Officer x You (Fifty-three)
Overhead background, overhead background, different world
Privately designed characters, privately designed names and places
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
You raised your head, with broken and sparkling tears still hanging on your long eyelashes. Fiennes was staring at you, and there was a sharp and oppressive feeling in his eyes like an eagle, and you began to be afraid again.
You got off Feinz, climbed onto his shoulders, and intentionally said to him affectionately, "Brother, you, please don't be mean to me..."
"What's going on?"
Feints's frown deepened.
As he spoke, you felt the buzzing vibration on your cheek as it rested against him.
"Emma sang a few lines of a Yiddish nursery rhyme to Schleicher, and then Schleicher realized that I was not of the right descent... He wanted to strangle me..."
"Then?"
After hearing your explanation, Feinz's deep blue pupils shrank noticeably and his expression became gloomy, as if he was the calm deep sea before the storm, hiding waves that could swallow everything.
"Then... he came to his senses and probably decided being half-blood wasn't a big deal... well... that's all..."
The more you spoke, the more guilty you felt. You shrank down and covered your head with the quilt.
You didn't dare tell Feynz that Schleicher's adjutant had sent you to the service camp. You knew that Eric was in a difficult position and was still in the punishment camp.
Plus, the person behind Eric's actions must be very powerful, and you don't want your brother to get into trouble.
Feinz half-lifted the quilt, lifted your whole body up, pinched your chin, and forced you to look at him.
The water in your eyes is still dark, and you can see his pupils are deep and eye-catching, and you can vaguely see your timid face reflected in them.
"Ina, tell the truth."
You whispered quickly, "The truth is... Schleicher said... he wanted to be my lover!"
"Baby, you promised?"
Feinz's voice became lower and lower, and his tone was as intimate as the ordinary whispers of lovers, but the intimacy contained an uncontrollable anger.
You broke free from the force on your jaw, frantically shaking your head in denial, taking the initiative to move forward, and the two of you kissed for a while longer.
This kiss was no longer as aggressive as before, but gentle and lingering, intertwining and grinding. They could each savor the pleasure brought by the exchange of breath. Under the night light, the brother and sister's eyes were filled with the same halo.
The warm lips gradually moved down to the place with blood scab under your right ear. The man gently pressed on that place with his lips and teeth. You couldn't help but let out a muffled groan from your throat. Then you fell on him again, leaving only the entanglement of breaths.
You knew that Feints must be angry, as the last time he and Schleicher fought at the Ritz Hotel was still fresh in his memory. So, you slid your left hand fingers into the man's fingers in a flattering manner.
Interlocking your fingers, you continued softly, "Brother, don't make things too awkward..."
"You've developed feelings for me, so you can't let me go?"
Feinz said this in a very calm tone, and you couldn't detect any emotion in his voice, but his hands were exerting force, and your finger bones were being clamped down, causing more and more pain.
"No!"
You immediately denied it, the pain in your finger bones instantly disappearing.
"I just don't want Dalia to know..."
"Like her?"
Feinz glanced at his daughter who was sleeping soundly beside him, then put his arms around your waist, hooked his fingers up your maroon silk pajamas, and gently stroked your smooth and delicate back.
"Yes. Daisha is very beautiful, gentle, considerate, and knowledgeable. She is very good to her friends and to Emma... Brother, I don't want to embarrass everyone... Besides, we are going to see a puppet show tomorrow morning. Emma has been looking forward to it for a long time. At least not tomorrow morning..."
"good."
The man agreed quickly, and the matter was temporarily put to rest for you. You began to have time to rethink the mission he mentioned to assassinate Charles de Gaulle.
If there really was a mission, there's no way Feynz would tell you the truth even though he knew you were a spy. You always feel like he's not telling you the truth, but you can't figure out why he would need to test you further now that it's come to this...
Beneath the covers, your toes rubbed restlessly against Feynz's leg, anxiously feeling the powerful pulse of his tendons. These unconscious little movements were the most lingering, quickly catalyzing an irresistible desire, sending a surge of pure, genuine pleasure down your spine.
The man's breathing, which had originally calmed down, became rapid again.
…
In the middle of the night, Schleicher opened the door with an unhappy look on his face.
"Do you have a condom?"
Feinz's sharp gaze fell on Schleicher's face, and the scrutinizing look made Schleicher feel very uncomfortable.
He said angrily, "Why would I have that thing?"
