What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Twenty-three)
A fictional background in another world!!
The characters and worldview are privately designed and have nothing to do with real history.
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
The light of morning light slowly pushed aside the mist, penetrated the thick clouds, and quietly entered from a corner where the black curtain was lifted.
You put your arms around Feinz's waist and helped him fasten the belt that held his service pistol. Just as you were about to take two steps back, he stretched out his arms and hugged you.
"Ina," when he called your name, his voice was like a cello sounding in the wilderness, low and magnetic.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
You had gotten up a long time ago, but Feinz kept flirting with you. Now you were so sleepy that you put your arm around his waist, buried yourself in his arms, closed your eyes, and took a nap.
"Nothing, I just wanted to call you." He loosened his arms, looked at your closed eyes, bent down and kissed your forehead, and whispered, "Sleep a little longer?"
You refused, your empty stomach protesting.
Feintz was going to the headquarters' logistics department to inspect the situation and had breakfast there instead of staying home for dinner. You were alone at the dining table while Mandy helped prepare baby food for Emma in the kitchen.
Breakfast was onion soup with a fluffy golden scone.
Two-thirds of the onion soup was a large block of steamed cheese and onions. Although the seasoning was rich, you still couldn't get used to the taste and it always felt a bit like dark cuisine.
You took a sip of the soup and tasted a little bit of braised ham in it, flipping through the latest issue of "Paris Morning News" when a piece of news in the upper right corner of the newspaper caught your attention.
"On the evening of February 7th, a gas leak caused an explosion in House 13 on Saint-Michel Street, killing Monim Spalt instantly. It is reported that the deceased worked at the Consulate Liaison Office in Paris..."
Gas explosion...
You headed towards the kitchen and shouted to Mandy, "Mandy, please pay attention to the gas at home. Don't forget to turn it off after use."
"Ma'am, don't worry."
Mandy had just taken the spinach leaves out of the hot pot and mashed them into a paste. After hearing what you said, she immediately tightened the valve on the gas stove.
…
After a few days, when the weather gradually warms up, you plan to go to the University of Paris to retrieve your admission file.
You walked out of the mansion gate and found that the person guarding outside was not Yuri, but an officer you were not familiar with.
The man was tall and thin, with a fair, angular face, blue-gray eyes, and a nose that was rounder than the standard Germanic image, and his smile might be warmer.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm Sergeant First Class Paul. It's an honor to serve you."
You smiled and nodded at him. He graciously opened the car door for you. After you both got in, you asked, "Why isn't Yuri here today? Where is he?"
"Madam, Commander Yuri is injured and is currently receiving treatment at the Latin Quarter Church Hospital. I will be responsible for your safety in the near future."
Injured? How did you get injured?
"Is it serious?" you asked worriedly.
Paul sat up straight, observing the road ahead with a sharp eye, and replied, "Ma'am, don't worry, it's a minor injury that won't be life-threatening."
But if it is just a minor injury, why would you need to be hospitalized?
A sharp headache hit you, preventing you from pursuing further questions. You rubbed your temples, feeling a little worried. Your headaches had been getting more frequent and severe lately.
It seems that after Emma is weaned, taking medicine will have to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
[Paris Latin Quarter, Left Bank of the Seine, University of Paris]
You received a system location prompt.
Based on past experience, you didn't let Paul drive the Horch to the university gate, but parked it nearby and walked the rest of the way yourself.
Because you made an appointment with Professor Jean Perrin in advance, you knocked on the door at the appointed time and found the professor working at his desk.
She is a mature middle-aged woman. Although her youth has faded on the left bank of the Seine, her elegance and competence have increased with the passage of time. The little silver in her blonde hair adds to her charm.
You didn't disturb her, but sat on the sofa in the living area and waited quietly, your feet on the brown carpet, looking at the portrait of Madame Curie hanging on the solid embossed flocked wallpaper, with a Latin sentence next to it.
