Dawn Redemption

The car drove across the bridge over the canal.Finn looked at the surface of the canal outside the window in a daze. Maybe not long ago there were sparkling lights on it, but at this moment it was gloomy no matter how he looked at it.

It's as if stars once lived in it, and now, those stars are dead.

He really didn't have the patience to go there at a walking pace like before, and the Muller's house was still across the canal.Take the car after leaving the gate of the security department, get off the car after crossing the bridge, and you should be there in a short time.

The heart that was shattered by the sudden bad news has not yet fully recovered and pieced together.

He and Paul didn't spend too much time together, that is, the last few days when he came to Auschwitz.But this is a real person in the world, and Fein can't accept it in a short period of time. A person who was so alive suddenly disappeared and no longer exists.

He was so busy before that he couldn't even remember that Berlin still had this old friend. When he finally noticed this, he was dead.

At this time, Fein thought of Paul's jacket that was stained with motor oil and had many small pockets full of spare parts film, the spotlight that frightened him when he was taking pictures, and his always messy ginger-red curly hair, Remembering his monocle, the sly smile he had on his face when he teased himself and Noah.

How unfair this is.Those who advocate war live well in the war, but those who hate war become victims.

He resisted the sore feeling in his chest, let alone looking at the scenery outside, so he turned his gaze back to the car.

Even though it was time to get off work, there were still very few passengers.The inside of the car is the same as the world outside the car, which is the epitome of this deserted city.The momentum of rapid development in the past has passed, and now the streets are full of hungry people, looking forward to getting a little more rations distributed during the holidays.The economy is depressed, life is difficult, and now even in war, it is a situation of defeat like a mountain.

I can't see where the hope is at all, just lingering on my last breath.

In the driver's seat, driving this tram is a woman who looks to be in her 30s. From the side view, her appearance is quite beautiful.Fein was already used to this phenomenon. All young and middle-aged men, or men who were not too different from young and middle-aged men, had been forcibly conscripted into the army and went to the front to fight.As a matter of course, all the affairs in the rear are handed over to women, such as productive labor, such as driving a bus.While working hard, they looked forward to the return of their father, husband and son.

All the way from the initial frenzy, everyone has begun to feel tired.Only those at the top are still immersed in the dream of reviving this pile of ashes.

After crossing the bridge to the station, Finn got off.Walk the rest of the way, and after a while, you will arrive at the downstairs of the apartment that Muller said.He looked up, and it was just a very ordinary apartment building with a gray exterior wall, which looked rather old.I don't understand why Mueller lives in such a place with his official position and living standard.

Without thinking too much, Finn walked into the building, went up the stairs to the second floor as Mueller said, and turned left to the top door.

The door was closed tightly, as he expected.Mueller said he had the key, but pretended not to tell where the key was, and had to find it by himself.

"Always out of reach," he said, and Finn looked up.But in fact, there is nothing but the gray door plate, and there is no place to put the keys.

Looking down slowly, just in time, on the wall next to him, Finn saw a small box nailed to the wall, which should be a milk crate.

Will the key be in there?

Finn opened the lid of the milk carton, reached in and felt around.Not to mention the key, there is nothing inside, and it is full of dust.After withdrawing his hand, Finn didn't even want to look at his fingers again.

Strange, where is the key?Finn thought about it, and glanced at the milk box again.The nail is not very high, not to mention myself, even Leo's height can be easily obtained, let alone Muller's height.

etc!Fein suddenly woke up as if an electric current rushed through his mind.Since Muller is so tall, the "out of reach" is not what Fein subconsciously thought.

He looked down, and what he was stepping on was the floor mat that Mueller had placed at the door.

If he guessed correctly this time, when Muller said out of reach, he did not mean that the key was placed very high.It's just the opposite, at a very low level.

Finn squatted down and lifted a corner of the mat with two fingers. Sure enough, there was a key under the mat.

The key itself is very thin, placed under a cushion with a certain thickness, and it hardly feels strange to step on it.What's more, Fein was wearing hard and thick boots. If Muller hadn't reminded him, it would have been a waste of a trip today, and he wouldn't even be able to enter the door.