Feintz remained silent and nodded. "I forgot. The women in the service camp are all sterilized. They don't need condoms."
? ?
Schleicher could no longer hold it in. He was already feeling unhappy, and now he wanted to roar to the heavens and spoke angrily.
"Fell, you're here to cause trouble so late at night, aren't you? When have I ever been to the service camp? Don't spread rumors about me!"
Affect my glorious image in the kitten's heart.
Schleicher cursed, keeping the latter part in his heart, then smiled and patted Feints' shoulder meaningfully.
"Brother, it's not worth waking up the kids, so just bear with it tonight."
At this moment, Dalia from the next room came out and asked what the dispute was about. She was wearing a loose white satin nightgown that covered her beautiful shoulders and neck and all the way down to her knees.
"I have it," Dalia returned to the doorway and waved the item in her hand at the two men. "But if it's the wrong size, there's nothing I can do."
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Schleicher was shocked again.
He was so angry that he jumped to his feet and directly accused: "Dalia! Tell me clearly! Why do you have such a thing!"
Feinz raised his eyebrows, thanked him frankly, took it and left, leaving Schleicher with a feeling of resentment.
"Herbert, why can't I have one? I suppose I'm a normal adult with needs, right?"
Dahlia leaned against the door, casually gathering her blonde hair against her chest.
"I'm afraid you've been cheated!"
Schleicher's face darkened. He walked out of his room, strode forward, grabbed Dalia's wrist, and spoke in a sinister tone.
"Which bastard? Someone from Prague Castle? Or some guy in Theresienstadt who doesn't want to die?"
Dalia was not to be outdone. She struggled to break free from the man's hand and looked up at him.
"Herbert, who it is, does it matter to you? As you wish, we are divorced. Do you think I should keep the so-called purity of the Virgin Mary for you?"
"Dahlia, do you really want to piss me off to death?"
Schleicher seemed to have been slapped in the face, becoming even more enraged and speaking without thinking for a moment.
"Don't you insist on keeping the title of Mrs. Schleicher for a year? If you want to keep it, then don't do anything that would embarrass me! If you don't have a sense of contract, then our agreement is naturally invalid!"
Hearing this, Dalia chuckled. "Just now you said you were worried I'd be deceived. How come you told the truth in less than a minute? It turns out you're worried you'll lose face."
Schleicher was speechless for a moment after being asked the question, and a sense of bitterness inexplicably welled up in his heart. He did not explain any further.
"Go to bed early. There's a Czech puppet show tomorrow morning, and the children's camp is rehearsing overtime..."
Dalia interrupted him directly, her voice gentle, but every word she said was a question.
"Herbert, what's the point? How long can you continue to shirk the minister's orders? How long are you going to let your father clean up the mess behind you? Before, it was a deal with Krupp, and this time it's Lida Baarova. What will happen after the film is finished? Will they be so lucky to escape the screening next time?"
The two looked at each other, and a trace of pity flashed across Dalia's eyes, but she went against her will and cruelly imitated her father's words and repeated:
"No matter how young they are, they are still pigs. Pigs deserve to die."
These words made the bitterness that had just welled up in Schleicher's heart disappear completely without a trace, and his face darkened a little.
Soon, Schleicher's expression returned to normal, a familiar smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he began to speak harshly again.
"Dahlia, if you still want to go to the puppet show tomorrow, forget about those wild men and go back to bed!"
After saying this, Schleicher turned and went back to his room, his back a little stiff.
Dalia silently withdrew her gaze, and only a sigh remained in the corridor.
…
The next day, you all took a car to Theresienstadt on the other side of the river.
Today is a rare good day. The sun is shining brightly, the air is mild and fresh, and there is no dust in the sky, which makes people feel endless attachment to life.
The Mercedes-Benz passed by the football field in Theresienstadt, where a lively football match was in progress.
The matches were held in the courtyard of a former military barracks, in an ideal location for photography, with dedicated video equipment. Due to the limited space, each team had only seven players, but despite this, the players still put on an excellent match for the enthusiastic fans.
In the distance, the army's watchtowers loomed large, with heavy machine guns pointed at the football field, always on combat readiness.
The Mercedes was driving very fast and Shengkuang was left behind in a short while. Emma woke up and saw her father. She was so happy that she got in the car and played with her father in the car.
You sat in the back seat and kept looking out the window at the scene of the campground.