Carpediem, originated from the Odes by the ancient Roman poet Horace, means to live in the present and only think about today, that is, to enjoy life while you can.
You waited a while, thinking of Emma, so you asked, "Professor? I'm sorry to bother you, but I have an appointment. Could you please spare some time to help me with the file?"
Professor Jean Perrin is still busy with his work.
Later you found another opportunity to ask her again, but she still didn't respond.
Although the headquarters has sent people to inquire about your file several times, and your identity is clear, you still don't want to call it deliberate obstruction.
"Professor, please go ahead and do your work. I have some things to do at home. I'll come see you next time I have the chance. I hope you can resolve the issue of my file as soon as possible then."
You stood up and bowed to Professor Jean Perrin, then gently closed the door and turned to leave.
When you passed the corner, you bumped into a person who was walking in a hurry. The things in the other person's arms fell to the ground, and the wide-mouthed bottle of ammonium nitrate rolled half a circle on the ground.
"Sorry, sorry."
You heard a voice and looked up to see a familiar face, it was Darcyton, a former member of the chemistry team.
You wanted to help, but when he got up, he immediately swept away all the scattered things on the ground. Although he moved quickly, you still noticed the black lead, iron sheets and cans on the ground.
After he finished packing up, he left without any intention of exchanging pleasantries with you. You glanced in the direction he left and saw it was the laboratory.
…
Emma hasn't been feeling well recently, so you've been taking care of her at home for a few days and haven't gone to the University of Paris to deal with the archives.
The ration coupons issued by the headquarters were divided more strictly, into five colors: purple, red, brown, green and blue.
Purple is margarine, red is precious sugar, brown is the few meat tickets, green is the occasional drink ticket, and blue is cosmetics exclusively for women.
Today Mandy used a blue ration coupon to get a bottle of nail polish. Everyone loves beauty, not to mention that you haven't even had your 19th birthday yet, which is the right age to love beauty.
When you were in Berlin, you were constrained by the strict requirements of the Manual. When you came to Paris, you were busy taking care of Emma every day and had no time or energy to dress yourself up.
This time, Mandy brought back the nail polish, and on a whim, you sat on the living room carpet and painted your nails red. When you were done, you held up your left hand to admire it. Its fingers were like slender daytime, stained with the color of roses.
"Ina, I'm back."
This is the scene Feynman returns to see. Without removing his leather gloves, he bends down and takes your hand. Night intertwines with day, and the cold touch of your fingertips penetrates your heart. You pull your hand back.
"Brother, how is it, does it look good?"
You grabbed his right arm, trying to use it to get up from the ground. Feintz frowned immediately. He calmly moved your hand away and then picked you up.
"Yeah, it looks good."
He began to remove his leather gloves, shedding the night from his fingers, and you took his coat and hung it on the hanger.
Fiennes hadn't been home for several weeks recently. He went back to his room, changed into casual clothes, washed his hands, and went to play with Emma.
These days, you have simply tidied up the room next to the bedroom and turned it into a baby room for Emma. You even installed a bed guard around the blanket to prevent her from crawling out.
…
You raised your face, wanting him to kiss you, but his kiss abruptly ended. With a hard blow, his forehead hit your nose, and a sour feeling immediately made you want to cry.
"elder brother……"
Feinz quickly reached out and touched the bridge of your nose, his fingers moving gently and slowly. He whispered, "Ina, does it hurt?"
It hurts so much...
Unsuitable tacit understandings always appear in inappropriate situations.
"Brother, you are so annoying. I won't come anymore. I want to sleep."
His throat became dry and his voice became hoarse: “My Ina, are you really not coming?”
"Um."
You leaned on his shoulder, and he placed his hand on your waist. Under his palm was a real, steady, and conquered territory.
"Go to sleep, my darling."
…
You are at the University of Paris again.
Professor Jean Perrin sat at his desk, looking at you over the mountain of documents, and spoke in a flat and cold voice.
