What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Part 28)
Different world, fictional background!
The characters and worldview are privately designed and have nothing to do with real history.
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
You were standing at the bar next to the restaurant, about to take out some Marco Polo black tea from the tea box and make yourself a cup of tea to relieve heat and clear internal heat, but Fiennes walked over silently and hugged you from behind.
"Yina, stop it."
He gently sniffed the rose scent on your hair, "I finally got the leave, but you're angry with your brother again."
You said nothing, continuing to brew tea. All around you was quiet and languid, devoid of the relaxing atmosphere typical of early summer, only a tone of silence.
"Yina, are you distracted again?" he spoke again.
You put down the teacup, your tone flat, no emotion in your voice: "Brother, how can I drink tea when you hold me like this?"
Feinz loosened his arms, and the strength that bound you was removed. He took half a step back, and you turned around.
There was a small piece of paper on his chin, where a razor had left a wound. It turned out that without shaving cream, a small blade could make the murderous man bleed.
You still haven't figured out how to face him. Just when your thoughts are still wandering, he hugs your waist again, lowers his head to rub your forehead, and then kisses you again.
His kiss always pulls you into the bottomless abyss as boldly as a waterfall, like a storm but without any sound, direct but tender and affectionate.
An uncontrollable spring tide surged in my heart, stronger than the sun, more dazzling than gold. Love lingered stubbornly on my lips, flowing endlessly in each other's kisses.
After the kiss, you fell into his arms, breathing slightly.
He stroked your back and said, "Yina, brother apologizes to you."
You know he doesn't think he did anything wrong that night. In his world, there is no room for your slightest violation. Whether he suppresses or forces you, or seduces you into submission, it's just a method he uses to achieve his goal.
But what can you do? Your heart has been shackled without you even realizing it, your soul and body have been separated for a long time, your whole body is immersed in water that is sometimes cold, sometimes warm, and you can only watch clearly as you slowly drown.
You put your arms around him and snuggled up to him, accepting his verbal apology.
…
Layers of clouds covered the sky, stretching to the horizon. Large patches of sunlight lay on the crowns of the lush green sycamore trees. Occasionally, some sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, casting circles of light on the ground like islands of light.
The gorgeous roses on the branches tremble in the wind, revealing their colorful warmth. At a glance, they show their tenacious vitality.
You and Emma were playing in the back garden of the mansion. You were afraid that the sun would burn Emma's delicate skin, so you specially put a light-colored straw hat on her.
The hat was a little too big for her head. Emma had short legs but was not slow. The straw hat fell off and hung down her back in a short while, with the dark brown hatband loosely wrapped around her neck.
You finally caught Emma running around and half-knelt to put her hat on. But Emma felt that her mother had disturbed her plans and was furious and about to cry. You quickly stretched out your fingers and used the shadow of the sun to make animal silhouettes to tease her.
Cross your hands, hook your thumbs together, and swing them side to side to create a soaring eagle. Put your hands together, put your index fingers together, and spread the other fingers slightly apart to create a howling wolf.
When Emma saw the charm of the shadow for the first time, she immediately fixed her blue eyes on her mother's flexible and slender fingers as they made various gestures.
Feinz stood by the porch in the back garden, his hands resting on the white railing with round carvings and grooves, looking at you with tenderness and depth, and all the hostility in his body has dissipated and restrained.
Yuri stood behind him and whispered, "Sir, they've confirmed the news. Dr. Lutz Heck will be here tomorrow. What do you think?"
Feinz's expression changed slightly, and he tapped the railing with his fingers slowly and rhythmically, as if he was thinking, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. Soon, he made a decision, and Yuri stepped back.
He walked towards you and Emma, holding her in his arms and straightening her slightly tilted straw hat. You were half-crouching and your legs were numb. You stood up and patted your legs a few times, holding onto his arm.
"Emma, Daddy will take you to the zoo tomorrow, okay? There are a lot of animals there, like tapirs, Tasmanian devils, and Arctic hares..."
Every time Fiennes said the name of an animal, Emma would let out an exclamation of surprise, and finally she would simply clapped her chubby little hands and kick her legs impatiently in her father's arms.
"Ina, how about going to the Paris Zoo with our Emma tomorrow?"
Your breath almost stopped when you heard the word "zoo". In the blink of an eye, past memories were projected onto your retina as quickly and stutteringly as a roll of movie film.
They have never been eroded by wind and sand or penetrated by rain. Instead, they have been waiting for the right time, hiding in the shadow of time, waiting for the right opportunity to launch a fierce attack on you in an instant.
You pinched the back of Emma's neck. Emma turned her head and called her "Mom" softly with an excited look on her face. You didn't want to ruin her obvious expectations.