The entire camp is well managed. People can choose whether to wear olive caps, their hair does not have to be shaved, and they do not have to wear striped prison uniforms. They are even allowed to keep their own clothes. From the outside, life here is almost the same as in an ordinary small town. It is indeed the model camp promoted by the official external propaganda.
When they arrived at the concert hall of the Theresienstadt camp, the soldiers in gray and black uniforms stood up and saluted Feinz when they saw the rank represented by the epaulettes on his uniform.
Schleicher and Daria were whispering, and when they heard the voice of "Long live the emperor", they turned around. When they saw it was you, Daria happily went forward to greet you.
"Auntie's darling Emma, there's a Czech puppet show to watch today. Are you happy?"
"Emma is happy!"
Fiennes nodded hello to Dalia, put Emma down and looked after his daughter.
Schleicher chattered at you, completely ignoring Feinz, and showed off to you the orderliness of the camp under his management. You gave him a look that said "May the best of you" and turned to whisper to Dalia.
Emma observed the scene around her curiously. Seeing the many children setting up the venue, she felt a little shy and just stood there, clenching her chubby little fists and waving happily at the children in the distance.
Soon, everyone was seated, including a select group of children from the children's camp and the nursery teachers, and the puppet show began.
The puppet show was performed after approval by the Theresienstadt Camp. It was Mozart's Don Giovanni, known as the "opera among operas".
In 1786, at the lowest point in his life, Mozart came to Prague, Czech Republic, and personally conducted a grand opera.
This puppet show, which continues to this day, is considered the national opera of the Czech people, and Mozart was officially portrayed as the sun god Apollo. The approval of Don Giovanni by the censors was undoubtedly the best choice made after careful consideration.
On the stage, the puppets' movements are bizarre and their voices are shrill. The children behind the scenes give life to the Czech puppets, making these little wooden figures as mysterious as Prague, attracting the eyes of everyone present like magnets.
Emma stared at the stage intently. Fiennes crossed his right leg over his left leg, his hands crossed, and watched expressionlessly. It was unknown what he was thinking. From time to time, he would check on his daughter sitting next to him.
Schleicher sat in the center of the first seat, playing with a coin-sized, black enamel badge in his hand.
The children were still pulling the strings of the marionettes behind the curtain. The delicate and small puppets were performing a most representative opera -
The shameless yet clever and brave Don Juan uses his charm to wantonly seduce innocent women, but ever since he killed the Knight Commander, he has been repeatedly frustrated in love and eventually faces the judgment of death.
Vivid falsetto, plain recitative, interweaving of light and shadow, the children in the children's camp sang the opera a cappella while manipulating the puppets in their hands. Accompanied by the lively rhythm, the children's dexterous hands became an indispensable part of the performance.
After the performance, the people in the audience stood up and kept applauding and cheering. Fiennes held his daughter in his arms. Emma was so happy that she clapped her hands excitedly and called out to her father, saying that she had to go to the front desk to see the puppet.
Boys and girls around eight or nine years old were carrying stage props and tidying up afterwards. They all looked pale and wore rough, dull clothes with many patches.
On the other hand, Emma wore a pure white shirt with a red soft silk scarf, breathable linen shorts, and small leather shoes that were carefully polished. Her face was as rosy as a fresh apple and full of vitality.
The contrast between the children is so obvious that you can't help feeling uncomfortable and start to doubt whether it was the right decision to bring Emma to see the puppet show.
"Children, you have behaved very well! I am very satisfied and have decided to give you an extra meal tonight. Each of you can drink half a cup of skim milk, and a small piece of bread with jam."
Schleicher bent down, patted a boy on the head, grinned, and announced his decision benevolently as if God himself had come.
The guards behind him quickly reported the commander's impromptu decision, causing the people in the logistics camp to complain and get busy.
"Thank you, sir."
The boy and his friends behind him all smiled, crossed their hands in front of their lower abdomen, and bowed to Schleicher.
You and Dalia looked at each other, and then reluctantly distributed the little chocolate you had brought, as agreed upon in advance, to a few children who looked too thin. Susie also came over to help distribute the food.
The children took it carefully, still maintaining a perfect and appropriate smile on their faces. Each of them was like an elf surviving in the cracks of dark history, always smiling at the world even in the darkness.
It's like he's doing it on purpose for someone to see.
