What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Twenty-one)
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
"Doctor, can you find a way to relieve my wife's headache?"
Feinz's brows were furrowed, his face was stern, and his whole body exuded the violent beauty bestowed upon him by his military uniform.
The doctor shook his head as before. "Sir, the best treatment is of course medication, but right now I can only give you Gudi headache powder."
He asked and talked to the doctor for a few more words before turning his attention to you.
“Brother, let’s go,” you got down from the bed, thanked the doctor, and pulled him towards the door.
He knew you would never take the medicine. You had argued about this more than once or twice, and each time he ended up losing.
After getting in the car, Feinz's brows were still furrowed, and the other half of his face was deeply immersed in the light and shadow. The interweaving of light and dark made his facial features appear more distinct.
Oh, it's really annoying. He's in a bad mood, but you're worried too... This headache can be life-threatening, but Western medicine just keeps telling you to take medicine...
Do you remember that when you were little, your mother had headaches? She went to see a Chinese doctor at that time, and the doctor gave her a black plaster called "Tai Yang Gao". She applied it to the solar plexus, and the disease was almost cured after a few courses of treatment.
“It would be nice if there were some Chinese medicine here…”
You couldn't help but grumble.
"Chinese medicine?" Feints asked in confusion.
"Well... brother, Chinese medicine is, is China's... treasure, yes, a treasure. Chinese medicine mainly treats the root cause through internal regulation." You pursed your lips, not knowing where to start explaining.
"Oh, I can't really explain it. Anyway, it seems like I can cure my headache without taking any medicine..."
Feinz put his arm around your shoulders and let you lean against him, then lowered his head and glanced at you with an unclear expression.
"Yina, you go to the Charity Street Bookstore every day just to look at these weird things?"
What's so strange about this? This is clearly profound, okay? What does he know... Never mind, you can't expect a Westerner to truly understand the charm of Chinese medicine.
You felt a little sleepy, so you closed your eyes and gradually fell asleep leaning on Feints' shoulder.
…
After returning from the hospital, you were once again confined to the Earl's Mansion. Apart from taking care of the children, reading, gardening, and waiting for Fiennes to come home, you had no other activities.
You have no way of knowing the organization's current situation, nor any progress on the hidden mission. Every time you ask the system, its answers are ambiguous, using the same familiar rhetoric to prevaricate you.
You sat by the crib, rocking it and telling Emma a story.
"...The Little Mermaid loved the prince so much that she ultimately chose not to kill him. When the sun rose from the ocean, the Little Mermaid turned into foam..."
"Emma, don't you think the little mermaid is pitiful? Don't be as stupid as her when you grow up, otherwise your mother will be angry."
Emma stretched out her little hands, trying to touch her eyes, yawned, and began to cry. A baby's cry is the most penetrating and the most torturous, and your temples twitched instantly.
She never fell asleep in her crib, so you had to pick Emma up and gently sing her a lullaby until she fell asleep before putting her back in her crib.
Wearing cotton slippers, you slowly walked down the stairs, holding onto the outer edge of the railing.
System, I reiterate again, please keep all your evil ideas away from Emma.
[Host, the choice of all hidden quest lines is yours. The system has no right to interfere.]
In me?
[Yes, host.]
After going down the stairs, you poured yourself a glass of water and took a sip. Then you put the glass down and were about to continue asking the system questions when someone behind you used a big hand to open your shoulders.
"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts! Brother!"
You knew it was Feints coming back, and you shook off the force on your shoulders and turned around, grumbling.
"Yina, hunched over."
He raised his right index finger and poked your cheek.
Hunchback? Oh my god, you have a hunchback! It must be because you often hold the baby to feed him.
He is the culprit of all this!
Feinz saw that your eyes were wandering, as if you were distracted again. He took a step forward, shook you, and then picked you up.
You were not prepared, and the moment your feet left the ground, you naturally hugged his neck and then wrapped your legs around his waist.
"Yina, what were you mumbling in your mind just now?"
He came home early today and was in the mood to play with you. It seems his work is going smoothly. I wonder which comrades have been arrested. Things are changing so fast in Paris lately...
Seeing that you didn't reply, Feinz loosened his hands that were supporting your hips. You fell down and immediately clamped your legs tightly around his waist. Your two slippers accidentally fell to the ground.
"No, I didn't grumble anything...Brother, Ina missed you very much..."
Your "sweet talk" skills are becoming more and more refined. You can even say them with your eyes closed. It is obvious that Feynz benefits from it very much.
He felt helpless and held you up again, "Yina, your brother is right in front of you. What's the point of just thinking about it in your heart? Oh, and there's a letter from father."
Father……
Is my father doing well in Oslo? I wonder if the British have any follow-up actions regarding the Vemork incident...
