At Fishing Ground No. 33, after a whole week of busy work by Wei Ran and others, this long-abandoned prison finally cleared away all the weeds. By the way, we also caught a few. Although they were still quite fat, they were not very tasty due to the wrong season.

rabbit.

In addition, with the cooperation of everyone, all the doors, windows, tables and chairs on the surface have been polished, rusted and repainted fairly carefully.

Of course, it is through this week's hard work that these peers have become quite good friends.

It was through this week's understanding that everyone realized belatedly that the peer with such an outdated name as "Nineel" was actually an all-rounder who pretended to be talented.

From repairing motorcycle saws and doors, windows and roofs, to talking with Olga about the history of European music development or talking with Olena about the influence of medieval aesthetic concepts on sculpture.

He can even chat with Jima about character creation techniques in acting, and even chat with Maya about some Latin terms in the field of abnormal psychology that no one else has heard of.

Even Thorne could find something to talk about for an hour or two on legislative issues regarding animal protection.

The premise of all this is that as long as you are willing to take the initiative to chat with him and start the topic, then he is definitely the best chat partner. On the contrary, if you do not take the initiative to chat with him, then he can even remain silent all day long.

But the more this happened, the more Wei Ran did not dare to have too in-depth communication with him. The few chats between the two of them were basically focused on the cooking of various Chinese cuisines, which is what he can currently do.

To be sure, Nineel is a rare breed of man who doesn't have a wide range of interests.

Or to put it another way, this person of the same age has no pursuit of food at all. He can eat the Chinese dishes made by Wei Ran, and he can also eat the Hassa meat dishes made by the brothers Thorn and Maya. Even Ji Ma cooked them.

He ate the car's "Hong Sao Tu Liu" with gusto without any wastage.

Naturally, perhaps the most satisfying thing about guarding such a young man who works hard, can have something to talk about at any time, and is not picky about food at all is the quite amorous Olga.

It's a pity that even the two rabbit heads who were thrown into the garbage by Ji Ma can see that Nineel treats everyone equally, regardless of gender, and maintains the right enthusiasm and the same right sense of distance.

Time flashed to the morning of July 7th. Wei Ran and others who originally thought they could leave after completing the cleanup work, but under the leadership of Gorman who came by boat, they rushed to the first ray of dawn to cover this barely visible area.

In front of the brand-new abandoned prison, they packed up their tents, luggage bags, and the few remaining supplies. Under the arrangement of the former, they got into several sentinels on both sides of the prison gate in groups of two.

tower, and each received a no-name walkie-talkie, a balaclava that only exposed the eyes, and a pair of plastic sunglasses that were obviously fake. "Finally, please help me stand guard here for a while." Gorman walked towards the prison.

While walking outside, he said, "I will sail back to you at noon. Okay, now keep quiet and don't make any noise. If you are tired, you can find a place to sit in the sentry tower and wait for the servants to arrive.

Remember to put on your mask."

Before he finished speaking, the old guy stepped onto the dilapidated fishing boat again, started the engine and disappeared quickly.

At the second sentry tower on the left side of the gate, Wei Ran, who was standing guard here alone, hesitated for a moment, stuffed the walkie-talkie into his luggage bag, zipped it up, and then roughly inspected the sentry tower.

Until he was sure that there was nothing that should not be there, he sat on a chair that had been abandoned for who knows how long. In the first ray of morning sun that had just jumped out of the horizon, he put on the black mask, and then

I put on the pair of sunglasses again that were not as well made as toys.

As these people waited patiently, almost as the sun completely jumped out of the lake, a 1400 patrol boat painted in black without any horns, weapons or even flags, also stopped steadily amidst the roar of the engine.

On the dock of Fishing Ground Prison No. 33.

Although it's against the rising sun, fortunately they have cleared the grass around the gravel road from the prison to the dock a few days ago, and the distance is not too far, so Wei Ran can be seen clearly even without a telescope.

see, drive that

The man behind the boat was none other than the father of the sisters Olga and Olena, Ivan the medic at that time.

Soon, as the gangplank was set up on the side of the boat and the pier, a few old guys who looked about the same age as Ivan were the first to jump off the deck.

At this time, Wei Ran had also raised his telescope, so he could clearly see that among the first people to come down, there were both Gorman and those who went to old Ivan's house to fish with him.

Those two old sailors I met.

Of course, there were people who Wei Ran didn't know who came down right behind. In fact, among these people, there was actually an active-duty soldier with the rank of major, just as Ji Ma said back then! But without exception, the hands of these people

Inside, each of them was carrying what seemed to be a crowbar!

When he saw the soldier, Wei Ran put down the telescope as quickly as possible and put it away in a metal book. Then, like a tin soldier, he stood up straight and looked through the expression on his face.

Wearing cheap sunglasses, he continued to look at the people coming off the boat.

But soon, he was surprised to find that the first person to get off the boat in the second batch was actually Mr. Nicholas!

This old guy was wearing a straight Soviet KGB lieutenant colonel uniform. Behind him, including Dalia and others, as well as some people Wei Ran knew or didn't know, each held a small child that was not too big.