Purgatory, children, smiles, the combination of these three elements makes you feel inexplicably absurd, and suddenly you shudder and get goose bumps all over your body.
"Daddy, put me down. Come down. Emma wants to play with the other kids—"
Emma moved around in her father's arms in dissatisfaction. Fiennes shouted to stop her, and the daughter in his arms immediately became wilted and stopped making a sound.
"Brother, can you let Emma come down and play with the kids for a while? It shouldn't be a big problem."
You walked over and stuck close to Feints, unable to bear seeing your daughter sad, and whispered to him about something.
Feyntz was firm, rubbing his daughter's back to soothe her, and replied to you, "Ina, they may be carrying germs. Emma can't come into contact with them."
ah……
Germs...
You forgot this. Crowds of people and a lack of cleanliness can easily carry germs. Emma has had a serious illness again, so she should be careful.
"Emma, what Dad said... well, it makes sense. Let's just watch. Mom will play with Emma when we get back to the castle, okay?"
Emma didn't dare to disobey her father, but she didn't want to reply to her mother either. The little girl lay on her father's shoulder, and little pearls were brewing in her big blue eyes. You touched Emma's golden hair with heartache.
At this moment, a woman in her thirties, probably a nursery teacher, walked towards you holding a boy's hand, and Feintz immediately narrowed his eyes.
"Sir, ma'am, these are the paintings drawn by the children in the children's camp. I beg you to take a look at them."
The boy's black eyes widened, and he held up a dozen paintings in his hand. He smiled at you and said in German, "My dear madam, these are the paintings we drew."
It was obvious that Feints didn't want others to have too much contact with his wife and children, and his aura was very low.
The boy in front of you is obviously so scared that he seems to be unable to breathe, but he is still smiling, as if his smile is his greatest strength to fight against evil.
You pursed your lips unhappily at Feints, and the man swallowed his words of refusal back into his throat. You turned around and took the painting the boy handed you, symbolically flipping through it a few times.
Then he smiled and replied, "Little friend, thank you for the paintings you gave to my little sister. These paintings are very good. We will carefully preserve them. What is your name?"
name.
The boy was stunned for a moment, and the smile froze on his face. In this camp, there were only numbers, no names. From the moment the tattoo was inked on the left forearm, people lost themselves and became just empty numbers.
He tilted his head to glance at the teacher, who nodded slightly. Then he cleared his throat nervously and said his real name in German.
"Ma'am, Ivan, my name is Ivan."
Over there, Schleicher and Dalia, who had finished talking with other officers in the camp and were greeting the young actors after their performance, also noticed your situation and walked over together.
Schleicher heard Ivan's self-introduction from a distance. He came over, tilted his head noncommittally, and asked with a smile, "Son, how old are you this year?"
The female teacher immediately held Ivan in her arms and replied, "Sir, he is twelve years old and hasn't even had his thirteenth birthday yet. We are just here to give you a painting. We hope it will pass the magazine's censorship."
Schleicher's smile widened and he touched the bump on Ivan's head that signified good luck.
"Don't make the same mistake again next time. Your name is a number, a number bestowed upon you by the Empire. You should be thankful that you are only twelve years old this year, otherwise I will definitely punish you according to the camp's regulations."
Feints watched coldly as Schleicher threatened Ivan, and just stood aside and talked to his daughter who was lying on him. Emma's tears had long evaporated, and she lay comfortably in her father's arms like a little rascal.
Dalia seemed to have seen too many such scenes, and she smiled faintly as she played the role of the commander's wife.
"Yes, sir, I...I will definitely remember your teachings."
Schleicher turned and spoke to the female teacher: "Is teaching going well recently?"
"Sir, everything went well."
The female teacher frowned and lowered her head respectfully.
"What did you teach the children?"
Schleicher, the highest commander of the camp, was conducting random friendly inquiries on the scene.
The female teacher hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her head, a smile that remained on her lips, a smile that was nervous yet strong. She replied:
"Sir, I tell the children that human wisdom is condensed in the tip of the pen, and every poem and essay sparkles with the light of thought. Children, remember, the pen in your hand is only five inches long, but its power is comparable to that of a king's scepter."
Upon hearing this, Feinz's face suddenly became extremely ugly, as if he had heard something extremely disgusting, but Theresienstadt was not his jurisdiction. After calling you, he took Emma out of the concert hall directly.
The pen in your hand is only five inches long, but its power is as great as the king's scepter.
