Dawn Redemption

Fein was sitting in front of the new desk, his breathing was still short, and he couldn't completely calm down.

In any case, he couldn't easily forget what happened just now, even though he had already taken a deep breath on the way back.

The personnel files have all been transferred to the temporary office. It stands to reason that today's tasks have been completed. Those who have been busy all day sorting out and moving things have already left work and returned home early, and Finn is still sitting here.

There was no one waiting for him in an apartment that didn't seem like it could be called "home" anyway.It was not time for dinner, even if he left, he didn't have the slightest idea where to go.He was sitting here, just wanting to rest and calm down.

He thought about everything he had experienced at noon. Although it had passed, the thought of it was still so close that it made him break out in a cold sweat.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing this cold, almost questioning tone, he couldn't stop rummaging for a while, but turned around reflexively in shock, and saw the tall figure standing at the door, which was Mu Le.

He walked in and walked up to Finn.The aisle where the two stood in the middle of the bookcase was extremely narrow, which made the atmosphere extremely tense.Finn slowly pushed the drawer back, and Muller glanced down following the sound of the drawer closing.

Finn is not good at dealing with emergencies, because he is prone to nervousness. Whenever something unexpected happens, his mind will go blank, his whole body will be cold, and he can't think of a solution at all, such as now.

Muller was already tall and tall, and standing in front of him almost blocked the light from the corridor.He frowned slightly. Between the dimly lit filing cabinets, the shadows around his eyes became deeper, and the gray-green eyes were even less emotional.

Seeing that Fein didn't answer for a long time, he said "Huh?" again, urging him to get an answer.Finn tried to invent an answer to hide it from him, but couldn't think of what to say.The only thing he knew was that he couldn't tell his real purpose. If he was caught, it would be his own carelessness, but no matter what, Noah couldn't be involved.

"Looking for something." Finn said quickly.Because only when you speak fast, you will not stumble.

Mueller raised his eyebrows, his expression was unfathomable, and he really wanted Finn to punch him in the face. It would be better if he was knocked unconscious so that he could escape directly.He always felt that Mueller knew something. Had he already guessed that he was looking for evidence that another person might be accused of "disloyalty"?

Anyway, they have been discovered, Finn suppressed his trembling and straightened his neck and said, "What's wrong?"

Mueller did not answer, just at this moment, footsteps and voices sounded in the corridor.The two subconsciously glanced at the door at the same time.The sound still felt far away, but the empty corridor echoed very clearly.The voice gradually became louder, and it was coming towards this side.

Fein really panicked now, his palms were so sweaty and slippery that he could hardly make a fist.Even in November, in the chilly archive room, he felt that his body was surrounded by cold and almost frozen into ice.

Hearing the conversation of people outside and the sound of footsteps getting closer, Finn had already turned the corner of the corridor and was about to pass the door of the room. Finn gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in despair, but heard a bang.

He opened his eyes and saw Mueller leaning casually to the right on the cabinet, putting his hands in his pockets leisurely, his tall stature almost completely blocked himself.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" Mueller raised his eyebrows. Finn was stunned for a while, seeing Mueller blinking vigorously. Although he couldn't figure it out, he still followed his words:

"I think the last one was pretty good."

"Okay, then you can go again, just because I miss the taste of that house a little bit."

At this moment, two people outside passed by the door of the file room, over Muller's shoulder, Finn saw that they just glanced inside, and then continued their conversation, passing by, did not have much impact on the conversation here interest.

Finn breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the sound of boots on the floor getting farther and farther away.But when he turned his eyes back and met Mueller, he regained his previous vigilance.

Mueller didn't speak any more, but kept blinking at him, which made Finn unable to understand.

He pouted towards the filing cabinet he was leaning against, until he saw that Fern was still standing there like a stone statue, and finally raised his hand impatiently and pointed to the cabinet next to him.

Fein felt a "thump" in his heart, this time it was not because of nervousness, but because of surprise.He looked into Mueller's eyes, and carefully stretched his hand to the next drawer he found just now...

"Huh—" Fein, who was sitting in front of the desk, raised his hands and stretched, stretching his whole body to the limit.After relaxing, the body relaxed a lot, and it was no longer as tense as before.

He looked out the window and felt that it was time to go too.Even if the city had to regain its vitality after experiencing such a big blow, there was no need for him to continue to be depressed.

