Germanic Officer x You Who Traveled Across Time (Part 7)
Male protagonist is the enemy representative x female protagonist is a military spy
Different world, fictional background!
Private character design, private world view design, private names and place names design
The male and female protagonists are not biological children and have no blood relationship
Ever since the bombing, the sky over Brussels has been shrouded in gloom, and the hazy sun has been hidden in a hazy gray.
Helen took the hair dye and was ordered to dye your hair. You sat in front of the mirror and let Helen play with you. You saw that your flaxen hair gradually turned light blonde at the ends.
"Yina, you look much better this way."
In the evening, Feinz came back and stood in front of you. He mischievously covered you with his military coat, covering your face, as if he was using you as a clothes rack.
Because the clothes had just been taken off him, they were still warm. Even the coldest-blooded animals have body temperature. You didn't smell blood, which was good.
"Tomorrow morning's eight o'clock train to Paris, pack up."
You pulled the clothes covering your face off your head, hugged them in your arms, revealing a pair of wide-open eyes.
"Brother, why should I go to Paris? Are you...are you going too?"
"William will pick you up when you arrive. He happens to be on vacation in Paris recently."
He flicked your head, picked up his robe and headed for the bathroom. You were following Feintz, about to continue asking questions, but he stopped and turned to look at you, his eyes full of amusement.
"Ina, I don't mind taking a bath with you if you want to do it again before you leave."
You were speechless and complained angrily in your heart.
…
You took the suitcase from Yuri, said goodbye to him, and after showing your ID and pass to the railway inspector, you boarded the train.
There were many empty seats on the train, and the people sitting on them were all well-dressed.
You sit by the window and look out, not at the ever-changing landscape of the countryside, gentle hills, forests, and endless fields stretching to the horizon, but at everything you have experienced in the past few months.
Elaine Hodgkin, born September 28, Swiss. This is the name and date of birth on the ID card Feynman prepared for you, with a hastily taken photo of you in the upper right corner.
You have now unlocked five hidden quest lines, but the system doesn't tell you that you can go home. It seems that there will be new quests later. The identity of a spy is really a bit troublesome...
It's so annoying. You feel like you might be carsick, and you feel a surge of acid reflux in your stomach, so you go to the bathroom on the train to vomit for a while.
When you come back, you find a woman with golden hair and a hat decorated with a cabbage-shaped satin knot sitting next to you.
It's Sally!
Your heart pounding, you return to your seat and sit down next to her. There is a book between you and her, "MeinKf".
"Ina, there's a secret code in the book. Find a way to sew it into your clothes when you get to the station. Every Wednesday, listen to Paris Radio. Deciphering the frequency after the opera will be your new mission. I'll find another opportunity to contact you."
Sally finished speaking as quickly and quietly as possible, then she picked up the box she had just placed at her feet, holding it tightly with her left leg, and left the carriage where you were.
You looked around and found that there was only a woman with a child sitting in front of you on the left. You breathed a sigh of relief, opened the suitcase, and hurriedly stuffed the book into it.
Code, every Wednesday, Paris Radio, Opera...
You repeat these words frantically in your mind, trying to deepen your impression. This is a life-threatening task, you must not make any mistakes!
…
After the train arrived at the station, you followed the sparse crowd and got off the train. Before you could get out of the platform to find William who came to pick you up, you saw a man kneeling in the middle of the platform with his hands tied behind his back, and two soldiers standing next to him.
His head was tilted, his eyes were dull and lifeless, a line of red saliva flowed unconsciously from his mouth, and there was almost no good skin on his face. A sign was hung around his neck with a white rope, and it was written in two languages: "French Spy".
You clenched your suitcase tightly and quickened your pace to leave the station. You had to leave quickly, leave this place as soon as possible.
You urged yourself so hard, your head spinning in thought, but when your knees gave way and you were about to fall to the ground, someone grabbed your arm, preventing you from making direct contact with the ground.
