While chatting with Stepan, the off-road vehicle driven by the other person slowly left the city and drove into the forest, and finally stopped in front of a large, dilapidated and overgrown yard deep in the forest.

“This was a spa in Soviet times.”

After turning off the engine, Stepan explained, "During the period before and after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, a very serious murder occurred here, and it has been completely deserted since then. Don't look at me, I was still in Suvoro at the same time.

My husband is waiting for the entrance examination at the Junior Military Academy."

"You used to study at the Suvorov Junior Military Academy?" Wei Ran looked at Stepan in surprise, who knew almost everything.

"What's weird about this?" Stepan pushed open the car door nonchalantly, "Don't get out of the car."

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately let go of the door handle he had just touched. After Stepan left the car, he walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and then sat back in the cab with a backpack.

Location.

"Put these on." After Stepan opened his backpack, he took out a motorcycle helmet and handed it to Wei Ran.

Taking the helmet, Wei Ran discovered that there was a black mask specially designed for bank robberies, a wet wipe, a pair of thick rubber gloves and full-finger tactical gloves, and of course, a pair of shoe covers and large

Rain boots.

"For your safety," Stepan shrugged nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped thinking about it. After putting on two pairs of gloves, he wiped the helmet he just touched with a wet wipe. Then he put on the mask, helmet, shoe covers and rain boots, and waited until

When Tepan signaled that he could get out of the car, he didn't forget to wipe the door handle and seat belt buckle he had just touched.

Putting the wet wipes in his pocket, Wei Ran followed Stepan, who also wore a helmet and gloves, into the abandoned sanatorium.

Who knows what this place has been through. After entering, except for the three vans without license plates parked randomly, the rest of the buildings looked like they had experienced a serious fire. Even the cracked asphalt road looked like it had been burned.

It's like melting.

Under the leadership of Stepan, Wei Ran, whose face was covered by a mask and helmet, walked into a large house that was almost completely surrounded by grass.

This house may be the only building that has survived the fire relatively well. On the wall with some burn marks, there is still a propaganda slogan with the characteristics of the times: "He who can't rest can't work."

Next to it was a side portrait of Lenin that was burned, leaving only half of his face.

Inside the house, there is a large dry swimming pool. Most of the blue waterproof tiles have fallen off, and a piece of the roof in the distance has even collapsed, allowing the sun to easily shine in, and then it is covered with water.

On the floor of the swimming pool where the sun shines, a small broad-leaved tree of unknown species grows.

However, right next to the small tree that was only over two meters tall, but whose roots had penetrated into the cracks in the tiles, a woman with a rusty iron bucket on her head was huddled in the area where the sun could shine.

Weeping alone in a small area.

Surrounding this woman were a dozen men and women dressed almost the same as Wei Ran. Without exception, they were wearing rain boots on their feet, gloves on their hands, and each had a motorcycle helmet on their head.

However, compared to the woman holding the iron bucket, although these people's faces were also unclear, they were obviously much more casual. Of course, if the weapons they held in their hands were ignored, Wei Ran might also be more casual.

"It's her"

While Stepan opened the tin bucket, his voice also came from the small speaker in the motorcycle helmet. Although the sound was not loud, it was clear enough.

This is a blond woman who looks to be in her thirties at most. She should not be ugly, especially because she maintains a very good figure.

But at this time, she was wearing large noise-canceling headphones on her head, and her eyes were wrapped with transparent tape several times so that she could not open her eyes at all.

"Don't worry about her being able to hear you. She's wearing noise-cancelling headphones with earplugs." Stepan looked at Wei Ran, "Before you start performing, would you like to come and read out the crime she committed?

"

"It's not necessary." Before Wei Ran could finish his words, he turned around and walked out, "I believe she is a scumbag, but let's forget about her acting."

"Because she is a woman?" Stepan followed Wei Ran out and asked in an unhurried tone.

"It has nothing to do with that"

Wei Ran spread his hands and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "It doesn't make much difference whether she is a man or a woman, an angel or a scumbag, but I am a historian, not a Chinese artist who plays a flute and dances with a remote-controlled cobra on the street.

, let alone a slaughterhouse worker.”

"I've already paid for the performance," Stepan reminded in a bad tone.

"You can take it back"

Wei Ran continued to walk out as he spoke. No matter how friendly Stepan was at the beginning of the meeting, he knew very well that once he really took action, it would basically be equivalent to being caught by the other party.

Handle, this is completely different from being pointed at by a shotgun in the forest near Ivan's house.

