Dawn Redemption

For an innumerable number of days, Finn could only handle all the work as he used to, treating himself like a machine.

Because only in this way can we get rid of many seemingly unnecessary unnecessary emotions and concentrate on handling follow-up matters for the organization.

In the "Valkyrie" plan planned by the generals of the Wehrmacht, Adolf Hitler was not killed, but was injured in the explosion.The leader Stauffenberg and others were shot that night.After their bodies were burned, their ashes were scattered randomly in field pits and sewage, according to Himmler's own instructions.

Fein heard the people present talk about the scene at that time.Colonel Claus von Stauffenberg has only one eye and one hand.That is proof that he has fought hard on the African battlefield.During the shooting, he shouted "Long live the German Reich!" before falling straight to the ground in a pool of blood.

Although he ran counter to the core power of the current ruling, he still maintained his dignity as an imperial soldier at the last moment before his death.

Thinking of this, Finn sighed.He thought of Noah again, Noah who didn't know where he was now.The same is true for Noah, who regards the honor of the empire as the highest, even higher than his own life.If he is here, if he is also involved in this matter, how will he make a decision?

Fein should know the answer, but he didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want Noah to end up like that.

If the meeting was the scene, he thought, he would rather never meet Noah.

Suddenly, he understood.He was finally able to understand why Noah insisted on sending himself to Berlin despite his own objections.He finally knew why Noah asked himself to try to forget his existence.

That's not selfishness, that's precisely Noah's selflessness.If you don't want to feel pain because of him, forgetting him may be the only way.

He couldn't even imagine how uncomfortable Noah felt when he said this sentence.

But there are some things, how can you just forget it.

Finn smiled wryly, opened the drawer, and took out a notepad.It records some trivial matters such as private accounts, the kind that basically won't look at it again after writing it.

He flipped through a few pages and took out a photo.

That was the only photo of him alone with Noah.He still remembers being very nervous by Paul when he was taking pictures, and his face was stiff when he smiled.But now it seems that the self in the photo smiles so naturally and so contentedly.He almost couldn't believe it was himself, because the self he saw in the mirror had never shown such a smile.

How wonderful it was then.Finn sighed.He really wanted to go back to that time, to go back to him again, but unfortunately, he could never go back.

He put the photos back into the notebook, clipped them, and put them in the drawer, unwilling to reminisce about the past.

He thought that by letting go of these, he would be able to spend the rest of the day in peace.

However, accidents always come unexpectedly.

Finn glanced at the personnel transfer report on the desk.During this period of time, frequent transfers have made him accustomed to it. After the failure of the "Valkyrie" coup, the SS immediately launched a bloody suppression, followed by large-scale arrests and purges.

As far as he knows, thousands of people were killed, including many senior officers and even generals of the Wehrmacht.Naturally, there are people involved in the Ministry of Security. As a result, job vacancies and personnel transfers are inevitable.

While working on these things, he also kept an eye on the lists that were cleared.Although he felt that Noah had arrived at the front several months ago and was busy fighting, the time and coup d'etat were not right.And with his personality, he shouldn't recklessly participate in such a plan.But he will only breathe a sigh of relief after confirming that his name is not on the list.

Only at this time, he saw another name on an internal document of the Ministry of Security.

The hand holding the paper shook violently, slammed the paper on the table, bent down, almost sticking the tip of his nose on the paper, just to confirm whether the line of words was what he thought or not. Just for a moment I lost my eye.

correct.

Fein trembled all over, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"That bastard..."

He slapped the table and stood up, regardless of what work he had in hand, and rushed out of the office with an angry face.

The piece of paper was also casually placed on the table by him.The lights in the office were not turned on, but the sky outside was overcast, and the very dim light could barely illuminate the table. On the piece of paper, the line of words that Fein had just seen could barely be read.

——Because of the crime of divulging state secrets and endangering national security, he was sentenced to death and has been executed.

A scrawled signature followed, perhaps just one of many.Before this line is a person's name.A name that can no longer symbolize anything in this world except for a few ink-printed characters.

—Paul Schneider.

Finn rushed down the stairs and walked through the corridor to the criminal department. Because of the busy business, there were a lot of people walking around.Fein, who was far away, saw Mueller standing at the door of his office, about to turn around and go in.

Finn rushed up like an angry lion.Before Muller could react, Fein had already approached him, grabbing his collar with both hands.

"You fucking—"

Dazed by anger, Fein suddenly realized that there were other people in the corridor, and lowered his voice, "You captured Paul Schneider? Huh?"

It never occurred to him that Muller would admit without hesitation.He nodded: "It's me, if you have anything to say, come into my office and talk about it."

Finn was still in a daze, but his fingers had already loosened.Mueller didn't bother to smooth out the folds of his collar, and opened the door of his office to let Finn in.

Finn shot him a sideways look, knowing it was really not a good idea to say such things in the hallway, and stepped into Muller's office.The layout inside seemed to be the same as before, and the pot of flowers that survived the bombing was put back on the windowsill.But he wasn't in the mood to care either.

