Officer x You (Fifty-four)
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Medical camp.
A slightly moist breeze mixed with the strong smell of disinfectant blew into my nose, and the Philips radio on the bedside table in the ward was playing Shakespeare's opera "Hamlet".
The aria resembles an Italian aria, and the baritone voice has a light and unique tone, revealing a metaphor: "There may be something bad going on in Denmark that cannot be told."
Schleicher leaned against the bed, his left arm bandaged with blood, his face thoughtful.
After Denmark was occupied, King Christian X of Denmark wore a Star of David and rode on horseback through the streets of Copenhagen every day to demonstrate his royal character and inspire his people under occupation.
Christian X claimed that the Danes were also his subjects, and if they had to wear the "Star of David", he, the king who enjoyed the support of the people, would take the lead in setting an example.
Last September, after the Danish government learned of the Empire's roundup plan, all Danish citizens worked together, mobilizing all possible means of transportation, and created a feat of rescuing more than 7,000 people overnight, including the famous physicist Bohr and his son.
In the end, the Empire only captured 481 Danes, who were sent to Theresienstadt. However, Denmark did not abandon its people. Relevant organizations have been constantly negotiating and intervening with the Empire and continue to pay attention to the situation in the Theresienstadt camp.
Denmark, a fairy-tale kingdom that is only the size of a thumb on the map, spared no effort to rescue that nation during the war. It is undoubtedly a truly kind country.
The contemplation on Schleicher's face grew more and more intense. If a Danish pig died, the Danish Red Cross would surely make a big fuss again. By then, the screening in the camp might have to be stopped.
Suddenly, there was a small and rapid knock on the door. Schleicher had just retracted the heavy expression on his face and responded when Dalia pushed the door open and arrived in front of the bed in the blink of an eye.
"how so!"
Dalia looked at Schleicher's injured arm in fear: "Herbert! How did that man get your gun? Has Louis eaten away your vigilance?!"
Schleicher's explanation to the public was that he had placed his service pistol on a round table in the lawn square, and a prisoner who was mowing the lawn took the opportunity to take his gun and illegally shot him. The murderer was killed on the spot.
Schleicher didn't realize he was being scolded. He smiled and said, "Dahlia, it's already this late and you still don't forget to blame me."
"God, do you know I almost fainted when I received the news?"
Tears welled up in Dalia's eyes. After checking that there was nothing serious wrong with Schleicher's body, she threw herself on Schleicher without caring that you were there.
Schleicher was stunned at first, then his laughter became louder and louder, and he quickly patted Dalia's back with his right hand as she threw herself on him.
"Good girl, this isn't a big deal. I won't die that easily. If I were to die, I wouldn't die in this cramped camp. It must be..."
Standing in the back, you felt increasingly uncomfortable the more you listened, and couldn't help but interrupt him: "What's with the death thing, Schleicher? Could you please say something nice?"
Schleicher raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Oh, so Mrs. Hodgkin is here too. She didn't say anything for a long time. I thought I was hallucinating."
“…”
It starts again. You are speechless and choked up, telling yourself in your heart that you can't get angry with the patient.
Dalia was also dissatisfied with Schleicher's words. She stood up and warned, "Herbert, if you say anything more, I will tell my father immediately!"
Schleicher raised one hand in surrender, helpless, "Dahlia, if you think my father hasn't beaten me enough times, go tell that old man."
"You were beaten lightly. I'm going to the communications camp to call my father right now!"
Dalia said this, and then left the ward in a cool manner. In fact, she went to find a military doctor and wanted the professional medical staff to tell her about Schleicher's injuries and recovery progress.
As soon as Dalia left, someone started to act like a cynic. He cleared his throat, raised his eyelids and looked at people, "Kitten, I need to take my anti-inflammatory medicine."
"Just take the medicine, why are you calling me?"
You guessed that the bullet that hit Schleicher was most likely fired by Feints, and you felt that your brother had indeed hit him too hard, and you felt a little guilty.
Although your words were full of sarcasm, you picked up the medicine on the bedside table and handed it to Schleicher. He took the medicine from your hand and stuffed it all into his mouth. You were afraid that he would choke to death, so you quickly poured Schleicher a glass of water and handed it to him.
Schleicher didn't take it, but drank the water from your hand, looking like a smug villain. You were forced to feed him the water, then you withdrew your hand with disgust and turned to leave.