"Ms. Hodgkin, it's not that the Chemistry Department intentionally withheld your files. It's just that due to the University of Paris's strict confidentiality system, the college and the university are obligated to assess the potential impact of handing over the files."
When you entered school, you were still using the name of Ellen Hodgkin.
Before you could speak, Professor Jean Perrin continued, "I'd like to know why you came to the University of Paris to study chemistry."
ah?
Is this question related to you coming to collect your files? No way, to collect files you have to go through so many levels and answer questions?
Why chemistry?
You learned chemical formulas, how to balance, how to read the icons of bottles and jars, and how to get the desired results through experiments.
However, you feel that the chemistry knowledge you have learned so far has not yet entered the real world.
You look up at the portrait of Marie Curie, the first female professor ever at the University of Paris, hanging on the opposite wall.
Marie Curie's beauty lies not only in her appearance but also in her noble character. She lived a simple life, explored selflessly, and stubbornly believed that even after the pale blue fluorescence of radium merged with the heights of her wisdom, she still maintained a pure heart.
You think, you already have the answer.
“I study chemistry because I love it,” you said, sitting up straight and adding sincerely, “I admire Marie Curie the most.”
Professor Jean Perrin did not stop you this time. She stood up and shredded the file in front of you, along with all the traces of your study and life at the University of Paris.
"Ms. Hodgkin, chemistry should not be used as an executioner's tool. This is the academy's final advice to you. I hope you will not bring shame to the University of Paris."
You left the office, but before you left the college building, several teams of French police wearing knee-length dark blue shawls and tall round military caps shouted at all the students in the classroom to leave.
Your ears are filled with chaotic noises, anxious questions, loud shouts, and violent collisions. You are squeezed in the crowded crowd and are pushed and shoved.
After leaving the college building, you find that a large number of students have gathered in the square at the north gate of the University of Paris. Jonas, standing on the platform in uniform, is directing everything.
Soon, the crowd was divided into two major columns, east and west, with the Statue of Liberty in North Gate Square as the dividing line. Although more and more people chose to stand on the east side, there were still quite a few people on the west side.
You were walking east, and the girl from Paris who had insulted you as "Nazweber" passed you by. As she was walking in the opposite direction, you grabbed her hand and shook your head to stop her from going west.
She recognized you instantly, but the situation was critical, and there was no room for unnecessary arguments and slander. She looked at you with determination in her green eyes.
"My name is Marianne. If you, a woman, understand the meaning of my name, you shouldn't stop me!"
You didn't let go, still holding her hand tightly, and holding it tighter and tighter.
"No, Marianne, please don't go. We don't fight to die, we fight to live, do you understand?"
In your desperation, you actually used the pronoun "we" without noticing the loophole in your words, but it was these two words that invisibly narrowed the distance between you and Marianne.
"It's necessary," she pried your hands loose from your grasp, glancing at the huge crowd queuing to the east to sign, "someone has to step forward."
Someone needs to step up and take action to awaken those who are strangely silent, unbelievably numb, as if they were actively walking under deep water. Before consciousness is awakened, what is the meaning of life?
You try to reach out to her again, but you can only catch the ethereal cool breeze. The lake green silk cotton skirt leaves behind the last fluttering shadow, and Marianne has gone to the west.
You returned to the line alone, moved forward with the others, and when it was your turn, you signed your name.
Jonas, who was standing on the platform, also saw you. He turned around and gave a few instructions to a sergeant, then walked down the steps and invited you to have a drink at the Peace Cafe.
Because Paul didn't come with you today, and Jonas was adamant, you had no choice but to get back into his Horch convertible. Your headache was so severe that you didn't want to think about the implications of his actions anymore, just treating them as a drizzle in the darkness.
Cold and wet, but bearable.
…
[Café de la Paix, Boulevard des Capucines, Paris, 9th arrondissement]
As usual, you received the system's location prompt.
The Café de la Paix is Maupassant's favorite holy place, a frequent visitor in Henry James's writings, and the "core of world civilization" in Balzac's words.