Muller came in behind, shut the door: "Now it's okay to say—uh!"

As soon as he turned around, or before he turned around, Finn punched him hard in the profile.

"Do you know who he is? He was once the best photographer and bravest reporter in this country! How dare you... how dare you!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, he couldn't help but clenched his fist tightly and punched him again.

Only this time, the fist was caught by Mueller raising his hand.His brows were tightly furrowed, and his cheekbones were bruised from Finn's punch.Mueller pushed Fein's fist back, shook his sore hand, and said angrily, "Is that enough? What do you know?"

Fein was stunned by his questioning, and stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.From the beginning, he felt that Mueller's face was a bit fierce, and he was definitely not easy to deal with, but in retrospect, this was the first time he saw Mueller get angry, and his angry appearance really gave people a sense of deterrence.

"What do you think I can do? If I say I don't kill him, I don't have to kill him? Any one of the things found in his house is enough to kill him! Do you know how long the Gestapo has been staring at him? Do you know that he kept Do you have any photos that are detrimental to the regime? Do you know how many connections he has with anti-government underground radio stations?"

Mueller finally found an opportunity to vent out the backlog of things in his heart, pointed at Fein's chest and said like a bombardment: "How much power do you think I have? I can do whatever I want? Let me tell you , If it wasn't for that group of lunatics who were busy cleaning up the "Valkyrie" group, if it wasn't for this incident just hitting this juncture, those of you who were in charge of Auschwitz back then wouldn't be traced after these photos were discovered? Do you think You can get out of the relationship?"

Finn couldn't get a word in.Yes, Mueller hardly gets angry, and hardly let outsiders see his mood swings, but at this time he was a little hysterical, and he growled viciously while pacing impatiently: "Yes, yes, I did it!" Yes, I signed the execution of the man, and I watched him be shot, and watched him fall in a pool of blood, so what! I have done everything I can, should I be shot instead of him? "

他的眼角被揍得破了，开始渗出血珠来，只是他自己根本感觉不到似的，抬起手背随便擦了擦，继续道：“就算下了命令让我处决我的亲人我爱I can only sign that damned word! What the hell can I do!"

With a "bang", Mueller's fist hit his desk hard.

Probably for him, now only the pain can make him feel better.Fein began to feel a little sorry for the indiscriminate punch just now, and wanted to go up to persuade him, but didn't know how to speak.

After hearing the news of Paul's death, he only knew to blame blindly, but forgot that Mueller was only doing things in accordance with the usual order of this country, and was just obeying.And on this point, he, Fern Yannick, who has been in Auschwitz for so long, can only be said to be worse than worse.

It's just that the relatives of the victims, their family and friends didn't have the opportunity to rush to Fein and punch him.

In front of him, Mueller's back trembled slightly, as if all his muscles were convulsing, probably enduring something.I can't see his positive expression, and I don't know what emotion he is.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Finn turned his head to look, and it was only at this moment that Muller turned his head and looked at the closed door.

The people outside knocked two or three times in a row, but both of them were still in a daze and did not open the door.The man asked, "Mr. Muller, are you there?"

The tone should be that of Mueller's colleagues.Fein turned his head to look at Mueller with a questioning look, but saw Mueller turned around, did not go to open the door but approached Fein, and said in a low and fast voice that only the two of them could hear: "Listen Look at Finn, I want you to find something. Use it as soon as you find it, don’t take it away, let me handle it.”

"Wait..." Fein hadn't reacted yet, and Muller didn't give him the slightest chance to interrupt.Because the people outside the door seemed to have heard their conversation, and said through the door: "Mr. Mueller, are you there? Then I came in?"

Muller's anger still hasn't dissipated, he just held back, and there is still a bit of gnashing of teeth in his words: "My house is the one on the left side of the second floor of the apartment at No. 26 Gentina Street. I have a key, but I often can't reach it. arrive……"

The door opened with a soft sound.The people outside poked their heads in first.Fein has some impressions of this person. That person seemed to be with Mueller when he went drinking with them.

But judging from Mueller's face, it seems that he really doesn't want to see him at this time.He turned his head to Finn and said, "By the way, I don't like Nietzsche at all."

Finn was at a loss, feeling like Mueller was drunk, and said a bunch of things in a mess, but he didn't explain anything clearly.

He still wanted to ask more clearly, but Mueller had already talked to the colleague who came in, didn't give Fein a chance to ask, and even used gestures to tell him to leave quickly.

Finn knew that it was useless for him to stay here any longer.Mueller won't tell him anything more, and it looks like he doesn't want a third person to know about it.

So is he on his side?What exactly is he going to find by himself?Finn nodded to Muller, walked out of his office quickly, closed the door, pressed his fist to his lips and thought about it, but had no clue at all.

Now all I know is that no matter whether this is a bureau or not, we can only go to his house as Mueller said.Although he didn't know what it was that Muller made such a mystery to find by himself, and he didn't know what it had to do with a philosopher who had been dead for decades.