"Brother, what did father say?"
He didn't respond directly, "Emma is asleep? Let's finish the business first."
After all this time, you still can't get rid of your blushing habit.
He…couldn't he have something else on his mind?! Shouldn't the first thing he does when he gets home be to eat?
"Brother, my slippers!"
He changed the way he held you and replied as he went up the stairs, “Ask Mandy to bring it up.”
Exploitation is indeed the basic skill of capitalists...
…
You no longer resist his kiss, no longer resist the chaotic passion in his blue eyes when he looks at you, and no longer hate this rootless and sourceless attachment.
You know that you have nowhere to escape, so you have no choice but to let the chaotic emotions wrap you up like a cocoon.
…
"Father only asked how you and Emma were doing."
You wondered, "Is that all? Didn't Father mention anything else? Like, he was in Oslo..."
Feinz was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, resting.
"Well. Father didn't want to say much in the letter."
He pulled the quilt up for you, "Yina, sleep a little longer while Emma is still asleep."
You shook your head. You were not sleepy at all, but very hungry. You planned to go downstairs to eat. You hoped that tonight's dinner would not be potato pie again. Although the chopped parsley was fragrant, it would always be a little lacking without some sour cream.
…
The door was opened and Elliot was driven to the Black Forest on the outskirts of the city.
He was very calm at this moment. The thing he regretted most was betraying his comrades. The insidious person betrayed him, and he turned around and betrayed others, becoming the coward he despised the most.
"preparation--"
The corporal carrying out the execution prolonged the pronunciation of these two words, leaving enough time for the person being punished to savor them. The deep despair before death would be taken to the world where God truly existed.
"shot!"
The two gunshots were particularly loud in the dark forest.
The first shot is a fatal shot that hits the vital points, and the second shot is a supplementary shot to ensure that the victim is dead.
…
You woke up from your dream, gasping for breath, your heart pounding. You opened your eyes and saw that Feints had already put on his clothes and was ready to leave.
"Ina?"
He heard the noise you made and went back to sit on the edge of the bed, turning on the bedside lamp and putting his hand against your face to muffle the noise.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
You held out your hand to block the glaring light.
"I dreamed...I dreamed of Lai..."
As expected, this sentence was met with a long silence from Feynz.
You sat up in bed. The black curtains blocked out everything outside. You were not sure what time it was and could only make an initial judgment based on the time when Feynman got up.
"Brother, is it dawn yet?"
"Ina, stop thinking about it." This sentence is asking you to stop thinking about Lai, but it is impossible. "It's not even dawn yet, it's only half past eleven."
Is it only 11:30? You've only slept for less than two hours? Huh? That doesn't make sense... Where is he going, dressed up, at this hour of the night?
"Brother, you...you want to go to the spring center?"
The moment you ask this question, you feel stupid.
On the one hand, the Fountain Center is only open at the headquarters, and on the other hand, whether he goes to the brothel or somewhere else has nothing to do with you...
He took your words as your concern, and now he is in a good mood, so he explained it to you.
"Ina, what are you imagining? Didn't my brother tell you that I've never been there? I'm going to the Ritz Hotel tonight. General von Stupnagel is hosting a banquet there, and I have to attend."
?
When did he tell you that he had never been to the Fountain of Life Center? This is really inexplicable...
The agreed time was almost up, and he kissed you before leaving. You were no longer sleepy because you had dreamed of Lai again, so after feeding Emma, who had woken up halfway, you went downstairs to listen to the radio.
…
The Ritz Hotel, Place Vendôme, Paris, France.
The Mercedes-Benz pulled up to the side of the road, and the guards at the gate immediately stood up to greet him. When Feynz got out of the car, his usual serious and awkward expression had been replaced.
Paris at midnight appeared unusually quiet, yet within, it was filled with the atmosphere of decadence and extravagance. From the corner of the Ritz Hotel's open door, a hidden light shone through.
"Kalman, you're finally here."
Stupnagel signaled with his eyes for the waiter to bring Feyntz a glass of gin, as he himself smelled strongly of gin.
"General, it's an honor to be invited here."
Stupnagel held a blond, blue-eyed French beauty named Matilda in his left arm, raised his glass with his right hand, and took a sip of wine.
"Kalman, you've had a lot of people thanking you lately. Just look at how many women have come to the reception desk at the Ritz Hotel recently. There are even more than the group of women at the 'Military Home'."
A row of young women stood in front of Feynz, most of them wearing patched clothes, quiet and timid. However, such a posture not only did not extinguish the evil thoughts, but instead aroused the violent impulse.
Feinz drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. "General, I'll drink your wine, but I don't want this man anymore. My wife is very strict at home."
"Kalman, you're not sincere. If your wife really was strict, you wouldn't be here. We're all men, don't worry, old Kalman has indulged himself before."