This sentence comes from the Talmud, which is the Bible of that nation.
Everyone present was well-versed in ancient and modern times, so how could they not understand that the female teacher was disobeying orders and teaching the children the contents of a banned book.
The prerequisite for hatred is understanding, and the prerequisite for hatred to the extreme of wanting to destroy an entire nation is incomparable familiarity and understanding.
"Good children, you performed very well today. Milk and bread will be waiting for you in the evening. Teacher, please take the children back quickly."
You were terrified as you listened to this, and quickly gave the painting that Ivan gave you to Susie. The mistake was caused by you, and before Schleicher got angry, you stepped forward to interrupt and winked at the teacher.
But in fact, there is a special team in Theresienstadt called the Talmud Action Team. They collected the nation's collection of books, including scrolls and books of the Pentateuch, classified them using the Prussian cataloging system, and are committed to building a small museum in Theresienstadt.
Schleicher's heart was pounding. Not wanting to lose his temper in front of the two ladies, he deliberately ignored the obvious provocation and allowed you to exercise the power that should have belonged to him. Dalia watched all this calmly.
After getting in the car, Feinz frowned and reminded: "Ina, don't get too involved with those pigs...they are too involved."
"oh."
You agreed perfunctorily, wiped the sweat from Emma's forehead, then left your daughter in the care of her brother and leaned against the car window to continue looking outside.
The scenery outside the car flashed by quickly. Flowers were blooming in the town park, customers were coming and going outside the cafe, and the game on the football field entered the crucial stage of the final. The cheers for the goals were getting louder and louder.
"Brother, don't you find it strange?"
"What's strange?"
"The children are all laughing..."
I was laughing all the time, from before the performance to after the performance, even if I laughed so hard that my throat was stiff, I was still laughing.
Hearing this, Feinz lowered his head. The daughter in his arms was happily calling "Dad" and her little mouth kept talking about all the strange things that happened during the one month of separation from her father.
Feintz didn't respond.
Because men know clearly that they are smiling for you.
Years later, Ivan wrote in a book called The Spirit of Prague: "I remember very clearly that almost everyone believed that good would prevail and that the war would soon be over. This belief helped us sustain ourselves and survive humiliation, worry, disease and hunger."
The occupiers decide people's life and death and seize their property, but they cannot dominate people's free and noble souls.
Paradox, paradox par excellence, is the spirit of Prague.
…
In the lawn square, green shrubs trimmed into the shape of cannonballs can be seen everywhere. They form a circle along the edge of the square, acting as a fence to completely separate the square from the surrounding town roads.
Gardeners in short-sleeved shirts were watering and leveling the lawn. They were prisoners from Theresienstadt camp.
Feynz sat in a rattan chair beside a round table and casually opened a bottle of Czech beer with the edge of the table. With a snap, the bottle cap leaped into the air, and then Feynz stretched out his hand, and the elastic force of the bottle cap landed squarely on his hand.
The beer did not foam out, but it emitted a hint of fragrance that instantly filled the air. Feinz took a big gulp.
Schleicher was standing a little further away from the round table, teasing the German Shepherd. He threw the red ball in his hand out, and Louis lingered for his owner and kept barking.
Someone started swearing, "Hey, Louis! Come on, we're dogs, don't act like pigs, or we'll have no chicken breasts in a while!"
The German Shepherd then reluctantly sprinted forward, like a flash of black lightning, and before the gardeners working nearby could even utter a low cry of fear, it had brought the ball back.
"My Louis, so good!"
Schleicher smiled and touched the German Shepherd's shiny fur, then snapped his fingers, and the German Shepherd was taken away by the guards who were specially assigned to take care of it.
He turned and walked towards Feyntz, who was sitting on a wicker chair, and picked up a bottle of wine. "Fell, what on earth did the general send you back for? It's so mysterious that even I can't know, right?"
"Let's talk."
Feinz did not respond to Schleicher's confusion. Instead, he slowly took off the Lange watch on his left wrist, rolled up his sleeves and stood up.
Schleicher was stunned for a moment, and the action of drinking wine stopped in mid-air. Then he put down the bottle of Czech beer, vaguely guessed what his good brother wanted to talk about, and stood there calmly.
"Why, you want to take action in my jurisdiction..."
Before Schleicher could finish his words, a fierce gust of wind blew over, and Feinz struck out hard, punching Schleicher in the face. Schleicher was caught off guard and staggered back several steps.