Finn slipped the keys to the new office into a keychain so that a single key wouldn't end up being lost.After packing up the wallet, keys and other necessary things, he took a little look, stood up and turned off the lights, locked the door, and left this temporary office that he was not used to, but he didn't know how long he would stay here.

And the letter that was covered in Noah's handwriting, stating that he would rather continue to stay on the front line to participate in the battle than to intervene in the genocide in the concentration camp, has been safely lying in the locked drawer under Finn's desk. up.

After moving here, Fein's office was changed to the first floor, which is much more convenient.Because it is only a temporary place, this small building is not as beautiful as the former SS Security Department, and it looks like an ordinary building.If it weren't for the sudden increase of many armed guards at the door, passers-by would not have thought that this is the most secret and core intelligence agency of the Third Reich.

He slowed down and walked slowly towards the apartment. It was still a long time before dinner time, and since he ate lunch late, he had no intention of going to dinner at all.

Even freed from suspicion, Finn wasn't in a good mood.

This bombing should be a very serious incident. At this juncture of the turning point of the situation, the place under attack is the capital of a country. It can be seen from the printing volume of the newspaper, the layout of the report, and the size of the font on the front page. come out.Of course, he, who had witnessed all this with his own eyes, did not need to reawaken his inner shock in front of the large pictures in the newspaper.

He cares more and will always care about Noah.

Noah reads newspapers every day, and the habit of subscribing to newspapers was developed when he stayed with him.So what happened, he couldn't possibly not know.

The phone room down the hallway was part of what was unfortunately blown down.At the most conservative estimate, the phone may have been smashed to pieces by the collapsed ruins.So Fein didn't know if he would anxiously call the unreachable phone number after seeing the news and knowing that the Ministry of Security had been attacked by air.

He didn't know whether Noah's worries were equal to his own worries.

He really missed Noah.

Hope this kind of days can end soon, he doesn't want to live such a life of fear again.

Finn turned a corner, and suddenly saw a few figures on the street in front of him. The others couldn't recognize them, but Mu Le's height, which stood out from everyone else, was obvious at a glance.

Several people were talking and laughing, but Finn hesitated for a moment, and went up to Mueller to say hello.

"That..." Finn scratched his hair and whispered, "Thank you."

Mueller just raised his eyebrows with a puzzled look on his face: "Thank me? Thank me for what? What's wrong?"

Fein was stunned and didn't know how to continue, so he heard Mu Le say again: "I'm exhausted these two days, let's go drink, do you want to go too?"

The rest of the group with Müller looked at him too, and Finn lowered his eyes, thinking for a moment.He usually doesn't take the initiative to drink, but now, he prefers to get drunk outside of reality.Even for a moment, he felt tired, wanted to rest, and wanted to forget something.

Finn raised his head: "Go."

The sound of clinking glasses in all directions, connected

The bustle of the tavern was kept out of him.

Glowing old glass.

Thick white foam rises.

Tiny air bubbles floated up inside.

Then, the whole person is completely immersed in it, and can no longer remember everything that happened before.

Trance.

Head groggy.

He touched his forehead and eyes, and slowly opened them.

My eyes were blurry, and I couldn't see anything.Confused, he rubbed his eyes vigorously again, but he remained the same.

It took him a while to remember that this was what the foggy station looked like that morning.The train hadn't come yet, there were no lights and whistles, and the only clear track in front of my eyes finally extended into the thick fog.

"Fin."

What seems to be clearer than this call is the whistle of the train that seems to be absent in the distance.

He didn't turn his head.He didn't want to agree.He just wanted to hear the voice, to hear him call his name over and over again.

However, the body seems out of control.Just before the person behind him opened his lips and yelled a second time, he turned around abruptly and grabbed the hand he extended.

He let gravity bring his body down and fell into the arms of the man.

It was so real, exactly as he remembered it.Whether it's the growing stubble on his chin or the smell of tobacco on him.

Before he bent down, he raised his head and leaned forward.

He had never kissed him so boldly before.Don't worry about anything, don't worry about anything.

None of this is true, though.

Fein sat up abruptly from the bed, the sky was getting brighter, and there were wisps of gleam from the closed curtains.

The hangover still lingered in my head, so heavy I could hardly lift it.When and how he got home yesterday, he couldn't remember clearly, all he could recall was that fragmentary dream.

After calming down, I found that my hand was still stretched forward, fingers spread out, as if to grab something, but there was nothing in front of me.

He slowly retracted his hand, clenched it tightly, and placed it on his chest.

"I'm waiting for you."