Dawn Redemption

He quickly left the prison area, walked across the playground, and walked slowly up the stairs on the hill again, but this time, Fein unconsciously slowed down.

Even if it is psychologically heavy, it drags the legs so that it can't take a step, and there is a feeling that the breathing rate can't keep up if you walk a little faster.He could hear himself panting in disarray.

There is still a soldier guarding the gate.The work was too boring, seeing that there was no one around, his standing posture was no longer so straight, but after Finn appeared in sight, he still stood up straight as fast as possible.

"Sir, you can go in directly." "Yes." Fein replied, turned the doorknob and walked in lightly.

It seems that the secret conversation is not over.The servants were all busy in the kitchen, and the noise of plates clashing and cooking could be heard from a distance, and the corridor and living room where there was no one except him was a little permeatingly silent.

Being alone in a strange house as a guest made Finn feel uncomfortable.After looking at the sofas, he didn't have the nerve to sit down, so he just paced around in the living room, trying to suppress the sound of his boots stepping on the wooden floor.

He was a little bored, so he started to look at the oil paintings and decorations on the walls.In the end, he had to meet the grape-sized, cloudy eyes on the stuffed deer head.No matter how well preserved the dead thing is, there will no longer be light in the pupils, and his shadow will not be reflected.He also had no way of knowing if his eyes were already like stagnant water.

click.The sound of the door opening came from behind, and Finn turned around just in time to see Stephanie Grunthal walk in from the door.

He looked at Gyunthal a little stiffly.She must have seen Menenheim's body when she went back. If she had any doubts about that shot, how should she explain it?You can't honestly reveal that you have a relationship with a prisoner who is completely Jewish.

It's a good thing Gyunthal didn't mention that.For her, although it was a pity that the sample died suddenly, and she knew that Fein must have fired the shot, but in the concentration camp, there were too many people who casually shot to vent their anger. It is possible that after she left, the The surviving prisoners continued to pester Finn, and it would be normal for Finn to shoot at such a time.

She couldn't tell from Finn's face what mood he was in.This man's handsome face is too delicate, like a finely carved statue of a young man in ancient Rome, but his light blue eyes, which seem to be made of frost, are the same as the blank eyes of the statue, and there is no trace of exposure Emotions.

"Mr. Yannick, can you sit down first?" Gyunthel asked softly with a smile on his side.Finn nodded: "Thank you."

He walked to the sofa and sat down, and Gyunser followed him and sat on the diagonal sofa.She wanted to talk to Finn, but looked at the face that obviously didn't want to talk, and all the words she thought of were stuck in her throat.

I feel that as long as I make a sound, the atmosphere will become awkward.But she finally couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Yannick, would you like some coffee or something else?"

"Thank you, no need." The expected answer.Gyunther stopped trolling himself, closed his mouth and relaxed and leaned on the sofa, but Fein only realized after a while, as if he was too cold, he hesitated and said: "That , Squadron Captain Geyunser?" "Huh?" Geyunser, who was leaning on him boringly, suddenly sat up straight.

"You... have been following Commander Beckman?" Finn asked, "Have you been working in Dachau?"

Gyunther nodded: "Yes, my home is nearby. I heard that there was a shortage of female workers a few years ago, so I recruited here. Since then, I have been assigned to Helga... No," she concealed Cover your mouth, "It's Mr. Beckman, assist him in his work."

Finn didn't know how to reply.He felt more than once that these so-called "soldiers" who have never been on the battlefield have been working in such an environment. They don't have so much experience with real guns and ammunition, they haven't seen death with their own eyes, and they don't have the perseverance of their blood. , but they have to lightly hold the power of life and death for more people. From some aspects, they are even more dangerous.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Geyunser was about to start another topic when he heard the sound of the door of the office upstairs opening. The two of them stood up from the sofa at the same time, leaning on their heels and standing at attention.

"Sir."

Finn was eager to know what they talked about, because he had an ominous feeling the moment he saw Noah.Although he had been smiling and talking trivial things to Beckman as they descended the stairs, his eyes could not deceive anyone.Especially can't fool Finn.

Whether he is really happy, whether he is genuinely smiling, he can tell.

Those brown eyes were far less relaxed and clear than they were before they came here.At this time they are deeper and contain more complex emotions.

At this time, Noah also turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were right on him.

He had never seen Noah's expression like that.It seemed to be helpless, and for a moment the man seemed so vulnerable, as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted.However, it was only for a short moment.

Only in front of Finn.

At other times, he will always be the imperial soldier who is so strong that he will not waver in the slightest.

"Are you two chatting?" Beckman asked Finn and Gyunthel with a smile.Gyunthal nodded, and walked briskly over to stand beside Beckman, like a cat snuggling under a thick tree trunk.

"Dinner will be ready in a while, come with me to the restaurant first." Beckman's smile at this time is the smile that an ordinary enthusiastic old man should have, and it is more suitable to appear in a low farmhouse, not In a huge villa piled up with gorgeous decorations.