"Grass!"
"Are you serious again?!"
Schleicher's eyes were full of stars, and as he staggered, he noticed that the gardeners around him had stopped watering and were peeking towards the round table on the lawn. A bad mood came over him, but he was even more angry about being suddenly beaten.
Feyntz said coldly, "I entrusted Ina to your care, but you strangled her and tried to kill her? Herbert, is this how you fulfill the agreement between us?"
Tsk tsk.
It turned out to be the kitten who complained.
Schleicher laughed, turned his head and spat out bloody saliva from his mouth, then strode forward and grabbed Feints by the collar.
"Fell, you still have the nerve to blame me? You should be thankful that I was the one who discovered Ina's identity, otherwise you might never see her again!"
I will never see my sister again.
These few words pierced his heart, and his extreme anger could no longer be controlled. It completely wrapped around every inch of his skin like a devouring vine.
The muscles at the corners of Feints' lips twitched violently a few times, and he raised his fist again, aiming at Schleicher's cheekbone. Just as Schleicher raised his hand to block, Feints' fist changed direction and landed on his abdomen.
There was a sharp sound of a fist hitting flesh, and then a muffled groan of pain from someone spread in the slightly damp air.
"When did you become interested in Ina?"
Feinz adjusted his cuffs, sweat dripping down, and his firm muscles were faintly revealed under his white shirt.
The voice that had been raised due to anger just now softened again and returned to a relaxed state.
Schleicher gasped in pain and made a gesture to stop the guards who came over after hearing the noise in the distance. Soon, he put on a face that deserved a beating and smiled casually.
"Fell, I'm indeed sorry for this, but love doesn't distinguish between first come first served. The second time I met Ina, no, the third time, at the Ritz Hotel, I was completely captivated by her. We were highly compatible in our thinking."
Schleicher continued to provoke desperately, "Let me guess, you waited until now to attack me, it must be because Ina interceded for me, right? Yes, it seems that Ina still has feelings for me."
The atmosphere around Feynz grew colder and colder, and he kicked Schleicher in the abdomen again. The Czech beer was taken off the round table, and the bottle shattered to the ground. The edges of the glass flashed sharply in the sunlight.
"From now on, don't provoke Ina again."
"Fell, I really think you should correct your misconceptions about love. You shouldn't just think about possessing Ina. You should do everything you can to serve Ina and make her feel happy instead of afraid and terrified."
Schleicher simply lay on the lawn and refused to get up. The color of the sky came into his eyes, the ice blue was even purer, the whole world was shaking up and down, and he closed his eyes.
During the short break, Schleicher's mind flashed back to everything that had happened in the camp during this period. This fight could be considered as a way to release the long-standing pressure.
"The children's camp will most likely not be able to escape the next screening. What should I do?"
Schleicher closed his eyes, feeling the softness of the grass beneath him, and confided to his brother, "Fell, do you know that people can be driven crazy?"
Feinz said nothing more and sat on the lawn steps. He was not wearing his military jacket when he came to the lawn square in the afternoon. He only had his white shirt with the collar loose and a brown shoulder holster.
He bent slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, thinking silently, like a lost boat trying to regain control of its direction in the boundless deep ocean.
Precious time was lost in the bits and pieces of Lange watches on the round table, and the feasibility of a carefully planned plan was once again reconsidered.
A moment later, the grinding wheel of the lighter slid, Feinz closed his hands, lowered his head and moved closer, and a scarlet dot instantly lit up at his fingertips.
In the last second, white smoke was squeezed out of his lungs, and in the next second, the smoke was thrown away. As Feynz stood up, he pulled out the gun from the holster and shot Schleicher lying on the ground without hesitation.
The sound of gunfire echoed throughout Theresienstadt, startling the prisoners who were working on the lawn square so that they dared not move.
"Feinz von Kármán, you are really crazy!!!"
Schleicher had never expected that Feintz would actually shoot him. He frowned, covered his injured and bleeding left arm, and sat up from the ground, cursing while enduring the pain.
The guards in the distance heard the gunshots and were rushing over in an emergency.
This chapter has a total of 10,000,000, 9k of which are released, and the remaining 1k is placed in the hidden ending:
The hero is not a human being again, his brother and Schleicher continue to fight and cooperate () win together (?)
Red heart is the driving force of renewalbr>
No gift record
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