"Ms. Hodgkin, welcome to the romantic city of Paris."
You looked up and saw that it was Officer William whom you met at the banquet last time. There was still a polite smile on the corner of his mouth.
He had no doubts about the change in your hair color, and since he knew the name on your current ID card, it seemed he had received a call or telegram from Feints.
William took the suitcase from you. You were stunned for a moment, your thoughts still on the book with the secret code in the suitcase. You subconsciously held the suitcase tightly, but when you reacted, you immediately let go.
William didn't care. He saw the person kneeling on the platform, holding your suitcase in his left hand and holding your shoulder with his right hand, explaining for you:
"The situation has been a bit bad recently, with resistance groups acting rather aggressively. Some self-righteous people came up with this 'good idea' and wanted to use it as a warning to people coming to Paris. I'm sorry if their rude behavior scared you."
You tried your best to calm yourself down and followed William’s pace which had obviously slowed down a lot.
"Sir, you don't have to feel sorry. It's my fault for not being prepared. I'm sorry to bother you in the days ahead."
…
You took William's car to his residence in Paris, a two-story building. Your room was in a spare bedroom on the second floor. It was very tidy and had a new bed.
You thanked her, asked for needle and thread and scissors, declined dinner, locked the door, opened the suitcase, and took out the book Sally had given you.
"MeinKf", the man's autobiography. Sally is really awesome. She uses the enemy's book to cover up our code.
You flipped through the book and took out a small piece of thin silk paper sandwiched between two pages. It was covered with numbers and corresponding letters.
Although this paper is thin, it is strong, and because it is made of silk, it will not make rustling sounds when being searched.
You found a dark-colored piece of clothing from the suitcase. The stitching on the clothing was similar in color to the needle and thread William gave you. You cut it open and sewed the silk paper into the clothing, completing the mending work by imitating the original stitching style of the clothing.
After completing a series of operations, you let out a long sigh and suddenly felt an intense hunger. Your food intake has inexplicably increased a lot recently.
Oh, why are you refusing dinner? You're really hungry now. No, man is iron and rice is steel, so you'd better be thick-skinned and ask for something to eat...
…
These days William took you to visit many attractions in Paris, big and small. The romantic capital of the past can no longer give people an intoxicating fantasy.
Citroën cars drove along the Tuileries River Esplanade, passing under the plane trees that were shedding their leaves, and the flying fallen leaves floated in front of the exquisitely carved Louvre.
You were carsick again, so you quickly signaled William to ask the driver to stop and ran to the riverside to vomit.
William handed you a handkerchief. You thanked him and wiped your mouth. When you looked up, you saw him looking at you with a worried look on his face. This was not the first time you vomited in front of him.
"Yina, are you... pregnant?"
You and William are now very familiar with each other, and you allow him to call you by your nickname. When you heard his doubts, you immediately retorted that it was impossible!
Feints, he... he always takes precautions...
Besides the first time, there was also that time in the car, but it was a long time ago...
Oops!
No way... Could it be that time when Ina celebrated her birthday in the study...
No way, no way, you're just carsick!
Your face turned pale and you felt a little nauseous. You rushed to the riverside. Although you didn't vomit anything, you vomited so hard that it seemed like you were about to vomit out all the blood in your heart.
…
After calculating the date of your last menstrual period, you finally confirmed that you are pregnant.
Ever since you entered your second year of high school, you have been under a lot of pressure from studying and your periods have been irregular. Your mother took you to the hospital many times, but the doctor just said that it was because of the stress that needed to be adjusted, so she never paid much attention to your missed periods.
Yes, your irregular period is due to the heavy pressure of studying, but isn’t Ina’s irregular period also due to this...
You begged William to take you to have a duo, but he disagreed. He thought Fiennes had the right to know and was about to call him to tell him, but you stopped him.
Finally, under your pleading, William agreed and took you to find a French private doctor. The military doctor could not treat you, and they would most likely report it and launch an investigation.
