As for the clients of this studio, there are various public or private museums, as well as digging parties wandering in the wilderness digging for war treasures. Of course, there are also some people sent by underground auctions.

Just like the T-34 tank that temporarily occupied the entrance of this studio, it was dug out of his backyard by a local collector not long ago.

Of course, no one cares whether it was really dug out of his own backyard, and the reason why it was sent to this studio was only because the collector wanted Professor Alex to find this T-34

The battle history of the tank can be used to tell a good story or sell it at a good price.

Like all the T-34 tanks produced from the tractor factory in this city during the Battle of Stalingrad, it did not have time to be painted, and it did not have any serial numbers. But it had on the left side of the turret

Five surviving handprints in red paint.

This is also Professor Alexey's only clue. Unfortunately, the teacher and student have not found any information about this tank in the past half month, except that it was made by the Stalingrad Tractor Factory.

Any clues. Even if Professor Alexei hadn't always found a way to resell the purchased materials, the 500,000 rubles activity fund provided by the collector would have been spent.

"Hopefully these negatives can provide some valuable clues."

Wei Ran rubbed his hands, opened the wooden box, and took out the photo albums inside and placed them on the table.

Each of these negative photo albums is A4-sized and five to six centimeters thick. Even on the first page of each photo album, the shooting time and film specifications of the negatives are marked in neat pen letters, and even on each negative

Next to it, the location of the shooting and the name of the person or thing were written in the same handwriting.

"Such detailed work doesn't look like the work of an idiot."

Wei Ran joked to himself, and then found the photo album taken in 1941. Starting from the first page, he pulled out the cut negatives and stuck them on the copy board.

After turning on the power and pressing the switch, Wei Ran picked up a magnifying glass as big as a bowl and carefully observed the contents of each film.

The moments recorded by these negatives taken more than half a century ago seem to have a lingering smell of gunpowder smoke, from the ruins of dilapidated buildings to the streets strewn with corpses, to the smoky suburban battlefields and muddy trenches.

Even the wounded and busy nurses lying in the field hospital, the content recorded in each negative is particularly thrilling.

After looking through the negatives one by one, as expected, I couldn't find any footage of the T-34 tank. Still unsatisfied, I put these precious negatives back into place, and turned to the second page to continue the operation.

Soon, the entire album of negatives turned to the last page. Wei Ran rubbed his eyes that were blurred, took a short rest, and took out the album of negatives from 1942.

In this boring repetition, the film after film ran before Wei Ran's eyes like a revolving lantern. Occasionally, there was a shot of a T-34 tank in the photo, so he quickly took it off, fixed it on the film holder, and scanned it with a scanner.

It is much more convenient to enter the computer for coloring than to directly develop it into a photo.

I was busy until dark. Even the statue of Motherland outside the window was lit up for more than an hour. Even the content in the negatives turned into various photos of life and scenery after retirement. But they were eligible to be scanned into the computer.

There were less than fifty negatives in it, and he was even sure that these scanned photos had a high probability to have nothing to do with the tank behind him.

"Clang"

Wei Ran threw the heavy magnifying glass on the table, and while rubbing his sore neck, he muttered to himself, "Another waste of fifty thousand rubles. I hope the professor can sell these negatives at a good price."

"Don't worry, I can sell these negatives tomorrow." Professor Alexei walked into the studio almost without stopping, and brought a sumptuous dinner to Wei Ran.

"I was shocked. When did you come?"

Wei Ran quickly let go of the Tokarev pistol in the drawer. This gun was put in by Professor Alexei himself, so that if a thief came in one day, he would not be unable to fight back.

"Just arrived, come over and eat."

Professor Alexey lied as soon as he opened his mouth. He would not admit that he came more than two hours ago. He just saw that Wei Ran was busy and quietly hid in the travel agency next door to drink coffee with his wife.

"Where's my aunt?" Wei Ran didn't even bother to wash his hands. After opening the lunch box, he started to wolf down the steaming braised pork in his mouth.

"Go back an hour ago..." Professor Alexei realized he had let slip halfway through his words. Without saying a word, he unplugged the power source, picked up his laptop and ran out of the studio.

This old bastard!
Chapter completed!