Feinz raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced his father would accept the Ritz's "gift." General von Kármán had always been skeptical of women who sold their bodies, let alone any physical contact with them.
However, since General Stupnagel had already said this, refusing would be disrespectful to him. Well, I'll choose first and send him away later.
Feinz picked out a girl wearing a cardigan from a row of women. Unlike the others who lowered their heads, she looked at him with a pair of innocent and frightened light blue eyes, which made Feinz inexplicably think of you.
Perhaps because she was young, she didn't know the irreparable price she would pay to get expensive food.
"What's your name?"
The girl's voice was very pleasant, with the unique refinement of French and as clear as a lark.
"Sir, my name is Lena."
"What? Ena?" Fiennes was a little dazed.
The girl corrected him, "Not Ina, but Lina, sir."
Fiennes nodded, handed her the empty glass and asked her to fill it with red wine.
Stupnagel came over and patted Feynz's shoulder in an ambiguous way. "Kalman, what's the fun in pouring wine into a glass? The real fun is pouring it there. I've reserved a room for you on the third floor, a king-size bed room."
As Stupnagel was about to leave with the French woman in his arms, he stopped and added, "By the way, that girl is only fourteen, so she might be a little young. If it's not fun, you can try this bitch next to me. She's quite skilled."
Matilda clenched her hand, which hung at her side, into a trembling fist.
…
Fiennes opened the door to the third-floor room at the Ritz Hotel and saw Lina lying on the bed. The girl's slender blue veins were clearly exposed under her milky white skin, and tears slid down her cheeks, leaving two marks on her face.
He only glanced at it once and then immediately looked away.
"Put on your clothes."
Lina lay in bed without moving. The person in charge of the reception desk just told her that only after serving a military officer could she get a piece of bread.
She was still young and she didn't want to do this, but she was so hungry.
Feyntz sat on the sofa and picked up the French cigarettes on the table. He would be in this room for at least two or three hours. If he had known he couldn't get away, he shouldn't have gone to the appointment tonight.
Silence was like a transparent cloak, slowly falling and covering Lina's face. She mustered up her courage, got out of bed and walked in front of Feynman.
"Sir… Sir…"
Fiennes cleared his throat and puffed on his cigarette. It was French brand black tobacco, and it had a bitter taste.
"Didn't I tell you to put your clothes on? Can't you hear me? Go back to your bed."
"But, but if I don't do this, I won't have any bread to eat."
trouble.
"You stay in this room and keep your mouth shut. When the time comes, you can also get your bread."
Sister Matilda said that they were all perverts, hooligans, and bastards, but Lina now felt that Sister Matilda might be wrong, at least the officer in front of her was not like that.
She happily ran onto the bed and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt. It wasn't that she didn't want to wear clothes, but someone would deliver her clothes after the incident was over.
This is a disgusting trick that the hotel receptionist came up with because they were afraid that the Parisian woman would suddenly change her mind.
The silence in the room didn't last long before there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Sir! Sir Kalman!"
As a guard who has followed Feints for many years, Yuri rarely loses his temper.
Feints frowned and opened the door.
"Sir! Something terrible has happened! The general is calling urgently!"
Hearing this, Feintz was shocked and his eyes widened. He immediately picked up the military coat hanging on the hanger and left the room. His initial big strides gradually turned into a sprint without caring about his image.
The black Mercedes-Benz gradually blended into the night, and in the unfathomable darkness, the stars suddenly appeared quietly.
…
Feinz started to fail to return to the mansion more frequently. He didn't go home most of the time and usually just asked Yuri to bring him food.
The clouds in the sky are particularly red in the setting sun, with a faint hint of blue, and you just keep looking at them.
You didn't know that this astronomical phenomenon meant that the weather would be extremely cold tonight, so you didn't transplant your roses to the greenhouse in time. When you woke up the next day, your roses had frozen to death.
This year's winter came too early.
"Ma'am, look at this," Mandy didn't know what to do with Rose's body.
You were very sad. "Mandy, please find a place to bury them. I may not be suitable for growing flowers. It's a pity for these roses."
At night, Emma tossed and turned for a long time and refused to sleep. You finally coaxed her into falling asleep. It felt like you had just fallen asleep for a while when a pair of hands began to wander over your body.
You closed your eyes, uncomfortably shaking off the touch and turning your body sideways.
"Brother, you're back..."
"Ina, it's me."
Feinz brought his lips to yours and began to kiss you, but you were too tired to even think about interacting.
However, when he was bored, he only cared about himself, like a hungry and innocent child, asking for food that belonged to him.
…
Just when you think you can finally rest, Emma starts crying again. Oh my god, how could Emma be so naughty! She wants to torture Mommy just like her daddy!