But now it is very deserted. There are no more customers drinking coffee at the round table, and the fragrance in the air has faded. Only a male waiter is left slowly tidying up the wrinkled tablecloth. This place has completely become a civilization without people.
Jonas leaned against the wall next to the second-floor staircase, took a puff of his cigarette, and said to you through the smoke, "Mrs. Kalman, come upstairs. I have a gift for you."
Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?
"Sir, I don't need your gift. If you've called me here just to give me a gift, then I can only thank you for your kindness and leave first."
He stopped you in your tracks, “You’re going to love this.”
You cursed him in your heart, but had no choice but to go up to the second floor. The stairs were covered with carpet, and the footsteps were soft and comfortable. You went upstairs and found a young girl sitting by the window with her head lowered.
A waiter led you to her seat and told you that this was today's "gift." After you sat down opposite the girl, the waiter placed a cup of fruity Marco Polo black tea on the table.
"Hello?" You feel more and more that Jonas is mentally ill. The gift he mentioned actually refers to a girl.
The girl still lowered her head, but you saw a drop of rain falling on the cup of black coffee in front of her, and then sinking silently, breaking the seemingly peaceful fate of the coffee.
"Hello," the girl raised her head. You were a little surprised by her light blue eyes, after all, this eye color is rare. "My name is Lina Durant."
Lina? Now not only do you have the same eye color, but even your names are pronounced similarly...
"Hello, Miss Durant."
Lina spoke, getting straight to the point: "Last November, I saw a notice posted in the Saint-Germain district saying that you could get free bread at the Ritz Hotel reception, but when I got there I found out..."
Ah… that part you didn’t understand at first, the one about the age limit for women in the second half…
"Madam, I didn't realize until I got there that bread requires a price."
Consideration...
You hold the teacup, but the heat can't reach your cold hands. For a moment, you want to cover your ears.
"That night, I served an officer named Feinz von Kármán."
Hearing this name, your heart suddenly feels like it has sunk into an icy cave. Your ears suddenly start ringing, and you can no longer hear anything being said around you.
System, is everything she said true...
【Host, it’s real】
Just when you asked the system about the truthfulness of what Lina said, she took off her clothes in front of you, revealing that her whole body was covered with bruises from being violently abused.
Because there were so many purple spots, the original whiteness of the skin became a foreign object, just like scattered white flowers blooming in a purple land.
When you realize what's happening, you reach out to close the window blinds, but that's totally unnecessary because there's no one on the street outside.
"From then on, every week, I would wait for him in the room on the third floor of the Ritz Hotel..."
The girl's words were like a raging wave that knocked you onto the deck. The house blocked the rain and snow, but the carpet was wet.
The orange hanging lights, which had been unable to turn on at night due to the blackout, now flickered dimly, as if they were crying.
After you left, Jonas went upstairs.
"Have you said everything?"
When Lina saw him, she immediately stood up, took a step back, and replied timidly, with fear and anxiety in her eyes.
"Sir, I've spoken to that lady..."
Jonas bent down and gently patted Lina's face. "Good girl, when you see the people from the investigation department, you must tell the truth. Only then can I help you. Is that clear?"
Lina wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded uncontrollably.
…
"Is everything arranged?"
Feintz came out of the detention room on Foch Avenue, wiped the blood off his hands, put on his black leather gloves again, got in the car and asked Paul, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Sir, everything is arranged."
Feinz responded and turned his gaze to the outside of the car.
As the Mercedes-Benz passed the Place Vendôme and passed the Chanel store, he asked the driver, Modi, to stop.
Place Vendôme is not only a symbol of Parisian nobility, but also a fashionable Parisian residence, home to famous brands such as Cartier, Boucheron, Van Cleef & Arpels, Dior, Chanel and Guerlain.
"Do you have any perfume?" Feints looked at the glass bottles and jars on the counter in front of him, unsure of what to choose. "It would be best if it were rose scented."
