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Walking around the magnificent lobby of the Dorsett Winfeetham Hotel, during non-meal hours, there are only a few waiters in the attached restaurant doing chores. Justin walks from the dance floor to the right, in the middle of the dark and lonely corridor, Justin came across a lone figure, Mrs. Fred wrapped in brown fur, holding a slender lady's cigarette between her fingers.

"Hi, Justin."

Mrs. Fred smiled and kissed him.

"Look at how this box is. I will talk to Lieutenant Siris here later. This wall is actually made of plastic foam and is not soundproof. You can listen to it next door and be careful not to make any noise. Just fine."

said, Mrs. Fred took a few deep drags on her cigarette.Taking the opportunity of the Tannweg Piano Fair, Justin learned that Wolfgang and Mrs. Fred were distant relatives. When Justin found Mrs. Fred and asked her to come forward, Mrs. Fred agreed without hesitation.

"This pot of tea is freshly brewed."

Justin declined and said, "It's okay, I'll just sit quietly, Mrs. Fred, please."

The eyes were half grateful, half pleading, and Mrs. Fred could see clearly.

After taking his seat, Franz still looked around. There was a dessert cake with icing on the table, and he rolled it up and put it in his mouth.

Mrs. Fred was a little nervous, but she still pretended to be generous and said: "At this time, I only asked the kitchen to prepare some snacks and tea."

"It's okay, I've eaten. For the once-a-week rest day, my wife prepared roast sausage, fish soup and apple pie. There's no reason to refuse."

Mrs. Fred smiled, pondered, and said, "I'm worried about my cousin, Lieutenant Sirius."

"Wolfgang Johann Iser, is that the name?"

"Yes, how is he now, is everything all right?"

"There are two ways to deal with it, ma'am. The first is castration, and the second is correction. A piece of bare rock the size of a football field is piled up with stones weighing about five to ten kilograms. All these prisoners need to do is put the stones Moving from left to right, right back to left, and so on, from morning to night, day after day.”

Speaking of this, Franz wiped off the icing on his fingers, tapped his temples, and said, "There is a problem here. There is such a saying—"The perversion of sexual instinct is first the decline of the body and mind, followed by the genetic degeneration.' The point is not castration, which will lead to a decline in the fertility of the Aryan people, but such behavior must be corrected, repetitive long hours of overloaded labor can effectively empty the brain and ensure that they have no time to think about wrong things."

After speaking seriously, Franz then laughed and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter, you can say whatever you want, and who cares, Ma'am. This is just a job, and you can do some responsibilities to get a salary that is not too high or too low." That's all. As for your cousin, it's almost like that..."

Pursing her lips, Mrs. Fred lifted a magnesium-aluminum alloy box from the side.

"Please look at this."

Franz glanced at it, and saw that after it was opened, ten gold bars each with a net weight of 20 ounces were placed neatly inside.

"This is only one-third, it is considered as a meeting gift, and I will deliver it to your residence in full after the matter is completed."

"Ma'am." Franz smiled and said, "For your sake, I'm going on this trip. As for bringing people out, I really don't have the ability to do so now that the wind is raging and the waves are high."

"What do you mean?"

"Wait, wait for the right time." Franz picked up a gold bar, weighed it a little, the color of gold is dazzling, never tired of seeing it, and said: "However, one thing is certain, some people in the concentration camp suffered from cold sores, Some people are exhausted and starving, while others don't."

The sound of chair legs rubbing against the floor came from the other side of the box, and Franz got up to say goodbye.

Hearing that the two were getting farther and farther away, Justin came to the casement, and through the cracks in the curtains, he saw that the first snow had fallen in Hamburg City, wrapped in the drizzle, falling one after another, pinch after pinch. , softly clinging to the edge of the window.

Mrs. Fred opened a black umbrella and escorted Franz into the car, then stood there blankly. After a while, she turned the head of the umbrella slightly. Justin saw her lighting a cigarette, staring at the falling snow on her feet, leisurely Eat and enjoy the aroma of smoke.

"Sorry, I made my own claim, and he took all the gold bars. After all, he said that."

"Thank you, Mrs. Fred."

"I'm ashamed, I can't do anything. I don't know how Wolfgang is doing now? After listening to Franz's description, I'm very worried about him."

"Yes, me too."

After a pause, Mrs. Fred looked at Justin who was sitting on the armchair with an unusually calm expression, and said, "It's hard to imagine that as a friend, you are willing to do this for Wolfgang."

A little moved, at the end Justin said: "No, we are not just friends."

At the end of the summer of [-], in the dim banquet hall, the piano music played in the distance, and the eyes of all the guests converged on the center of the stage. Justin took a sip of wine and stood a little lonely in the corner of the venue. Felix It took some time to be sure that he had not identified the wrong person.

After crossing nearly half of the venue, it happened that the waiter passed by and picked up a glass of red wine.

"You look better."

After clinking glasses and exchanging greetings, the two listened to the performance. After the song was over, the female pianist stood up and saluted amidst the applause. Felix put down the wine glass and clapped his hands. He approached the person next to him and asked, "Is everything going well? I mean Wolf Gon, is he okay?"

Justin shook his head.

Felix frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Frantz only promised preferential treatment, and was unwilling to let him go."

"Damn it, you gave him gold?"

"It's been given twice, and he's still hinting."

"Let's talk somewhere else."

The backyard of the banquet hall is full of lush vegetation, which contrasts with the bustling home court, and is a suitable place for private conversations.

Justin briefly described the ins and outs of the matter, Franz listened, and said: "I should remind you early, Franz has always acted like this, he is very good at creating the illusion that he intends to help, but the timing is not good enough. Mature. But in fact, until the critical step, I don't know if he is fooling people."

"Frantz interviewed Mrs. Fred a week ago and made another request."

"Did you promise?"

Justin shook his head and said, "It's not up to me this time, Franz is interested in a piece of land, and the owner is a relative of Mrs. Fred. He hopes that Mrs. Fred can help lobby and negotiate a price. "

After a brief silence, Felix stared at the moths fluttering in the lampshade, and said, "Are you going to be blackmailed by him forever?"

"If Wolfgang can be brought out of the concentration camp, Mrs. Fred promises to do it to his satisfaction, provided that she wants someone first."

"How did Franz come back?"

"He said there would be a day, but it was imminent, and he didn't want Mike to sell the land to someone else. Mrs. Fred is still thinking about it. He brought people out, didn't he?"

"That's right, but Justin, if he continues to procrastinate, you should consider other options."