In the evening of this day, just as it was getting dark, Wei Ran and Zhong Zhen received Qin Er and Xia Shushi who came by helicopter from Mo Di Village.

After a brief communication and introduction on the road, when Zhong Zhen drove the car to the entrance of a Chinese restaurant and took them into the private room, the two strong men and the five beautiful girls whom they had met before had already been waiting for a long time.

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However, what Wei Ran didn't expect, and what made him look at Qin Er even more, was that the guy didn't even look at the five beautiful girls. As for Xia Shushi, he had been reading attentively since they met.

What about those black-and-white photos that Weiran scanned with a film scanner?

After some polite exchanges, the main communication partners during this dinner were Zhong Zhen and Qin Er. As for the members of the family-seeking group, they focused all their thoughts on accompanying the wine.

After three drinks and five dishes, Qin Er poured a glass of rice wine and said, "Let me think about this matter. I will definitely give you an accurate answer before I leave tomorrow."

"Okay! I'm waiting for news from Brother Qin." Zhong Zhen picked up his wine glass and clinked it with the other person's wine glass.

The meal was a complete feast for the guests and host, and Zhong Zhen personally drove the three of them to the hotel where Wei Ran stayed.

However, just as Wei Ran was about to lie down, Xia Shushi knocked on his door.

"Have we discussed it?" Wei Ran asked as he closed the door.

"It's been discussed"

Xia Shushi sat on the sofa, lit a small cigarette and said, "I will serve as the deputy leader of that family searching group."

"Where is the second generation?" Wei Ran asked knowingly, while waving his hand to reject the other party's cigarette.

"He is not suitable, but he will try his best to help us."

Xia Shushi said something vague and perfunctory, and then said, "The second brother drank a little too much and went to bed first. He asked me to ask you for him, what is the best way to do this?"

"Let's each use our strengths."

Wei Ran thought for a while and asked, "As the deputy leader, you should be able to provide them with enough and detailed clues, right?"

"It's not a big problem," Xia Shushi replied confidently.

"I mainly study the Eastern Front battlefield, and I really haven't done any detailed research on the history here."

Wei Ran stated his situation truthfully, and then continued, "But I can help find a way to see how people can remember these expeditionary forces."

"I can help with domestic matters, and he can also bring in some investment."

Xia Shushi puffed up and said, "Since Zhong Zhen is not short of money, let's add some manpower and equipment to him."

"It's up to you to decide. Anyway, I'm just showing off my title." Wei Ranhun expressed his attitude nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Xia Shushi nodded, changed the subject and said, "Do you still remember what Zhong Zhen said during the meal, about the Japanese comrades-in-arms group liaison association, right?"

"You also understand?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.

"I do know something about it. It is said that they went to western Yunnan when the country was reopened. They wanted to collect the bones but were rejected. Later, they tried to come secretly and exchanged the bones for color TVs, cars, refrigerators, etc. Later, foreigners were allowed in western Yunnan.

Once people enter, they can occasionally see Japanese soldiers going there to offer sacrifices."

Having said this, Xia Shushi had already walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the gauze curtain, pointed to a bus in the parking lot downstairs and said, "Did you notice that bus?"

Hearing this, Wei Ran stood up and walked to the window. He looked at the brightly lit parking lot downstairs and nodded, "You saw it, what's wrong?"

"When we first came in, the bus happened to drive into the parking lot with us. It was just across the door from me at the time. I could clearly see that on the side of the bus it was written in Japanese "Free comrade group contact."

association,."

Xia Shushi closed the gauze curtain again, "I remember Zhong Zhen also said that they will have a sweeping ceremony tomorrow morning. I guess the Japanese who participated in the ceremony all live in this building."

"This is a bit unlucky." Wei Ran frowned.

"Don't mention this to my second son," Xia Shushi sat down again and said, "With his dog-like temper, I guess he would dare to

Burn this building down."

"There's no point even if we kill them all. As Zhong Zhen said, this kind of thing can't be solved by just killing."

Wei Ran sighed, "The ancestors have already fought their battles. Now we can only fight this invisible battle by ourselves."

"yes"

Xia Shushi put out the cigarette butt and rubbed his face vigorously, "As long as the little Japanese are evil, we can't always indulge in singing and dancing to bring peace. If we forget about those people, we will really lose this battle. We will lose."

There’s not even a chance to turn around.”

"I know a psychiatrist"

Wei Ran looked up at the ceiling, "He predicted very early on that the Third World War would be a war for the control of human thoughts, and would be more cruel than World War I and World War II, but he couldn't see the smoke. Look,

A war without bloodshed.

And as you just said, this is a war that once lost, there will never be a chance to come back. The most important thing is that this war that belongs to our era has already begun.

In the end, the person who loses this war will become a baby with a pacifier in his mouth, and will become Liu Chan who is happy to be here. He will be willing to be dominated by the victorious side, enslaved, and imprisoned in the brain. He will not dare or even be unwilling to do so.

Resistance."

