Dawn Redemption

After finally tidying up the apartment and putting all the clothes and daily necessities he brought in place, Finn relaxed and sat on the bed to rest.

It was obviously just some ordinary housework, but in retrospect, I didn't do anything, probably just folding clothes, cleaning the room, and putting things away. When I sat on the bed, I felt so tired that my back ached.

He felt that this was dangerous, and once again suspected that it was because he was far away from the high-intensity training of the army that his physical functions deteriorated so quickly.

Finn moved his joints, thumped his shoulders, and looked around his new residence again.Knowing that it was arranged by Noah's trustees, it is very Noah's style.The decoration of the apartment is relatively simple, without any complicated extras, but all the facilities needed for life are readily available, and there is a separate bathroom with a shower inside.

Before the work was done, he took off his coat, shook it, and laid it flat on the bed.Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he touched the two pockets on his chest, and slowly took out a note folded into a small square from the pocket.

He slowly unfolded the note, and there were only two lines of writing on it.The first line is an address: Reiterstrasse 14, Berlin.

The following line also has only a very simple sentence: wait until everything is over.

It didn't seem to make any sense, and Finn's thoughts flashed back to the scene when he left Auschwitz. When Noah put the note into his pocket, he said softly:

"If it really comes to the day when all this ends, wait for me."

Finn thought, he should know where that address is.

It's just a short line, and the handwriting is not neat. It feels like it was written in a hurry.But in Fein's eyes, it is a promise that is heavier than life. Compared with kneeling in a church or exchanging rings, it is more qualitative and practical.

Finn thought for a while, refolded the note and placed it on the bedside, paused when his hand just left, picked it up again, opened the drawer of the bedside table and threw it in.

He doesn't need to take it out and watch it over and over again.With just a glance, the address of No. 14 Ritter Street has been clearly imprinted in my mind like an imprint, and I will never forget it in my life.

Since Noah said that and left a message to emphasize, there is no need to go there in advance.What he has to do now seems extremely clear and clear, that is, to do his job well, and then protect himself, and the rest is to wait, wait for that day to come, and wait for this to end.

Finn sighed, not forgetting that he still had something to do, and put the matter of the note behind him.He took out a paper packet from his pocket, opened it, and there were two new collar pins inside.

He stood up, found a pair of scissors and a needle and thread, went back to sit down, and put the clothes on his lap.Now he needs to remove the old skull badge belonging to the concentration camp guards, as well as the armband with "Auschwitz" written on it, and then sew a new one on.

Needlework is really tricky for him, and what he has mastered is limited to mending socks and so on, but now he is unfamiliar with the place and can't find anyone to help him, so he has to do it himself.Fortunately, he doesn't need to sew very beautifully, no matter how blindly he sews, he just needs to get it up.

Facing the challenge, Fern cheered himself up and picked up the scissors first to remove the old ones.

He looked at the skull embroidered with silver and white thread on the collar badge, and suddenly a real, pale skull flashed in front of his eyes, not just one, but a pile of white flowers, and the former self seemed to be standing on top of these skulls .

Finn gasped for breath, and immediately swung the scissors to cut off the thread that sewed the collar patch, then threw the collar patch aside, then cut off the sleeve with the name of the place he knew and hated, and threw it aside again.While finishing this vent-like work, he muttered to himself viciously:

"Goodbye. Go away."

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After sewing, Finn glanced at his watch.There are still 05 minutes until the 30:10 agreed with Muller. It should be about the same time to pack up and get ready.He doesn't like to let others wait for him, and he doesn't like to go to the appointment after the appointed time. He would rather arrive at the place ahead of time and wait dryly at the appointed place.

He hesitated for a while, about whether to change into casual clothes before going, but finally gave up.

The relationship with Mueller is not considered acquaintance, that is, the relationship of saying a few more words.Instinctively, that person was not easy to deal with, and besides being close to him, he was puzzled by his motives when he asked Finn, who had just arrived, to have dinner with him.Having dinner together this time, it is also a good opportunity to test him out. Even if you still can't show your cards and talk, at least find out the details of the other party.

Maybe the other party thinks so too.So no matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a very cordial meeting, just treat it as a work-related entertainment.

Thinking of this, Finn put on the military uniform he had just sewn and tied his belt.After checking the wallet and keys, I turned off the lights and locked the door before going downstairs.

There was more than enough time, but he still walked quickly.Especially when there is no one around to follow, there is no need to worry about other people, Finn's pace has never been slow.When he arrived at the gate of the Security Bureau, Fein was relieved to see that there was no one else except the guards, and stood there waiting for Mueller to get off work.

The timing was quite accurate, and it didn't take long for people to come out of the building one after another, and Muller was one of them.There was no extra words in the meeting, Mueller shook his head: "Let's go." Fein followed immediately.

Muller, besides walking as fast as ever, seems to be much more leisurely after get off work. He occasionally meets acquaintances along the road and reaches out to say hello to them.Fein watched from behind, and suddenly felt that this person was not as difficult to get along with as he had preconceived before. The main reason was that he looked a bit fierce, and coupled with the subsidiary condition of the criminal department, it gave people that first impression.

"It's a pity. If you drink, the tavern over there is really nice." Muller nodded his chin to the side, and then shrugged his shoulders to express regret, "It turns out that after work, I like to go there with my friends Have a drink. There are some waitress chicks, which are quite interesting."