The urn comes off the boat.

Behind these people were some middle-aged men and women. They were all wearing black formal clothes and each held a black umbrella in their hands. However, a few of these people did not hold an umbrella.

But they all held a neatly folded piece of red that stood out among the black!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When passing by the prison gate, these people all subconsciously glanced at the guard towers on both sides of the gate, and then, led by the first few people to disembark, they lined up loosely

The team walked silently towards the edge of the prison, the small square covered with granite tiles.

At the same time, when everyone arrived and stood still, the first few people who came over had already used the crowbars in their hands to open a few rounds in the corner of the small square that had been cleared not long ago.

Floor tiles next to each other.

Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran also raised the telescope again, and then he clearly saw that the rectangular granite floor tiles with a side length of less than one meter that were lifted were originally facing down, and all of them were engraved with a sufficiently eye-catching letter.

The letter "k", and, and a four-digit number starting with "-0".

"K?"

Wei Ran turned the focus wheel to try to see more clearly, and murmured to himself, "Is it the k of kgb, or the k of bell tower (.tbha)? Or both?"

Naturally, no one helped him answer this small question at this time, and his attention was also placed on the locations that were originally covered by granite floor tiles.

They were small pits about half a meter each, and there seemed to be something in each small pit. Almost subconsciously, he thought of Karenina who was buried by him and Nikolai on the banks of the Tula River.

That poor woman who almost forgot everything before her death also had an inconspicuous K on her tombstone, and she also put something in the grave she prepared for herself decades ago.

"You poor old guy, how many people are you going to bury with your own hands..." Wei Ran looked pityingly at the upright old man Nicholas standing in the center of the officialdom, and pitied himself at the granite tiles laid in the square.

He didn't know how many of those floor tiles were empty and how many had already played their original role. He didn't know how many of those people standing behind Nicholas with their heads hanging down would need to bury themselves under such a tile in the future.

In an unknown cemetery.

After a while, Dalia held the urn in her arms with her own hands and placed it in a grave pit. Then she took the conspicuous red cloth handed by the person behind her and gently covered it with the urn, carefully

He flattened it out and straightened the dead ends, revealing a small patch of inconspicuous bright yellow.

There was no ceremony, no speech or music, not even the slightest pause. Those cold and heavy granite floor tiles simply covered the regrets that those people had been pursuing for half their lives.

"Boom——!"

Almost at the same time that the last floor tile was restored to its original shape, a low and long bell rang out from an inconspicuous sentry tower in the corner of the prison, and those standing at the edge of the cemetery each took their breath from their pockets.

He took out something and sprinkled it on the cemetery.

"Boom——!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With each bell ringing through this long-abandoned prison, those people took something out of their pockets and sprinkled it all over the cemetery.

"Boom!"

"Boom—!"

As the sixth bell rang, the middle-aged man who had lost his legs and was sitting on the death wheel and lost in his own world, the former deputy shooter Yakov, also let out a desperate roar and struggled violently.

standing, trying to get out of the wheelchair.

But soon, he was held down by the one-armed veteran Leva on the shoulders, by Ivan, by Karp, and by Dalia.

In the end, Mr. Nikolai, who seemed to be a little older, gently hugged Yakov who was crying bitterly, put his head in his arms, looked up at the sky dyed red by the morning glow, and let the poor man in his arms

The members of the Deathstroke let out bursts of sad and desperate roars.

After a while, Gorman also walked over, took out a syringe and gave Yakov an injection.

While almost everyone was waiting patiently, Yakov, who was already mentally disturbed, finally regained his composure. He allowed Leva to push his wheelchair with one hand, followed the others out of the prison, and boarded the train again not long ago.

The civilian patrol boat that had just sent them here.

When the patrol boat moved away, Gorman, who stayed behind, also used the walkie-talkie to call Wei Ran and others down.

"Sprinkle these around here. I'll bring the boat over. I'll use the intercom to call you aboard later."

Gorman said, handing out a bulging paper bag to everyone, including Weiran and Jima.

"This is..." Jima was halfway through his words when Wei Ran stopped him with his eyes and wisely closed his mouth.

Watching Gorman leave the prison and help cover the repainted iron door from the outside, Wei Ran and others opened the paper bags in their hands.

Contrary to their expectations, the paper bag contained nothing special, just some seeds that they couldn't tell whether they were flowers or grass.

"When I was little, my mother would take me here every spring to scatter a packet of grass seeds."

Nineel, who has never taken the initiative to say anything these days, had already grabbed a handful of seeds from the paper bag and sprinkled them around while speaking. At the same time, he kept saying, "I have been doing this since I can remember.

The thing is, what they grow are all kinds of weeds that can be seen everywhere. Very few of these seeds can produce flowers.

I can even say with greater certainty that even if the weeds grown from these seeds can bloom, they will be inconspicuous and ugly."

"you…"

"There"

Ninel didn't wait for Olga to finish, then he casually pointed to a moss-covered floor tile and said calmly, "My mother is buried there. She committed suicide on the second day of my 18th birthday.
To be continued...