"This psychiatrist's diagnosis is very accurate..." Xia Shushi couldn't help but nodded.

"yes…"

Wei Ran sighed, "The Third World War has begun. The Soviet Union has lost. It seems that the post-Soviet era of Ukraine will not be able to hold on much longer."

"We will not lose"

Xia Shushi glanced in the direction of the window, "But we really need to be more vigilant. We must not only win this ideological war, but also avoid stepping on the trap and going astray by Min Cui. It is really not easy..."

"Go back and rest early. These are not things we ordinary people should consider."

Wei Ran waved his hand, "Sit down tomorrow and discuss how to cooperate. It's enough for us to do what we can."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!" That's right." After Xia Shushi finished speaking, he stood up and walked toward the door.

Watching the other party walk into the next room, Wei Ran thought for a moment, closed the door and took out the food box. He found an authenticator that had not been used for a long time and connected it to the computer. Then he sent an email to Anfiya,

After waiting for the other party to respond, he immediately unplugged the authenticator, put it into his pocket along with a USB flash drive, stood up and left the room.

Taking the elevator downstairs, Wei Ran first glanced at the hotel's front desk, then left the lobby and walked to the parking lot. By the way, he also put on a baseball cap.

After some wandering, he found the bus with Japanese written on it that Xia Shushi mentioned just now. Wei Ran took out his mobile phone and pretended to make a call and took a photo of the front and side of the bus.

Re-entering the hotel lobby, Wei Ran walked to the front desk and asked politely in Chinese, "Is there anyone who speaks Chinese?"

"Sir, do you need any help?" asked a female staff member with baby fat on her face.

"Can I borrow your computer and printer?" Wei Ran shook the USB flash drive in his hand, and a hint of urgency appeared on his face, "I have an agreement here that needs to be printed. It's not much, just a few.

It’s just Zhang.”

After saying that, he took out a roll of kyats provided by the previous II from his pocket and said in a low voice, "As long as you print it for me, these tips will be yours."

The cute-looking waiter's eyes lit up and he immediately took the USB drive with enthusiastic hands, "This is what we should do."

"Thanks"

As Wei Ran said, he pushed the roll of kyats into the other party's hand, "There is only one agreement in the USB flash drive, just print it out for me."

"Please wait"

The girl subconsciously pressed the thick kyats in her pocket, skillfully inserted the USB flash drive into the computer case, then opened the USB flash drive page and printed out the premarital property distribution agreement written in Finnish.

After putting away the agreement, Wei Ran took the USB flash drive from the other party, thanked him politely, and turned towards the elevator.

However, when the elevator door opened, he saw again the long-haired girl he had met in the elevator before leaving the hotel in the afternoon. After a brief moment of surprise, the girl obviously recognized Wei Ran.

Before he could react, the little girl, who looked like a high school student at most, immediately let out an exclamation, and then subconsciously uttered a string of Japanese words that Wei Ran couldn't understand!

Subconsciously she took a step back to distance herself, and the girl immediately reacted. First she bowed at a 90-degree angle, and then said in English with a nuclear radiation accent, "Hello, I'm so happy to see you.

I'm so excited. I was last night... no, I am one of the four girls who were rescued by you early this morning. My Japanese name is Bei..."

"Sorry, I don't understand Japanese or English."

Wei Ran apologized and interrupted the other person's English, which was even more awkward than the Indian accent. In fact, he was thinking in his heart whether he could make some use of the little girl he had saved.

It was obvious that this excited little girl also couldn't understand Wei Ran's Chinese. But soon, she took out her mobile phone and typed a line of Chinese characters using a translation software, "Wait a minute, please."

Seeing this, Wei Ran pretended to hesitate and nodded. The Japanese girl immediately dialed a series of numbers on her mobile phone and chattered something to the person on the other end of the phone, but her eyes kept following him.

Wei Ran walked towards the rest area of ​​the hotel lobby.

Reluctantly resisting the urge to chop the opponent with a knife as a sacrifice for moving the tomb, Wei Ran found a sofa in the lounge area of ​​the lobby that could just see the entrance door and the elevator and sat down.

In just three or four minutes, the serious-faced middle-aged Asian man whom I had seen in the elevator in the afternoon met the little girl who was waiting less than five meters away from Wei Ran, and then walked quickly to

Beside Wei Ran, he bowed respectfully at 90 degrees, babbled a lot of Japanese, and then handed over a business card with both hands.

When Wei Ran squinted his eyes and took the business card, a woman with a Temin skirt tied around her waist and a leaf pattern painted on her face with Tenaka also walked over quickly and started chatting with the woman in Japanese.

The middle-aged man and the little girl had some exchanges.

After a while, the woman changed into Chinese and asked Wei Ran, "Sir, do you know Chinese?"

"Please speak." Wei Ran smiled and raised his hand.

"This is Mr. Kitao Chitatsu, and next to him is his daughter Kitao Rin."

Following the introduction by the female translator, the father and daughter next to him also bowed in unison and spoke in Japanese that Wei Ran could not understand.
To be continued...