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From the appearance alone, this small foreign-style building that hides too many stories has become much more beautiful, not to mention the white marble carvings that Metal Benzi personally built to re-inlaid on the exterior wall of the small building, the heavy wooden door, and

Renovating and cleaning the courtyard walls is a big bonus.

After opening the lock on the wooden door, Wei Ran couldn't help but feel a little dazed after walking in. He even subconsciously felt that the next moment, the beautiful wooden door would be pushed open by Yang Ma from the inside, and then Qiushi, Tao Canhua, or Cao Yuba

It will be like welcoming you out from inside.

Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran habitually took out the silver cigarette case from the metal book, took out a gold cigarette holder, stuffed a cigarette into it, lit it and took a puff.

In the swirling smoke, Wei Ran waited patiently for a moment, and then with the disappointment he had expected, he walked up the steps and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

It only took two months to complete the renovation, so there is inevitably some smell of new furniture in this house.

But Wei Ran had to admit that Mr. Bai's construction team was indeed very skilled. At first glance, except for the well-hidden fresh air system that was always working and the rather modernly decorated restroom, the rest was

There is not much difference with memory.

Ignoring the box placed on the moisture-proof mat in the middle of the teak floor on the first floor, Wei Ran walked around the rooms upstairs and downstairs, and then went to the basement where he had locked up, the darkroom on the second floor, and the study on the third floor.

, and then returned to the first floor again and squatted next to the big box.

This box is really big. It looks like a large washing machine. The whole box is painted with thick red paint, and there is still some soil that has not been cleaned yet.

He gently picked up the padlock with the keyhole blocked by paint and looked at it. After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran took out the wire cutters and cut off the padlock, and then used a bayonet to carefully pry it open along the gap in the box lid.

When he opened the lid of the iron box with some effort, he found two musical instruments wrapped in inflatable plastic bags side by side.

On these two thick translucent plastic bags, the words "Looking back home on New Year's Eve, 1985" were written in black marker.

It's your harp and music...

Wei Ran muttered to himself while looking at the guqin and the big instrument stored in the inflatable plastic bag.

Although separated by the translucent plastic bag, he could still see that the two musical instruments were engraved with the two names "Chunhua" and "Qiushi", which were a perfect match.

Gently picking up the two musical instruments, Wei Ran walked into the basement, pushed open the large mirror and got into the underground printing room. He carefully placed the two inflated musical instruments on the bed in the printing room.

They are here quietly waiting for the day they will be played again.

After hiding the printing room and locking the basement, Wei Ran went upstairs and walked into the bedroom that once belonged to him on the first floor. He lay on the old-fashioned iron frame bed covered with thick mattresses, changed a cigarette holder, and lit a new cigarette.

, looking blankly at the retro ceiling fan that was used as a decoration above the head.

After a long time, when the cigarette burned out, he got up energetically, left the house, sat at the stone table under the budding ginkgo tree, took out the guqin Yaoguang, and played a Guangling San

, and then played a song called Shen Ren Chang and Nan Feng Chang from the Metal Book Church during the Chinese New Year.

I will protect this home...

Wei Ran muttered to himself, carefully put away the guqin, called his father, Comrade Wei, and asked him to come to the small building every day to avoid being robbed again, and locked the courtyard door again.

, left this small foreign-style building.

In the three days from the 12th to the 14th, Wei Ran didn't care how much cooperation Suisui and the invited friends had reached, and what kind of sheep-slaughtering plan they had planned. His only task was to accompany everyone including

It is enough for all my friends, including Makar, to eat well and drink well.

At the end of the three-day meeting, a bus of tour guides sent by Wei Ran's mother took over the rest of the work and took the guests who had gained a lot to visit this huge capital city.

This time, the only special treatment the Makar family received was that the person responsible for accompanying them was Aunt Fu, the aunt from Tianjin who had taken the Jima family to travel to various places.

Wei Ran and Suisui personally led the team, taking the overseas students from Hella and the girls from Golden Fleece, and spent the two days on the 15th and 16th at the newly opened amusement park in the capital.

Not surprisingly, this high-profile act of a man taking more than 20 beautiful girls to the amusement park was also instigated by some thoughtful people to have fun inside the wall.

By the time this extremely wasteful gossip news, which countless men hated, spread from the Internet to domestic social platforms, it was already the night of the 16th, and Wei Ran was busy eating hot pot with the girls.

That night, Wei Ran was spread on the Internet with various identities by some netizens. Some said he was a rich second generation, some said he was a corrupt second generation, and some said he had obtained Saudi nationality.

So bigamy is legal.

What's more, they even categorically said that he was a prostitute who specialized in introducing beautiful women to students studying in Russia, and he also vaguely stated that he had taken care of his business in certain years and other outrageous remarks.

No matter how big the bullshit that made the girls laugh was, it was also on this night, in Kiev, which was 6 hours behind in time difference, Mrs. Uma, who had not been out for almost a week, gave She took a photo of the afternoon tea she made by herself, as well as a first-class flight ticket to Houston, USA, that she ordered over the phone just yesterday and sent it to her doorstep on the afternoon of the 17th, and posted it on her social platform, along with the sentence, " Life in Kiev is really nostalgic and strange, but now I want to go back to the United States. I heard that my son is about to bring me many gifts from mysterious China. I can't wait to see what surprises there are. "

Almost immediately after this post was posted, the robber leader, who had been personally guarding downstairs recently but had never found a chance, also received a screenshot of the social platform from his sister, and added an urging - —“We need to take action as soon as possible.”