Schleicher saw this and quickly grabbed you with his uninjured right hand.
"Kitten, Fair injured me, and you left after not staying long? One of you is indifferent, and the other is heartless. My heart is hurt even more."
"Sir, you deserve it."
You yanked Schleicher's hand away, frowning, "Let go!"
"No, stay with me."
Schleicher became more and more rogue. His palms were warm and dry, which made your hands look cool and comfortable. There was no bulge of the damn wedding ring on your left hand, and your slender and dexterous hand was just right for him to hold in his palm, making him linger even more.
"Schleicher, don't think that just because you're injured, I'll..."
Before you could finish your words, Schleicher pulled you completely into his arms. His right hand used too much force, which inevitably involved his injured left arm. A gasp was heard in the air, and your struggling movements suddenly stopped.
The breathing in my ears was heavy.
"Yina, I was serious about what I said before. I really don't mind being your lover. This is not a dishonorable act. I regard this as the highest honor..."
You are completely certain that Schleicher is a psychopath who acts without regard for the occasion. You are afraid that Dalia will suddenly come back and see this terrible scene. Regardless of what he says in your ears, you try your best to break free from his shackles, but the disparity in power between men and women makes you feel desperate.
You were almost crying with anger, and you were furious: "Herbert von Schleicher, please let me go!"
Schleicher knew that you didn't listen to his confession seriously, and his slightly hoarse words stopped. He held you tighter as if he was angry with a child, and your face was forced to stick tightly to him, feeling like you were suffocating.
While the two were in a stalemate, the door of the ward was pushed open.
The moment you heard movement at the door, your head buzzed.
But Schleicher still didn't let you go. On the contrary, he looked at Feintz with anger in his eyes. Then you felt yourself being forcibly pulled away by a strong force. After stumbling a few steps, you were hugged by the man.
"Brother... Fei... Feier..."
"Um."
Feinz hugged you from the side, his deep blue eyes seemingly gazing calmly at Schleicher, but as you stood to the side, you seemed to be able to see the anger deep within him surging like waves.
The instigator, who was leaning on the hospital bed, commented as if watching a play: "Fell, I'm really curious, is this how you and Ina usually get along?"
Feinz ignored him, turned around, smoothed up your slightly messy blonde hair, and whispered to you. You nodded with drooping eyelids.
Schleicher watched you and Feinz's intimacy with cold eyes, feeling extremely unhappy. He said word by word, "Feinz, can't you see? Ina is very scared."
You deny: "I'm not scared..."
Oh my god, please beg this plague god to stop talking. Don’t you want your other arm anymore?
"Yina, go out first."
You look at Feints on the left and Schleicher on the right, and they don't seem to know how to handle this bad situation.
"Don't worry, baby."
Feintz touched your cheek soothingly, and then you were locked outside the door. You couldn't hear much movement from outside the ward, so you had no choice but to go find Dalia first.
Inside the door, Feints unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and began to roll up his sleeves. Just standing there exuded a powerful aura.
Schleicher said confidently, looking at Feints approaching him: "What? Haven't you had enough?"
Feintz came over and reached out to change a few radio stations. The powerful and low baritone voice suddenly stopped, and the pointer of the Philips radio pointed to the American Broadcasting Corporation program "Voice of America".
The broadcast was playing in fluent English, tinged with a hint of anger.
"You have been targeted by the civilized world... Governments must immediately stop cooperating with evil people and refuse to deport...
The great President of the United States of America solemnly promised that all war criminals will receive fair and inevitable punishment for their atrocities at the end of the war! ...
Anyone involved should be hunted down and made to die as a token of his guilt! ... All those who dare to do evil before God must accept the final judgment on the Day of Judgment..."
"God? Oh, the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit don't exist! Only the Holy Blood lasts forever!"
Schleicher laughed and turned off the radio with a snap, not taking the country far away on the east coast of the Pacific seriously at all.
After mocking him, he said to Feynman coldly: "Fell, tell me, first you killed the Danish pig on my territory, and then you let me listen to the Voice of America. What do you mean?"
"Herbert, when did you become so stupid?"
Feinz gave Schleicher a cold, suppressed frown and asked back in a tone that Schleicher disliked very much.
This tone of voice made Schleicher feel a chill running down his spine.
Schleicher certainly understood that if a Danish pig died, there would inevitably be an uproar in Denmark, but the empire had to take into account the current international situation and maintain its precarious international image.