Fiennes got up and put on his pajamas, picked up Emma from the crib and checked her, but fortunately Emma didn't want to eat, but needed a diaper change.
After giving Emma a simple cleanup, changing her diaper, and coaxing her to sleep, he returned to bed.
He originally thought you had fallen asleep a long time ago, but your biological clock played tricks on you. Emma usually had to eat at this time, so you were forced to wake up.
So annoying, it’s all his fault!
Your emotions were written all over your face, and naturally, Feinz could see it all. He stretched out his arms and hugged you, patting your back gently, soothing you like a child.
"Good girl Ina, go to sleep, my baby, go to sleep"
Hey...what is he doing...are you kidding me? You're not Emma...
But it really works, and soon, your eyelids droop and you begin to doze off.
He deliberately lowered his voice and it was barely audible in your ear, "Yina, William is back. When I'm free, I'll take you to see him."
William... Commander William... Where did he come back from...
I am so sleepy and tired. I can’t think anymore. Everything else should be put aside. I’ll just go to sleep first.
…
Fiennes no longer confined you to the Earl's Mansion, and allowed you to come to the Invalides every now and then to accompany William for a while. You also regained the freedom you had lost for a long time.
This year's winter lacks color too severely, and the monotonous, dark tones have made Parisians even more depressed. Christmas is approaching as scheduled, but there's no festive atmosphere at all, and the streets are cold and desolate.
Another year has passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, you made some apple pie and prepared to go see William. Because of the cooking smoke, you slightly opened the window, but when you closed the window, you found a piece of paper folded into a square.
You open it and see it says:
4 p.m. on the 13th, Peace Cafe.
PA
This is...someone is asking you out!
But who put this paper there?! There are guards guarding the front and back gardens of the Earl's Mansion... Could it be Mandy?
No, PA, it should be the person who signed this who put the paper ball here...
Wait...wait, this couldn't be another trap...
system?
【Zizizi... (electrical sound)】
It’s not a trap, it’s a hidden quest line!
Since it's important to go home, it seems you have to go.
…
Café de la Paix, 9th arrondissement of Paris.
There were relatively more people in the cafe because there was a free fire for warming themselves.
You chose a corner to sit down, ordered a cup of coffee, and waited anxiously for the person who asked you to meet.
Not long after, a man holding a newspaper sat down opposite you. He was very young and handsome.
Looking beyond the newspaper, you could see his resolute yet gentle face. His green eyes seemed to be following the words on the newspaper, not even glancing at you. However, his lips began to move slightly.
"Zn"
When your code name came out, you almost held your breath.
"I am Philippe Albert."
Philip Albert! PA! is the owner of the Earl's Mansion!
You remembered that when you went to the organization base to deliver the information about the military train escort schedule, Sally also mentioned the name Albert!
"Are Sally and the others okay?" You took a sip of your coffee and tried your best to pretend that you didn't know the person in front of you.
"Au is currently safe, but the base was destroyed, the radio station was damaged, and Na was betrayed by a traitor and sacrificed."
Au, Sally is still safe. Na, who in the organization has the code name Na? Oh my god, you're such a fake, you don't even know the code names of other comrades...
"Zn, Au asked me to inform you that we still need to find a way to obtain intelligence, and resistance is urgent."
After saying this, Albert closed the newspaper in his hand, stood up and left.
Oh...wait...don't go, you haven't finished asking...
Where is the organization now... How can I contact the organization...
"Albert..."
You wanted to stop the figure from leaving, took a few steps, and subconsciously called out his name, but Albert did not stop and left the Peace Cafe.
Little did you know that the man sitting at the table to your right raised his head when he heard the name "Albert".
Just at this moment you turned around, and within your sight was a man wearing a wrinkled black windbreaker. On his table was a cup of coffee, a book, and a pen and paper.
Just one glance and the world stops and the heart stops.
How would you describe him?
His face was a little sallow, and he was thin but not frail. His unflinching gaze swept over you, direct and sharp, seeming tolerant but absent-minded, with a hint of fatigue in his expression.
There are always so many coincidences and accidents in life, but the thousands and thousands of seemingly accidental encounters eventually become the inevitability of history.
The boring introduction in the Chinese textbook is now completely vivid on the paper, and the narrative words about him flood into your mind without missing a word, so clear and profound.
Albert Camus, a famous French writer and philosopher, leader of the Resistance Movement, and great patriotic fighter, his representative works include "The Plague", "The Outsider" and "The Myth of Sisyphus".
Camus...
The resistance movement...leaders...
…
There are only two kinds of people in the world: those who have read Camus's books and those who have listened to Camus's books. Everyone admires his talent, his thoughts, and his uniqueness, but often overlooks one point -
Albert Camus, a true and unyielding resister who used his pen as a weapon.
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