Gyunthel followed Beckman closely with brisk steps. When Noah was about to move, he suddenly looked back at Finn. He was standing there in a daze, as if he didn't notice that he was left behind.

"Fin?" Noah called him softly, pointing to the corridor.Only then did Finn react, and quickly followed his officer.

During dinner time, Beckman and Noah kept talking. Although Gyunthal didn't interject most of the time, he kept smiling and sometimes added something to Mr. Beckman.

Only Finn kept his head buried in his food.Even Noah was a little surprised. He obviously had lunch at a restaurant in Dachau Town, and Finn ate a lot. It might be because his hometown is in Bavaria and he has a natural preference for local tastes.

In fact, he was just so confused that he really wanted to know what Noah and Beckman were talking about.If ordinary conversations would certainly not be so mysterious, they could neither talk directly over the phone, nor allow anyone, even the adjutant who almost completely understood them from work to life to be around.

What caught his attention even more was Noah's expression.What could make him look like that?It was as if a sharp knife had avoided all his hard shells and plunged straight into the soft underbelly.

But what is his weakness?

Finn didn't know.He felt that the relationship between this man and himself couldn't be closer, but he still couldn't grasp everything about him.

He was thinking about this all over his head, and he couldn't listen to their conversation at all. It was his best choice to bury his head in eating.Even without realizing it, he took a few sips from the wine glass next to him.

Now his drinking capacity has increased a lot. When he first joined the army, it was really horrible.

He didn't understand why he always heard veterans say that after drinking, he would become more courageous, and he would not be afraid to charge forward, and even death would not be so painful.He only knew that every time he swallowed the strong liquid down his throat, the more he drank, the more depressed he became.

Was Gyunthel not at all interested in what they had to say?He was very puzzled by this woman's reaction. Looking up, she was still smiling charmingly. When Beckman's wine glass was almost empty, she always poured wine for him before the servants.

He looked at Noah with some doubts, and those brown eyes looked over at the same time.Countless times of tacit understanding, instant exchange of eyes.This time Noah's gaze was very steady, which made Finn feel a little more at ease.

In this state, it has been supported until the end of the dinner.But it will take until Beckman and Noah talk for a while, and then let Gyunthel lead them upstairs to the room that has been prepared.

Opening the door and directly entering the field of view is a big bed that is so soft that people want to jump on it, and this is the only bed.

"That's it, gentlemen. Rest well." Gyunthal smiled, making her feel more like a hotel attendant, and when Finn was fully in the room and turned on the light, she helped them lightly. Closed the door and left.

For the first time after entering the concentration camp, I enjoyed being alone without being disturbed by outsiders, and the chaotic buzzing that had been in my mind since just now also fell silent with the air.Finn looked around the room and found their suitcases in the corner.

"Go wash up first." Noah and he spread out the box and took out the toothbrush and other supplies they were carrying.

What he said made Finn choke again when he was about to ask.Next, he took off his coat and rushed to the bathroom, abused his teeth and face at a furious speed he had never been before, took a shower and changed clothes, sat on the bed and waited for Noah to come and sit next to him.

"I know what you want to ask, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long." Noah hugged his shoulders and sighed, "I'm sorry, I have to think about this matter myself. So... so I temporarily, Can't tell you yet."

He gently rubbed Finn's with his lips, but did not deepen the kiss, but left quickly, stroked his hair and pressed his head into the socket of his neck: "I will tell you, definitely Yes. Trust me... okay?"

Finn felt that Noah's hand was still trembling slightly despite his efforts to control it.He didn't know what could make Noah feel such a strong anxiety. He only knew that if he insisted on continuing to ask, it would have no effect other than increasing his psychological burden.

He said "hmm".If Noah doesn't believe it, no one in this world can make him believe it.

"Okay. Go to sleep." Finn stretched and slid down into the quilt.Noah lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then pulled back the quilt to get in.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Finn's face changed. He raised his body a little, frowned vigilantly, and pressed his fingers to his lips.

In the silence, Noah also heard it.It was a faint voice, as if it came from above, and it became clearer and clearer with the concentration of attention, very rhythmic, and very... unrestrained?

Compared with the imaginary fiery scene upstairs, the atmosphere on Noah and Finn's side was much more embarrassing.Noah blinked and said dryly: "Mr. Beckman."

Fein's gaze was still fixed on the ceiling: "And Miss Gyunthal."

silence.After a while, Noah asked, "Are you still going to sleep?"

Finn froze for a moment, then shook his head.Noah smiled softly, lifted the quilt and turned over to press Finn under him, kissed his lips tenderly, and patiently waited for him to stick out the tip of his tongue in a daze, and then sucked and sucked.

Not as calm as Noah, the breathing of the people under him was getting louder, his hands anxiously pulled his underpants down to the base of his thighs, and then groped up restlessly.Noah didn't stop him from hastily reaching into his pants, but raised his head slightly, pressed his fingers on his lips, and said in a low voice:

"Be quieter later."