“Yeah,” you leaned your head against them, half-lidded eyes filled with vague pain.
That night, after taking a shower and returning to your room, you saw Feints lying on the bed, his back facing you. You threw back the covers, got on the bed and lay beside him, your fingertips gently stroking the scars left by his burns like butterfly wings.
"Ina?"
The fire in the opera house was burning before your eyes, like a fiery snake winding its way into your heart. The lingering sorrow blended with the unforgettable memories, and multiple memories overlapped. You pressed your face against his back, tears falling silently.
"Brother, I miss Lai so much."
You clearly felt his body stiffen for a moment, and he turned around. You looked at him with a dazed expression, as if you could see through him those blue eyes of Len again, fragile as porcelain, brittle as amber, and dim as a burned-out meteor.
Fate left you with a pile of fragments. You tried to bend down to pick them up, but the fragments cut your hands. Drops of blood fell. No matter how hard you tried, you could never put things back together.
"Ina, it's all in the past. We have Emma now. Emma is still with us. My dear Ina, don't think about it anymore..."
Feinz wiped your tears and then took his hands away from your face, trying to distract you with a kiss, but you avoided it.
How could it possibly pass...
Does he love Lai or not? Why, in your blurred vision, does his expression remain so calm and composed? His emotional fluctuations just now seemed like an illusion.
You held each other for a long moment, melting into one in the silence.
Sleepiness gradually spreads over your body, and your consciousness sinks in the slow rhythm of the waves of time. You murmur incoherently: "Brother... I... I want to... go home... I want to... forget you..."
By the end of the conversation, the words were no longer distinguishable, and the person fell into the vast darkness of the hall.
"Yina, wait until father comes back from his shift, then we'll go home."
He didn't hear your last words clearly. He bent down to kiss your hair and hugged you tightly. The indelible memory flashed back to No. 4 Zoo Street.
…
The next day, you all headed to the Paris Zoo together in a Mercedes-Benz.
Emma sat on your lap, looking out of the car eagerly. After staying at home for a long time, everything outside seemed new to her.
Feinz leaned against the back of the car and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, as if he had not slept all night.
The car was almost at the zoo. You took out the water cup from the cloth bag, fed Emma some water, and then put on her little straw hat.
The sound of the piano in the zoo gradually flowed into the car like water, and the extremely outstanding sound flying out of the piano came straight towards me. It was Bach's "Goldberg Variations".
Bach, this great variation, the brilliant and full thirteen variations should have been swept away by the storm of war in this occupied land, but unexpectedly, sin and destruction have not yet suffocated this luxury of music.
Emma was stunned listening to it in your arms. You kissed her and explained to her, "Emma, this is Bach's music. It's music."
Feintz stared out of the car for a moment, then leaned over and patted the passenger seat. Yuri tilted his head back and he instructed him, "Find the source of that sound."
"Yes, sir."
well?
You glanced sideways upon hearing this, and asked deliberately, "Brother, is there anything wrong with the sound of this piano?"
He took a cigarette from the pack, but without lighting it, he put it under his nose and took a deep sniff to satisfy his craving, then put it back into the pack.
"Ina, what do you think?"
You listened carefully.
This piece of music, with different variations, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and gradually becoming faster, sounds like a prelude to escape, a warning note, which makes people's adrenaline surge. It no longer has the abstract charm of the original piece, but instead highlights the player's panic and instability.
You were startled, “Brother, you… you suspect someone is using this song to send a message?”
"It's just a possibility," he said with a smile on his face, very satisfied with your answer. He lowered his head and said softly to Emma, "Emma, can Daddy teach you to play the piano?"
Hey, how old is Emma?
"Brother!" you dissuaded.
"Oh, Daddy's little Emma, Mommy is jealous. So, can Daddy teach Mommy too?"
Please, please, you can play the piano, okay? Even though it may be rusty now, your musical notation and appreciation skills are still there, okay?
You held your head speechlessly. What you said was clearly in conflict with his educational philosophy, but why did it mean something else when he said it? He was really good at confusing right and wrong.
You can't help but worry about "him" whom you have never met.
When you were about to get off the car, you held Emma in your arms and asked Fiennes to hold the cloth bag containing Emma's water cup and other items.
He was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, and you immediately understood what he meant - he didn't need to be involved in such a trivial matter, it would lower his status.
You ignored him, secretly complaining in your heart. You couldn't free your hands while holding Emma, and you felt wronged when he asked you to get something...
When you got out of the car and saw the two black Horch cars parked opposite the Mercedes-Benz and the people getting out of the Horch cars, you realized that today was not a simple family outing at all, but a secret visit disguised as a family outing.