The clinic is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, and the doctor has rejected your request for multiple births.
"Sir, ma'am, I'm sorry, but I can't do this. French law doesn't allow me to help you."
William's hand, intentionally or unintentionally, pressed on the standard pistol on his waist.
"Sir, Paris is now a war zone. You don't need to abide by the law that has no deterrent effect."
The doctor noticed William's actions, and although his tone was trembling, he refused again.
"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that."
William pulled out his pistol and was about to pull the trigger when you stopped him.
"Doctor, maybe you could give me some medicine to help with the bleeding."
At this moment, William is threatening the doctor's life for you. What's the difference between you and those who take other people's lives at will!
You can't accept being assimilated, and you're using your power to bully others. Besides, you don't have other opportunities. If France doesn't work out, you can always go back to Brussels...
The doctor gave you estradiol and specifically told you to take it in the prescribed amount on time every day. Then William took you out of the clinic.
After you left, the doctor slumped in his chair as if relieved, snorted in anger, and cursed "bitch" at the door of the confinement room.
Everything seemed as if nothing had happened. The smell of disinfectant still hung in the air. The classical crucifix of Jesus in the center of the room was looking down with pity at the next person who came to see the doctor.
…
You told William that you wanted to talk to Fiennes about this in person and asked him not to reveal any news of your pregnancy to Fiennes, just that you would return.
You boarded the train from Paris to Brussels, leaned your head against the window, and gently closed your eyes. You comforted yourself, Ina, it will be fine.
You got out of the car, and it wasn't Yuri who came to greet you, but a group of soldiers in uniform.
"Ma'am, you are under arrest."
Two soldiers with hawk noses and hawk eyes took you to the car and took you to the headquarters, Wensheng Mansion, the city government hall.
You are surprised that you don't have any of the familiar panic and anxiety you had before, as if you had simulated this scene of being arrested many times.
The narrow and empty corridor seemed to have no end in sight. The lights in the corridor emitted a faint light, but no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't drive away the oppression of darkness.
At the end of the corridor, there is a door marked "Interrogation Center" and you are pushed in.
There was only an iron table and a few hard chairs in the room. On the table was an oval milky white glass ashtray filled with cigarette butts.
Feints leaned back in his chair with an expressionless face, his right ankle resting on his left knee, a cigar between his fingers.
“Brother…Brother…I…”
He interrupted you.
"I told you not to do anything to betray the Empire. I thought you knew nothing the first time, but now it's the second time!"
There were raging waves in his blue eyes, and the whirlpool stirred up by the waves almost dragged you in.
"Brother, I don't know what you are talking about. I will never betray you, and I will never betray the empire..."
Feinz seemed to have heard a funny joke, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and then he kicked the table suddenly. The harsh sound made your scalp numb.
He stood up and grabbed your shoulders. You were pushed into the inner room of the room. Enduring the pain in your shoulder, you subconsciously protected your stomach with your hands.
It’s not that you don’t want to tell him that you’re pregnant, but in the current situation, even if you tell him, nothing will change.
The light in the inner room was even dimmer. The walls were made of brick and had no paint. In the corner was a large vat. On the right was a medical bed with a head clamp and straps for binding. There was also a locked cabinet filled with bottles and jars.
There was a woman hanging from an umbrella stand by two thick and long iron rings. You were even a little dazed. This was so similar to the scene when you first discovered Dietrich.
who is she……
Is it Sally...
A corporal in uniform, receiving a signal from Feynz, pulled the woman hanging from the umbrella stand back by her hair, revealing her bloody face without any concealment.
You screamed.
It's Helen!
No! !
You began to struggle, but Feinz held your shoulder blades firmly in his hands, with such force that it seemed as if he could crush your shoulder bones alive, and you couldn't break free at all.
"Brother! Brother! Helen knows nothing. I didn't do anything. Why do you treat Helen like this? Brother, don't do this. Ina, please, let Helen go. Ina, Ina really didn't do anything."