Correspondingly, the Propaganda Minister's order to comprehensively screen children's camps can be delayed for a while.
"Finns, what on earth are you doing? You're playing tricks on me? You're making me take all the blame!"
Schleicher questioned and fought back, asking why his brother, who had always disagreed with his refusal to screen the children's camp, would suddenly help him find a way to delay the screening of the children's camp.
Here, Feintz slowly lit a cigarette, raised his head slightly and blew out a smoke ring. The light blue smoke did not cover the sharp lines of his face, making him look unusually indifferent.
"Joan Campbell, the Duke of Argyll's only daughter and heiress, will inherit the title in September of this year. She is the Honorary Chairperson of the British War Refugee Committee and the Chief Liaison Officer for the International Red Cross Office in the UK. Her ex-husband is Julie Serriot, the younger brother of the former Swiss President."
As he spoke, Schleicher's expression became increasingly grim. As his guesses gradually took shape, a surge of anger rose from the depths of his heart.
Schleicher smashed the glass on the bedside table at Feinz's feet and cursed: "Feinz von Kármán! Are you collaborating with the British?!"
"Haven't you always wanted to know what mission the general has assigned me?"
Feintz looked calm. He raised his hand and took a puff of his cigarette. The cigarette butt continued to flicker, and then he exhaled a long breath.
"Only one hundred and thirty children from Theresienstadt can be exchanged for the Empire's scarce strategic materials. The General is considering this. As a gesture of good faith, Switzerland will first provide four passes bearing the official seal of the Federal Government and will also be responsible for entry arrangements."
Hearing this, the anger in Schleicher's ice-blue eyes gradually disappeared, and his back, which had been leaning on the bed, straightened up. From a businessman's perspective, this was indeed a lucrative exchange.
His throat tightened. "If the Führer knew the General was planning this, he would go completely crazy."
"I just need a pass. Ina and Emma must reach Switzerland safely."
Feinz remained silent, his tone calm, and took a step forward, pressing the cigarette in his hand heavily on the bedside table.
The black leather gloves on the cabinet were instantly burned, and the air was filled with a faint smell of burning protein. This special burnt smell made people almost effortlessly think of the crematorium that was running day and night.
After finishing the important matters, Feinz turned and said coldly: "I told you not to provoke Ina again. Since you can't remember it after one shot, then I don't mind shooting you again."
When Schleicher saw Feints take the gun and pull the safety, he was immediately shocked and tried to stop him.
"Finz, Phil, that's enough, are you done yet? Wait, if you mess around again, I really won't take the blame for you!"
You and Dalia returned to the ward. As Dalia knocked on the door and asked, a burst of gunfire was heard from inside. The two of you immediately pushed the door open and went in.
"Fell!"
"Herbert!"
You walked over to Feints and anxiously held his arm, afraid that he would do something stupid again. Dalia stood in front of Schleicher, blocking him like a calf.
Feintz put away the gun, his eyes calm, "I'm sorry, the gun just went off."
Outside the ward, the guards who rushed over heard the commander's huge roar and couldn't help but stop halfway.
"Feinz von Kármán, you must give Dalia a pass! Otherwise, I will report you to the military court for violating wartime solidarity!!!"
…
In the evening, after you and Emma finished washing up, you held Emma in your arms and looked at the paintings drawn by the children in the children's camp.
Emma stared at the children's paintings, pointing to the elements in the paintings and saying to you: "Mom, this is a table, this is a chair, and this is a lamp."
The image is simple: empty tables, chairs, and lamps, flanked by eerie black lines, like a helpless child trapped in a dark cage, longing for sunlight.
"Baby, yes."
You held Emma in your arms for a while longer, then turned to the next painting.
This time it was no longer a painting, but a gloomy and depressing sketch. The criss-crossing lines roughly outlined the overall picture of Theresienstadt. The streets of the town were still empty.
"It doesn't look good! This one doesn't look good!"
Emma was infected by the emotions conveyed in the children's paintings. The depressing atmosphere solidified in the paintings seemed to have a physical form and immediately spread to those who viewed the paintings like a plague.
You softly consoled her, "Baby, this is a token of the children's love. Let's just look at the last one and not look at it anymore."
"All right……"
Emma dangled her thin legs in your arms, curiosity returning to her clear blue eyes as you continued to flip through the pages.
The last one was still a simple sketch, with only a few strokes, but there was a short poem at the end, which you read to Emma.