Lutz Heck was a tall, middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed black beard and slightly spastic facial muscles. He was not wearing a uniform, but a loose silk shirt, brown breeches, medieval-style soft leather high boots, and hunting clothes. He did not look like he was here to inspect the zoo, but rather to prepare for hunting.
"Dr. Heck, this is my wife and daughter."
Emma listened attentively to the conversation between Fiennes and Heck without blinking. It seemed as if there was a wise soul living in her little body. She babbled in your arms from time to time, and seemed to be infected by Heck's crazy words.
You feel even worse. You don't want Emma to be exposed to those fallacies at such a young age, so you simply pick her up and take another route to show her around.
"Mom, Mom? Dad, Tapir..."
Emma found herself gradually moving away from her father, and couldn't help but feel puzzled. She hugged you and turned her head to look in the opposite direction. Seeing that her mother had no intention of going back, she turned her little head back.
"Emma, let's not look at the tapirs anymore. Mommy's going to take you to see...um...big tigers, okay?"
You imitated the roar of a tiger, intending to scare her, but ended up making Emma giggle. This little girl is truly fearless.
There are almost no people in the direction you are going. Large areas of open space are planted with vegetables and have been transformed into vegetable gardens.
You finally found the tiger park with Emma, but there were no wild animals inside. There was only a crooked sign with the words "Ferocious tigers, be careful" written in French. The gate of the park was locked tightly with an iron chain, and the tiger cages inside were covered with thick and heavy cloth similar to the material of a military raincoat, with a long and narrow gap between the cloth.
Emma's lips are slightly chapped, and you feel a little guilty about holding her for so long. The water cup is still with Fiennes. You turn around and are about to leave when a familiar electric sound suddenly passes through your brain.
system?
You paused, subconsciously turned around, and focused your gaze on the tiger cage. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared through the narrow gap in the thick cloth... a human eye shaped like a date pit!
There is a person hiding in the tiger cage!
Is someone imprisoned?
【Zizizi... (electrical sound)】
If it wasn't imprisonment... then what would it be...
"Madam! I finally found you!"
While you were still pondering, Yuri trotted over to you and saluted you.
"Commander Kalman sent me to see you and the young lady."
Yuri's sharp eyes swept over your frightened expression, then passed you and Emma and landed on the tiger cage behind you. His observation skills were terrifying, and he could make a simple judgment based on the expression on your face make him suspicious.
"Yuri, I... I'm lost. Luckily you found me. Come and help me hold Emma. My arms are sore..."
You quickly interrupted, handing Emma over and disrupting his analysis.
"Uncle, uncle, I'm thirsty."
Emma lay listlessly in Yuri's arms, and spoke at the right time to save her mother. Yuri no longer focused his energy on the abandoned tiger cage and took you to where Feintz was now.
…
A burst of cheerful laughter entered his ears, and Fiennes turned his gaze to the tree-lined path leading to the stables. You and Yuri, holding Emma, were walking towards him, talking and laughing.
You were wearing a chiffon dress with a cinched waist, and your golden hair was braided into a single side braid, tied with a wide light blue ribbon. As you walked, you smiled and your skirt fluttered like a dancing butterfly.
He was moved, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips. After saying goodbye to Heke, he walked towards you with the cloth bag. When you saw him, you waved to him.
Huh? He's still holding that bag... You thought he gave it to someone else. Could it be that he was carrying it all the way while talking to that doctor...
He took Emma over, and Yuri stepped aside to stand guard. You took out a water bottle from your cloth bag and fed Emma some water. Emma was very thirsty and drank half a bottle in one gulp. You felt even more sorry, and your emotions showed on your face.
"Yina, I'm sorry I couldn't spend time with you today."
You put the lid on your water cup. "Why are you apologizing to me? You apologized to your daughter. You clearly promised her that you would take her to the zoo, but you ended up talking about business instead."
He pecked Emma's cheek to express his apology.
"Emma, I'm sorry for making daddy's baby thirsty today."
"Dad, no, bad, Mom, bad"
Emma started speaking words when she was not even one year old, mixing German and French, and occasionally spitting out Chinese sounds. Although her words were intermittent and not complete sentences, you all understood what she meant.
"Emma, what's wrong with Mom?" You opened your mouth in surprise.
Upon hearing this, Feinz frowned and said sternly, "Emma, you can't say that to Mom. Mom will be sad!"
Emma was scolded by her father, and the corners of her mouth, which were originally upturned, immediately drooped.
"Brother! Be nicer to Emma!"
For a moment, the three of them supported each other, which was very heartwarming.
…
You were folding a change of clothes for Fiennes on the bed, planning to use it as an excuse to go to headquarters to try to find out the serial number of the special permit. But just as you finished folding one piece of clothing, Emma raised her hand and messed up the clothes again.