"I won't let this tempting piece of cheese fly away..."

The robber leader muttered something to himself, but he had no idea that at the door of the cafe less than 10 meters away from him, there was a man in business attire enjoying his afternoon coffee leisurely, looking at someone with a dead look in his eyes. I glanced at his car.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon on the 17th, Kiev time. Because it happened to be a Saturday, there were many fewer cars on the street than on weekdays. Mrs. Uma, who was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and black breeches, dressed like a lady, stretched out her clothes before going out. She had a wetsuit and body armor inside, then she wrapped herself tightly in a thick scarf and an expensive white windbreaker, carrying a suitcase that wasn't too big with one hand and went downstairs, driving the French car she bought a few months ago. , with the help of the navigation, we slowly drove towards the airport.

However, almost when the car was less than one kilometer away from the bridge across the Dnieper River, it suddenly pulled over and stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Uma pushed the door and got out of the car, kicked the flat tire on the left front, then looked at the time on the Soviet watch on her wrist, and after a moment of hesitation, drove into a shopping mall on the roadside. In the open-air parking lot, she struggled to take out her suitcase from the trunk, walked quickly to the roadside, and tried to hail a taxi.

"Ma'am, do you need help?"

Without waiting for the taxi to arrive, the robber who had been following behind stepped on the brakes first, lowered the window and asked enthusiastically.

"Thank you, no" Mrs. Uma refused coldly.

"Are you going to the airport?" the robber leader asked enthusiastically, "We happen to be on the way, do you want to take a ride?"

"How did you know I was going to the airport?" Mrs. Uma asked warily, and then refused again, "I'd better take a taxi."

Hearing this, the robber leader made a gesture to the people in the car behind him. Immediately, the door of the rear car opened, and the other two men got out. Without any explanation, they lifted Mrs. Uma's hand and started to get into the car. plug.

"Help! Help..."

Mrs. Uma only had time to shout for help before her mouth was covered and forced into the car.

"Idiot! Get her box!"

When the robber saw that the two companions had gotten in together, he immediately cursed, "There might be something valuable in there!"

Upon hearing this, one of the robbers immediately opened the door and got out of the car, while the other threatened the panicked Mrs. Uma with a dagger.

Almost as soon as another robber was loading his suitcase into the trunk, a kind-hearted driver passing by had already called the police. He hesitated and expressed that he had seen a lady being kidnapped and reported it.

Got the license plate number.

Before the call was hung up, the robber stepped on the accelerator after his companion got into the car and drove straight towards the bridge across the river.

Everything was not much different from what was calculated. On this bridge, the robber's car rear-ended a car. When the driver who was rear-ended saw that he was about to run away, he perfectly displayed the recklessness of the Slavs and trampled the car to death.

The accelerator was pushed back, and as expected, a subsequent car accident occurred.

Soon, there was a traffic jam on the bridge. The robbers who had finally managed to hijack their target had to stop the car and drew out the pistols they bought from the black market to scare off the angry drivers.

But even after such a short delay, both sides of the bridge were tightly blocked by the police.

Soon, the police were in place to block the three kidnappers. However, the three kidnappers who were gradually led to the dead end by the people behind the scenes also randomly kidnapped the kidnapper just because of scratching, which made them lose their merits.

A reckless driver who crashed.

"Back off! Back off everyone!"

The leader of the kidnappers who kidnapped Mrs. Uma was hiding behind her, waving his pistol and shouting, but at the same time he was compressed and retreated little by little to the edge of the bridge guardrail.

During the nearly half-hour long standoff, Mrs. Uma's makeup was stained and her flight to the United States was about to be delayed.

Finally, at 6:13 in the afternoon, as the sky darkened, the kidnapped Mrs. Uma carefully put her hand into the pocket of her windbreaker, and carefully held a small bottle of perfume prepared in advance.

We will definitely meet...

Mrs. Uma secretly repeated the last words she said when they last met in her heart. She looked at the hand that was placed on her shoulder. The moment she raised the hand holding the pistol, she pointed the nozzle of the perfume at the robber behind her and pressed the button continuously.

Removed the squeeze pump.

Under this sudden stimulation, the robber closed his eyes subconsciously, and Mrs. Uma violently broke away from the robber's other hand.

"Help!"

While Mrs. Uma exclaimed, she saw that the other robber was about to rush towards her. She subconsciously stepped back, and finally leaned on the guardrail of the entrance and exit gate that was used to lead to the bridge for maintenance right below.

.

What everyone didn't expect was that the railing that was supposed to be fixed turned out to be movable. Mrs. Uma, who almost leaned her entire body weight on it, also screamed in surprise and was caught off guard. She fell back without any weight.

Entering the Dnieper River in the spring flood!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three nearly overlapping gunshots echoed across the bridge amid the horrified screams of Mrs. Uma who fell into the river.

Before the bullet shells hit the bridge, there was a fleeting splash of water under the bridge. Immediately afterwards, some sharp-eyed people discovered that because the spring flood flow was extremely fast, some of the sunset was still reflected at this time.
Chapter completed!