"Everything tilted, like a staggering, hunched old woman / Everyone's eyes were fixed on a single expectation / and one question - 'When?' /
There aren’t many soldiers here/Only downed birds reporting news of the war/You’ll believe any rumor you hear/The house is even more crowded/The smells are piled high against each other/The attic with its lights screams, and it goes on and on.”
After reading this poem, you will feel restless for a long time. It is hard to imagine that such a poem was written by the young children of Theresienstadt.
Emma raised her little head and asked her mother in a soft voice, "Mom, what does the poem written by the child mean?"
You kissed your daughter's forehead in your arms and said softly, "Emma, the little girl is just saying that she hopes the war will end soon and peace will come soon."
"Mom, what is war?"
"War is just... grown-ups fighting."
"What is peace then?"
“Peace means that all children can eat strawberry jam filled buns.”
Emma nodded, then shook her head and continued to ask in confusion: "Mom, when can the children eat bread?"
"It's almost time, baby, it's almost time, less than a year left," you gently pinched Emma's little face, estimating the time in your mind.
"Well, there are still eight months left. Isn't that fast?"
As you were speaking, Fiennes came out of the bathroom after washing up. You quickly put Emma down from your arms and put all the paintings into the drawer.
"What's eight months left?"
Fiennes picked up Emma, who was running towards him with her short legs, and put his forehead against his daughter's, making Emma giggle.
"Dad, Mom said that all the children can eat bread in... eight months!"
[Zizizi... (sound of electricity)...]
You watched as Feyntz's frown deepened, becoming increasingly uneasy. Enduring the sudden electrical noise from the system, you quickly took Emma from Feyntz and put her in his arms, saying:
"Emma, it's too late. Mom and Dad have already played with Emma. Let Mom take Emma to find Aunt Susie first."
"Good night, Dad."
Emma was reluctant, but seeing her father nod, she still replied loudly, appearing very well-educated.
You sent Emma to Susie's bedroom, and when you came back, Fiennes was sitting on the sofa opposite the bed, wearing a black lace nightgown, with brandy on a small round black lacquered table next to him.
There is a chandelier above her head and a black curtain behind her. Her hair after taking a shower looks even more dazzling like gold under the light, and her eyes are as deep as the frozen sea in winter.
"Brother, what's wrong?" You sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling inexplicably frightened and swallowing subconsciously.
"Ina, let's talk about the spy issue."
A sudden numbness from the soles of your feet quickly spread to your scalp. Even though you now know that Feintz will not hurt you again, the fear continues to deepen because of these words.
Feinz’s eyes were scrutinizing you, his upright posture adding to the pressure. He raised his eyelids and asked, “What have you done for the Brits?”
"Brother, I only forged a special permit once... I really haven't done anything else..."
Your mind quickly scans through all the missions you've been on. Denial is impossible, so you can only pick a few that don't seem that serious and that Feinz is already aware of.
"I really didn't do many missions. After I had the baby, they didn't contact me again... I, I only forged your signature once afterwards..."
As you spoke, Fiennes looked at you and drank most of the brandy. Then he put the glass on the table with a cold expression and poured himself another glass slowly.
“Brother, don’t drink too much…” You stood up and carefully added water to his glass.
Feinz put his arms around your waist and pulled you into his arms. The faint smell of alcohol mixed with his scent sprayed on your nose, gradually enveloping you completely.
"Ina, Hurley Ludwig Campbell, what is your relationship with him?"
"ah?"
You were surprised, and Feynman bent down and kissed your lips. The taste of brandy instantly filled your mouth, and dopamine was secreted rapidly, making you unconscious. Then he rubbed the side of your face gently with his chin as if he was affectionate.
In a trance, you heard the man's seductive voice ringing in your ear, "Yina, has he kissed you like this too?"
Denmark, this has been mentioned many times before, and this chapter explains the reason.
Chapter 46, "Danish diplomat Franz Wass and Danish Red Cross member Juul Henningsen," and Chapter 50, "Danish pigs, don't move. Go to the prison first." "Sir, we have confirmed again and again that there are no Danish pigs on this train."
The male protagonist cooperated with Hurley with the goal of sending Ina and the child to Switzerland.
(I was coding on ddl this Saturday, but something happened and I didn't finish it. I was supposed to be coding today, but something happened again... I'll write this first. I should be able to finish the Czech line in August)
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