The clerk was yawning when he saw an officer coming into the store, followed by armed guards. He instantly woke up and didn't dare to be negligent.
"Sir, yes, yes. Chanel No. 5, this perfume has jasmine, rose, and lily of the valley notes, which meets your requirements. Is it for..."
If you ask a little more, who else could it be except their lovers in Paris? It can't be their wives far away in Berlin.
The clerk wanted to slap himself. They valued privacy the most. The officer must not lose his temper...
"Well, sir, this perfume is very popular among women. It can be said to be irreplaceable. She will definitely like this gift."
Feinz bought the perfume, took out his wallet, paid for it, and the clerk accepted it with a smile.
…
You play with Emma in the baby room, watching her crawling around carefree on the plush blanket. She has been full of energy since she recovered from her illness, and her favorite thing is to explore everything in the room.
Children drool a lot, and Emma's saliva is flowing down from the corners of her mouth. You go over and wipe it with a tissue. The tissues in the baby's room are all used up, so you plan to go back to the bedroom to get a new one.
After returning to the bedroom, you looked at the Louis XV-style antique bed in the bedroom, thought of what Lina said to you, and coupled with the system's verification, you suddenly lost all your strength and hurriedly sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Ina, what are you doing sitting here alone? Where's Emma?"
When Feintz came back, he asked Mandy where you were. He didn't even have time to change his military coat. He came upstairs to see you with an exquisite gift box containing perfume in his hand.
You turned around, and he saw your tear-stained face and couldn't help but frown. He put the perfume on the one-legged round table beside the bedroom door and walked towards you.
"Rape"
He stopped in his tracks when he heard those three words come out of your mouth.
You looked at him with tears in your eyes, and he looked at you with a frown. The silent confrontation was like a sharp blade, cutting the veins in your heart again and again, lasting for several breaths and causing unbearable pain.
Finally, Feints spoke up.
"Yina, about what happened back then..." His words were a little confusing, as if he wanted to compromise, as if he wanted to apologize: "If you are still stubborn about what happened back then, brother..."
He was referring to how he had forced you to do so at the Château de Seneffes, our headquarters in Brussels, three years earlier.
Your tears streamed down your cheeks again, and it wasn’t just your voice that broke.
"I'm talking about Lina! Lina Durant! You... you tricked those poor Parisian women into coming to the Ritz with the notice... You... you tricked me!"
And he lied to you time and again, saying he had never been there...
Feinz's brow furrowed even more. He had no intention of discussing military policy with you, but seeing that you were emotional, he still said patiently:
"It was their choice to go to the Ritz. I just provided them with a way out."
How can he be so confident...
"Is this...is this why you treated Lina like that?!"
"That's enough," Feints said. He wasn't used to being questioned; he had always been the interrogator. "Who I treat and how I treat them is not something you can control."
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"I wish I hadn't returned to Paris and stayed in Oslo with my father. At least I wouldn't have known these disgusting things! Brother, you... you are so disgusting!"
Feinz's face darkened and his eyes turned cold. He seemed to want to say something else, but he chose to turn around and leave. Before leaving, he knocked the perfume gift box on the one-legged round table to the ground, as if to vent his anger.
The perfume bottle fell to the ground and a corner of it was broken off. The perfume that flowed out immediately evaporated from liquid into gas, instantly filling the entire room.
You didn't expect him to leave like this. The rich and fragrant aroma became the agent that separated your feet from the ground. You ran out of the bedroom door and asked him in a tearful voice: "Brother! Where are you going?"
"Soldiers' Home," Feints left without looking back.
The Soldiers' Home, the official underground courtyard of the army stationed in Paris.
Your tears hit the stair railing, and your body slid down holding the railing. Your suppressed crying made people feel sad.
“Ah… Ah…”
Emma crawled out of the nursery and, on all fours, like a tiny worm, crawled towards her mother.
“Aa ...