With this key, Finn easily opened the door and entered the house.

The size of the room is not too big. To put it bluntly, the decoration can even be described as shabby.

This sense of cheapness may be due to a small piece of wall dust falling off the wall, or it may be because there are too many things piled up in Muller's house, which is completely different from the neat and featureless style of his office. .Although everything has been sorted out carefully, but when all kinds of things are pushed together, it will inevitably give people a messy feeling.

He stood in the middle of the room in a daze for a while before remembering that he still had things to do.But what should we do?Fein didn't know, and even felt that he ran here because of Mueller's unclear words. All of this was a bit absurd, and standing here at this moment seemed very stupid.

Calm down and think about it, what else did Muller say?

"By the way, I don't like Nietzsche at all."

It's this sentence!It's just, why did he say Nietzsche?

Nietzsche died 40 years ago, but his teachings are still current.Because his thought contained the concept of "will to power", it was established as the spiritual basis of power politics and was widely implemented in this empire.

Many soldiers read Nietzsche, even in the trenches under fire.Much of Fein's reading was done at home as a child, but this man's work is an exception.He has seen many people have this book, and he borrowed it from others when he was reading it.

Wait, if many people have it, Muller should have it too, right?Could that be what he meant?

Finn walked quickly to the bookcase.First, he took a cursory look. The bookcases gave him the same feeling as this room, with many and messy.All kinds of books were piled together completely uncategorized. Books of poetry, pulp fiction, and essays were jumbled together. The backs of the books in various colors dazzled Finn.He also admired the person who could read all kinds of books and still be able to do a job with ease.

Nietzsche... Fein frowned, looking for books related to Nietzsche one by one.

"Here it is!" After getting dizzy with many messy titles, I finally found a dusty "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" between two strange joke books, a very popular Nietzsche's writings.

Finn let out a sigh of relief.Carefully pull out the book.Originally, he thought that there would be some new puzzles in the book, such as what sentence was on a certain page and chapter, and the next clue was hidden in the sentence, or that pulling out this book would trigger a certain mechanism.

But after taking it out, the corner of Finn's mouth twitched, feeling that he seemed to be thinking too much, because the recording disk in the book seemed too obvious.

But if Finn hadn't pulled the book out so carefully, the disc might have fallen out and broken.He didn't have time to worry about it, he took out the recording disk and put the book back, holding the recording disk and checking it repeatedly.

There is no description on it except for a small sticker with "N·S" on it.The heavy feeling in the hand makes one eager to understand the contents.

Finn turned his head, and as expected, he found a tape recorder on the cabinet next to the wall in the room.

He was a little puzzled.He has only seen things like tape recorders in the army, and he has never heard of them being used by civilians.To put it bluntly, if Mueller has the money to afford this tape recorder, he should have the opportunity to change to a better house, at least with a decent chandelier and walls that are not dusty.

It's not a way to use it like this.Finn originally wanted to find a place to sit down, but after looking around, he found that there was not even a bench in this small room.The only one who could sit on it was - Finn looked at the bed.

"Sorry." Fein muttered a few words to himself, sat down on the bed, and put the tape recorder there.

He has never used this kind of thing, but he has seen people use it, so it shouldn't be particularly difficult.He put the recording disk on it carefully, for fear of breaking it a little bit.He was also extremely cautious when tinkering with the buttons, and he didn't dare to use too much strength. The moment he finally adjusted and made the sound, he sighed with relief and began to listen to the content attentively.

After a brief noise, a strange woman's voice came out.

——Hello, hello?

There was another short noise, in which the woman seemed to say something in another direction, but it was really hard to hear.After a while she asked again:

——All right?

--Yes.Miss Snevely.

A strange male voice sounded.At least let Finn know the woman's last name.Then came Miss Snevely's voice again.

—Please sit here, we can already begin.

--thanks.

It was another man's voice, but it was no stranger to Finn.

How could it be unfamiliar.This voice is the most unforgettable one in Fein's life, Noah's voice.