanese soldiers, in addition to doing their best to whitewash and beautify the war of aggression launched by the Japanese, there are also many candid portraits of unknown persons.

Some of these portraits look like they were taken on the roadside, some look like they were taken at a party, and some of them were taken after they were killed.

But the photos taken when the businessman Luke was suspected of taking Zhou Guochang to escape were from another angle.

These shots recorded some empty warehouses with British flags still flying, refugees being massacred, burning temples and monks running crazily with flames on their bodies.

Of course, there were soldiers fighting here. Through the straw sandals on the feet of those soldiers, Wei Ran could easily tell that they were expeditionary soldiers who were still alive at that time.

However, in addition to the living soldiers of the expeditionary force, what he recorded in the lens also included the corpses of soldiers buried collectively. He even saw a photo of the still young Zhou Guochang with several soldiers of the expeditionary force.

Changing the film and continuing to look at it, Wei Ran sighed. He didn't know whether the photos in this film were taken by businessman Luke or Zhou Guochang, but on those small negatives, he could clearly distinguish,

It was clearly a grave pit outside the temple in Mo's village that had not yet been buried. There were a large number of burnt corpses in the grave pit, and there were some figures wearing bamboo hats and digging with shovels around them.

Gritting his teeth and continuing to look back, Wei Ran became more and more familiar with the scene recorded in the film, but he would rather that what he had personally experienced and seen with his own eyes had never happened.

Finally, the film reached its end, and Wei Ran sighed and picked up the last film.

This film was the only one he had just discovered that had already been developed, and what was recorded in the film seemed to be some trivial events after the war.

In these shots, there is a one-armed Tan Shouzheng, a strange woman standing side by side with Zhou Guochang, a woman riding an elephant with Master Sehao, and even a group photo of the three brothers.

The common background of these photos is the temple and the blooming dragon boat flowers next to the temple.

"Your war is over."

Wei Ran murmured to himself and sighed, picked up the scissors, cut out the selected negatives one by one, and meticulously printed those moments onto large pieces of photo paper.
Chapter completed!