Dad is pronounced as Papa. Children often pronounce it unclearly when they first pronounce it, so Emma pronounced it as "Pu Pu".
“Puff…”
You look at your child with him, and your heart becomes even sadder. Emma, your Emma...
You wiped away the tears that wouldn't go away, forced yourself to stand up, and held Emma in your arms.
Emma doesn't understand why her mother is crying. She looks at you with her blue eyes, pouting her little mouth and shouting "Puff Puff".
…
The Mercedes-Benz that had been waiting outside the mansion for a long time started and drove towards Avenue de Clichy, with its destination being the Moulin Pigalle, also known as the "Soldiers' House", located between the 9th and 18th arrondissements of Paris.
In the darkness, a corner of the Sacre-Coeur, towering atop Montmartre, could still be seen. This place belonged to God. God gazed down with pity at the chaos below, but he could not intervene, because that place belonged to man.
Man is born free, yet he is constantly in chains. Overcoming animality is as difficult as overcoming divinity. Since this is impossible, one must voluntarily don a pair of luxurious shackles and indulge in the pleasure of seeking pleasure.
Inside the hall, the floor is covered with burgundy square tiles, and the giant chandelier hanging overhead is covered with a circle of dark tissue paper. The light is dim but creates a more atmospheric atmosphere.
Every woman present was wearing extremely seductive clothes, either curled up in a man's arms or waiting to be chosen.
A lieutenant was sitting on the lap of a beautiful blonde. He was forcing a bottle of Bordeaux between her lips. Just as he was about to take the next step, he caught sight of Feynman entering and quickly rubbed his eyes.
Was he seeing things? Commander von Kármán was here!
Oh no! Today isn't a day off, yet I came to the Soldiers' Home to have some fun, and was caught red-handed by my immediate superior. I'm definitely going to be punished...
The lieutenant immediately jumped off the woman's lap, straightened his clothes, stood at attention, and saluted in the direction of Feynz.
Although the sound of a single person's salute did not drown out the noisy background music, it was enough to be noticed by those who were paying attention.
When everyone present saw Feintz, they immediately did the same thing as the second lieutenant, shouting loud slogans. For a while, the sound of salutes was endless. Those who didn't know would think that some serious rally was being held here.
"The activity continues," Feintz gave the "order" to the soldiers who saluted him after raising one hand in the air.
The party became lively again.
After a while, a woman with short golden hair, heavy eye shadow and bright red lips came up in the middle of the hall.
Audrey danced, spun, and kicked with just the right amount of movement, as agile as Medusa.
Her hands gradually peeled off the black stockings on her thighs, bit by bit, step by step, until they were pulled down to her knees, calves, and ankles, and then she took them off completely and threw them away. Countless hands scrambled to grab them.
Feintz sat on the leather sofa bench opposite the center of the hall, one arm casually draped over the sofa, a cigarette between his other hands, half his body hidden in the dim light, watching the increasingly escalating performance with an expressionless face.
After the dance, Audrey squeezed through the crowd that gathered around her and set her sights on the powerful, solitary Fiennes. She took two steps at a time and quickly reached the leather chair, where she fearlessly sat down beside him.
"Sir, I'm Audrey, the queen here."
Feynz took a deep drag on the cigarette and then slowly exhaled, enjoying the brief moment of intoxication and stagnation in his mind.
Seeing that Feynman didn't react, Audrey took the cigarette from his hand while he wasn't paying attention, put it in her mouth, took a puff, and spit the cigarette in his face.
"You're very brave."
Fiennes turned sideways and began to look at Audrey, her high nose, small lips, bright eyes, golden hair, exquisite makeup, and bold dress.
Men's tools for conquering the world are tubular: pens, cigarettes, and telescopes. Now, something that belonged to men has been easily snatched away by a prostitute. It's a provocation, or perhaps more accurately, a tease.
"Sir, you can occupy me..." Ravage me, trample me.