"Emma, if you continue to act like this, Mom will be angry."
"Look, Dad, Dad, look! Dad! Dad!"
Emma pouted her little mouth and rolled over on the bed unhappily. Seeing that her mother didn't react, she opened her mouth and started crying. She cried harder and harder, and in the end, you could see her little tongue in her throat.
As soon as Emma started crying, you were so overwhelmed that you couldn't even put away your clothes. You picked Emma up and sat beside her on the bed, coaxing her gently.
"Emma, Emma, don't cry. Crying won't solve the problem. Mommy has to go to Daddy to do something important. I can't take you with me today. Besides, it's not safe outside. Daddy will be back to see Emma in a few days."
You wanted to reason with her with words of justice, but when Emma got angry, no one could stop her except her father. You had no choice but to grit your teeth and temporarily hand over the crying Emma to Mandy, hurriedly packed a few clothes and went to the headquarters.
People were coming and going in a hurry in the command center. Everyone had a serious face and was doing their job without speaking to each other. Occasionally, a few quick and loud salutes could be heard in the air, and then the stagnant atmosphere returned.
Feintz's office door is locked, and his secretary tells you he's in the private lounge on the third floor. You knock tentatively, afraid to disturb him, and just as you're planning to come back tomorrow, the door opens.
His hair was a little messy, the buttons on his collar were undone, and his expression was cold, as if he hadn't woken up yet and was very grouchy. When he saw it was you, the hard lines on his stern face softened a little.
"Yina, why are you here?"
You raised the bag in your right hand and winked playfully, "Brother, I'm here to bring you a change of clothes. Sorry for waking you up."
He pulled you into the room, locked the door, took the bag from your hand and placed it on the high table. He turned around and pressed you against the door, then lowered his head to cover your mouth with a hungry look.
His hands caressed your soft body wantonly, and the rapid heartbeats gradually connected into a line, traveling from bottom to top into your ears, like the sound of waves echoing in a conch shell, deep and regular.
It seemed like an eternity had passed, and just when you were about to melt into him, he suddenly let you go. Suddenly, your legs felt weak, and you quickly grabbed his arm.
"Yina, sleep with your brother."
"ah?"
Your face was still flushed, your brain was in a state of shutdown, and you were shocked by his bold and presumptuous words.
He chuckled softly, resting his forehead against yours, his tone soft and gentle, "My dear Ina, I'm going to sleep in the literal sense. However, if you want, brother can certainly do it."
You lowered your head, awkwardly pushing him away. You finally understood. He had said that on purpose! He was trying to mislead you! He wanted to see you make a fool of yourself!
The private lounge is small but exquisitely furnished. There is a deep black plush cushioned couch against the wall, next to the chair is a simple mahogany desk, a rest bed that is twice the size of a camp bed, and a Louis XVI-style washbasin further inside.
Although the location is not in the sun and the sunlight cannot reach the wood paneling walls, it becomes a natural cold storage in the summer and is extremely comfortable.
You laid flat on the bed with him and he asked with his eyes closed, "Is Emma being good at home?"
“You’re not good,” you complained, “Brother, come home as soon as you can. Emma misses you.”
"good."
It's afternoon now, and you're not sleepy at all. You're lying in bed just to keep him company. You're looking up at the ceiling quietly, and suddenly you think of the list of "Captain Nemo" you saw in the organization's base, so you quickly ask him while Fiennes is still asleep.
"Brother, are the Duke and Duchess of La Rochelle okay? Did you do anything to them?"
Silence came in with a swagger, his steady breathing was right next to your ear, as if he fell asleep in an instant, this deliberate avoidance once again froze your heart.
"You... promised me that you wouldn't... kill anyone again..."
You leaned forward on your elbows on the bed, staring straight into his closed eyes. "Who is it... The Duke of La Rochelle... or, the Duchess..."
There was an undeniable tremor in her questioning voice, like a leaf in the wind, unable to control its own direction. It was clear from this that your difficulty in accepting the truth would be no less than the devastation you felt when you mistakenly thought you had lost Emma.
After a few brief seconds, he opened his eyes, and the surrounding darkness made his blue eyes, as deep as the sea, appear much darker.
"La Rochelle paid for the bail out of his family, and I have had the Duchess released."
Hearing his reply, the breath in your chest suddenly relaxed, and you fell on him with a sense of relief. He leaned over and suddenly hugged you in his arms, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and the subsequent words turned into tired words on his lips.
"Yina, I'm tired."
“Go to sleep, brother, have a sweet dream,” you wrapped your arms around him, then looked up and kissed him, whispering the long overdue words: “Thank you.”
Thank him for bringing your Emma back.
Thank God for still loving His children.
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