After all, he was confident that Ivan would never shoot at that time, but he could not guarantee that people like Stepan would use another way to take advantage of him. And most importantly, from the time he saw Stepan, he had been

So far, the other party has revealed enough things that he wants to know.

In addition, the helmet the other party asked him to put on before getting off the car also made him more vigilant. Logically speaking, his identity is definitely not a secret to the other party's people, and the "performance prop" is undoubtedly not a secret at all.

You can't live for long. If that's the case, what are these gloves and helmets for?

No doubt, it was just to hide that those people in the room were also wearing helmets so that they would not be recognized.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Are you sure you want to leave like this?" Stepan asked in a bad tone.

"Or we can change our fighting skills to another place, but just use that woman to perform."

Wei Ran turned his back to the other party and spread his hands, "As Teacher Anna said, I am a very clean scholar, um... a historian, so a powerless historian will not be so cruel.

thing."

"Hahaha!" Stepan laughed without warning, "I really believed your lies!"

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not," Wei Ran asked with a smile, "So can I leave?"

"Yes, of course!" Stepan took off his helmet and threw it away, and asked Weiran to get into the off-road vehicle.

It wasn't until the car turned around and started running that Wei Ran slowly took off his helmet and hood, then slowly took off his rain boots and shoe covers, as well as his gloves, only the outermost ones.

layer.

Stepan casually glanced at the rubber gloves that Wei Ran was still wearing, and after speeding up the car slightly, he explained frankly, "Brother Gorman asked me to help see if you have forgotten your original role."

"So?" Wei Ran asked absently, "Everything in it is fake?"

"It's fake, of course it's fake. Those are just actors I invited. Otherwise, how could I let you wear a helmet?"

“Their acting skills are very realistic”

Wei Ran gave a perfunctory and false compliment and then directly changed the subject and asked, "Do you still want that photo?"

"Of course." Stepan nodded without thinking, "I'll take you to a place that can develop photos."

"I have no opinion"

Wei Ranhun spread his hands indifferently and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although the excuse given by the other party was slightly different from the reason for his refusal, and although he was not sure whether what the other party just said was the truth or a random lie,

But no matter what, at least he doesn't have to do anything to make himself fall into a passive "talent show".

During the half-hearted chat between the two, Stepan drove the car back to the entrance of the resort next to the coastline and drove straight in. Then he took Wei Ran to a well-equipped darkroom, "I'm in

I’ll wait for you in the next room.”

"No problem, I can get it done soon."

Wei Ran watched the other party leave the room, locked the door himself, and put his hand into the briefcase he brought in.

Using the cover of his briefcase to find the negative of the original photo, Wei Ran completed the development work with familiarity. After collecting the film again, he opened the door and walked to the next room without even waiting for the photo to dry.

"Is it washed?" Stepan, who was playing card games on the computer, asked enthusiastically.

"It will dry in about an hour," Wei Ran replied as he found a place to sit down, "Is there anything else you need me to do? For example, we can compete in fighting skills."

"I'm already very old, so let's forget about the competition. It's enough if you can send me that photo."

Stepan had already closed the computer while speaking, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the airport."

"Airport?" Wei Ran was stunned, "You mean I can leave?"

"certainly"

Stepan said matter-of-factly, "If you had just performed, I would have taught you some lessons later, but it is obvious that you chose an option with no follow-up content, so of course I can let you go, what? Could it be?"

Are you going to stay for a drink?"

"Forget it, I'd better leave early." As Wei Ran spoke, he followed the other person directly out of the office.

After getting back into the off-road vehicle, Stepan still waited for Weiyan to fasten his seat belt before starting the vehicle and stepping on the accelerator.

But this time, he didn't say anything else along the way. It wasn't until the car was about to drive to the airport that he suddenly asked, "Victor, have I not introduced my identity yet?"

"I thought you wouldn't tell me," Wei Ran added before the other party spoke, "Of course, I'm not curious, so you don't have to tell me."

"I'm an anti-smuggling policeman"

As Stepan spoke, he actually took out an ID card and waved it towards Wei Ran. He said with a half-smile, "You should be glad that you didn't do anything just now. After all, the anti-smuggling police are also police, right?"

"Where are the other people?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"My colleague of course"

"Including that woman?"

Stepan just smiled and did not answer the question, but changed the subject again and said, "The performance fee is still valid, and your performance can be postponed indefinitely."

"The performance fee has been collected, but I probably won't have the chance to perform." Wei Ranhun smiled nonchalantly, "Anyway, thank you."
To be continued...