Audrey took another puff, teasing the smoky air with her index finger and speaking hallucinogenic lip language. It seemed that they were only one point away from a perfect match.
Feyntz stood up and walked into the hall. Audrey sat on the leather chair, staring at his departing figure. She bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, and her teeth were stained with red lipstick, which she immediately wiped off with her hand.
Just when Audrey thought she had failed, Feintz turned around and asked as he unbuttoned the collar of his military uniform, "Are you scared?"
Audrey hurried to follow.
In the room, Audrey eagerly tried to get close to Fiennes, her blonde hair gleaming silver under the light. He pushed Audrey directly onto the bed, bent one of his long legs and knelt on one knee on the bed, stretched out his left hand and pressed her hands on it.
"Sir, what are you doing..."
Feintz leaned over and stroked Audrey's short hair with his right hand, which was still wearing a black leather glove, and then he took out a small, hidden blade as thin as a cicada's wing from between her blonde hair.
"The seductive queen of a soldier's home actually carries a weapon. Who is it for, huh?"
Still discovered.
Audrey lay on the bed with her green eyes open. The disguised desire in her eyes faded and turned into naked hatred.
"Let me think, Sylvester, Porta, Le Verrier, Archer... or, Darcy, Dunn"
Every time he read out a name, he would use the blade to cut a small vertical cut on Audrey's face. By the time he had finished reading out all the names, there was a long bloody scar on the right side of Audrey's face from her eyelid to her chin, and her flesh was flying.
Audrey endured the severe pain and fought back frantically, kicking her legs and screaming, "You beast, you devil, you will never die a good death!"
Paul and others who were guarding outside the door rushed in after hearing the intense noise. At this time, Feintz no longer had the idea of continuing to play with this woman, so he got out of bed and was about to leave.
Two corporals dragged Audrey off the bed, tied her arms behind her back, and made her kneel on the ground. Although Audrey's head was pushed down hard, she continued to curse.
"One day or another, God will judge you! You and your wives and children will all go to hell!"
Hearing this, Feintz, who was about to leave the room, turned around again.
He walked up to Audrey, half-knelt down, lifted her face, and pressed hard on the wound with his hands. His black leather gloves were immediately stained with blood and cheap makeup powder.
"cousin"
Audrey laughed through her tears, "Hahaha, yes, I am your cousin, the one who almost killed you..."
Before she could finish her words, Feints removed her jaw.
His voice was extremely cold. "The horse farm at Auteuil has several military horses that need to be bred. Cousin, what do you think? If a man and a horse give birth, will the offspring be a man or a horse?"
Fear finally appeared in Audrey's eyes.
Feyntz took one look at the gloves stained with blood and white powder, took them off without hesitation, and threw them on Audrey. He stood up and left, leaving half of the team to carry out his orders.
Many years later, people saw a torn diary in a French memorial, and the last page of the diary was on public display:
"This may be my last performance, but it doesn't matter. Someone will live on for me. What perishes is my dirty body, but my soul will always belong to France. Dad, Ola loves you; Mom, Ola loves you; Darcyton, my dear brother, sister loves you."
…
"Spread this news too, and see if there are any more rats that would dare to come up here."
After giving Paul his instructions, Feynman returned to the Earl's Mansion.
Emma fell asleep in the crib, but you hadn't slept all night, lying on the edge of the bed, your eyes red and swollen from crying, and your eyelids puffy.
The door was opened, and you turned your head in a trance, and saw a small piece of white powder on the front of his military uniform, which was the residue of women's cosmetics.
Tears blurred your eyes again.
A faint sigh was heard in the air.
"Why are you crying?" Feinz walked over, picked you up like a child, closed the door of the nursery, and carried you to the bedroom.
He had endured it for too long, and his movements were a little impatient. You were like an emotionless puppet, forgetting to resist and letting him manipulate you.
The fragrance in the room still lingers, frozen and silent. Amidst the swaying shadows lies an unbearable love.
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