You burst into tears and shouted incoherently, but the only response was Helen's faint wails. You felt the strength in your shoulders disappear, and you fell to the ground.
"'The roses are not fresh, and there are some black spots on the petals.' Ina, tell me what you want to convey, as well as your code name in the organization, the organization's hiding place, your contact method, and the whereabouts of Sally's cousin."
Feintz sat down on the chair, looking at you in a daze with an expressionless face, then waved his hand, and the corporal immediately whipped Helen with a whip.
With a loud bang, the whip hit Helen, and the blood splashed on your face. At that moment, you even felt the pain of your skin being whipped.
"Yina, the decision is yours. When you admit it, you can stop."
"No...Brother...I really don't know anything...S...Sally, it was you who allowed me to date her, wasn't it...Before that party, I had never...had never even met her...The roses really were just stale..."
Ina, don't panic, don't think that everything is over. They haven't found out anything, everything is just speculation. Helen, my dear Helen, please hold on a little longer.
You shook your head in despair, listening to the incessant lashing and letting your tears flow. No, an interrogator will never be moved by the tears of the accused, so, Ina, don't cry.
After an unknown amount of time, the whipping stopped and you felt yourself being grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged into a corner.
You feel like you've lost your hearing, unable to hear the sounds around you, even the faint wailing that was already there seems to have disappeared. Your nose and ears are filled with water, and the air has become condensed, and the water seems to be filling your lungs, making it difficult for you to breathe.
With a loud noise, your head was pulled up. You coughed violently a few times, and air rushed in from all directions, freeing your airway. Your body leaned back weakly, but your back hit Feints' leg.
What was he talking about, code? Organization? Sally? Mission?
No, you know nothing.
Your head is pushed under the water again, you want to vomit, your stomach feels really uncomfortable, but under the pressure of the water, the urge to vomit is forcibly suppressed.
You have watched too many anti-Japanese war films since you were a child, and seen too many scenes where heroes faced death with dignity and remained neither humble nor overbearing.
You and your classmates have discussed this issue: if you traveled back to that era and were captured by the enemy, would you be as strong as your predecessors and keep the organization's secrets?
You wanted to come to a negative conclusion directly because you are so afraid of pain that you can't even bear the pain of a scratch on your hand. You can't guarantee that you won't betray in such a situation.
But your classmates tell you not to make too many assumptions about yourself. You may really be at a critical moment of life and death, and you will be braver and more determined than you think.
Time and again, a strange, seasick feeling washes over you. The biting cold water wraps tightly around your face, suffocating you repeatedly, and the suffocating sensation threatens to lead you to hell.
You were dragged out of the inner room, your soaked hair sticking to your cheeks, water droplets sliding down your cheeks and all the way to your neck. The front of your clothes was soaked with water, sticking to your skin coldly, making you feel very uncomfortable. Your body was twitching from the cold, and you lay on the ground coughing.
He dragged you back to your feet and pressed your head and upper body onto the iron table.
…
You feel like you are no longer a human being, but an animal, perhaps a horse, because you keep making short breathing sounds, just like horses on the grassland do when the evening mist rises.
You opened your eyes and saw the ashtray on the iron table jumping up and down, slowly moving away from its original position. When it was almost at the edge, it fell to the ground and shattered with a click. The glass shattered all over the floor, and it seemed that more than just the glass was shattered into pieces.
Everything should be over. You slide to the ground, your stomach hurts so badly that you feel twisting and turning, your back is numb and painful, and a hot liquid flows out between your buttocks, quickly forming a small pool of blood on the ground.
You opened your mouth slightly, using almost all your strength to finally utter a hoarse and broken syllable, "Brother..."
You were wrapped in clothes and carried by Feints. He must be running and shouting something.
Your ears are still damp with moisture, but you catch the words car and hospital, and you feel the blood snaking down your legs.
Go home, you want to go home.
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