"Hmm..." Fein just wanted to express a little interest politely, but he swallowed back the last half of the sentence.Mueller didn't care. Whenever he passed a restaurant on the way, he would comment more or less, and Fein was confused.He knew that Muller should have been here for many years, but he didn't expect him to be so familiar with it, as if he had swept all the restaurants in Berlin, large and small.

Finally, Fein couldn't hold back, pretending to ask casually: "Mr. Muller, how do you know so much about these things?"

"Just call me Lucas." He froze for a moment, then smiled, but the smile didn't soften the edges and corners of his face a bit.

If Finn hadn't asked, Muller would have never noticed this, and the casual comment just now was also unintentional, and this question made him react.He looked up at the sky, probably recalling something, and it took him a while to arrive: "It turns out that there are friends... who like to find restaurants outside to eat together, and they go there more often after a long time."

Finn nodded, but Muller quickly replied from the memory: "Here we are, right here."

Finn looked up and was a little dumbfounded for a moment.This restaurant has a relatively fresh Baroque style, which is very lively among a group of rigorous buildings, and also has very distinctive regional characteristics.

Bavaria, Bavaria again.Finn couldn't help but wonder if it was because his hometown should have been in Bavaria but he had never been there, so that God arranged for him to make up for it now, which is a bit too much.

But these are all things he is thinking about in his heart, and he still has to look interested on the surface.The waiters also wear distinctive shirts and short leather pants. Although the style of the whole store is not too high, there are also musicians playing zither and singing cheerful folk songs.In this way, the store that is not too big looks very lively, but it will not make people feel noisy and irritable.

It was time for dinner, and there were many customers, and the two of them didn't have a reservation, so they couldn't sit at a separate table, so they had to sit at the long table in the middle that could seat more than a dozen people.Finn was not picky about his food, so he ordered a few signature dishes at random. Mu Le was so familiar with it that he didn't even need to look at the menu, and went directly to the waiter for a few words.Fein overheard it, and secretly felt that he really had an amazing appetite. He had only met one person who could eat so much in one meal, not necessarily more than Mu Le.

After the waiter recorded his departure, Finn noticed that Mueller's eyes followed her.He thought that Mueller had noticed something dirty on the back of her apron, but when he found out that was not the case, he decided to pretend that he didn't see anything.

Mueller said, "Say something?"

"Okay." Finn knew he would speak first, "What do you want to say?"

"Are you from Auschwitz?"

As soon as Mueller's question was uttered, Fein's muscles tensed up, his palms became cold, and he raised his vigilance: "How do you know?"

I just reported to the National Security Bureau today, and the files were handed over directly to the archives department. Without anyone else's hands, it is impossible for him to know his resume!He was so close when we first met, and now he tells his background so expressionlessly, what is his purpose?Who is he?

Compared with Fein's momentary turmoil, Muller seemed very relaxed.Just at this time, the waiter brought over a pitcher of dark beer he ordered. Mu Le took a big sip, turned his head to look at Fein and said, "Because of the look in your eyes."

Fein frowned to express his puzzlement, and Mueller explained lightly: "I know people who are also there with you. I may not notice it myself, but people who come out of there will have something different in their eyes." After he finished speaking, he took another sip of wine, "That's what happened."

Hearing what he said so mysteriously, Finn could only nod doubtfully.Every morning and evening when he looked in the mirror, he didn't notice anything different in his eyes.But that experience, that experience of almost walking through hell, is indeed unforgettable for him, and it will undoubtedly have an impact on the rest of his life.

Muller didn't say much either. After the dishes were served, he looked like he was starving.But based on the aroma, Fein felt that the food here was really good, so he didn't have any scruples, so he let go of his appetite and ate it.The steak was cooked just right, which made him feel a little happier, and he temporarily put the messy things that he had thought of before in the back of his mind.

"Actually, you don't have to be nervous." Mueller said suddenly. When Finn looked up and found that he had basically finished eating, he relaxed on the back of his chair and drank his beer. , Are you afraid that I'm taking this opportunity of dinner to trick you?"

Finn was taken aback, he guessed what he was thinking.But he didn't nod or deny it. He just listened to Mueller and continued: "Don't worry. I'm in the criminal department, not the Gestapo, and I don't like to play intelligence warfare. Finding you is just to communicate with colleagues. Nothing else. If you don't believe it, forget it, after all, at this moment—”

He may have realized that his voice was too loud, put the beer glass back on the table, stood up and left the chair, put his arms on the table and lowered his voice: "At this time, life-saving is the most important thing. Everything can be placed in a secondary position. From this point of view, I should be on the same front as you. Think about it, I will pay the bill."

Finn stared into his grey-green eyes and couldn't tell if he was lying or not, and he was sure there was a lot Muller didn't tell him.Seeing Mueller get up, he also stood up quickly.

"What's the matter? Just count me as a treat." Mueller said.Fein waved his hand: "Mr. Muller, let me come. I'm new here, so I have to ask you if I don't understand anything in the future."

Hearing that Finn still used his surname to refer to himself, Mueller raised his eyebrows, but he didn't bother with the issue any more. He spread his hands and said, "Okay, everyone pays their own." He put the money he took out into Go back halfway and give it to the waiter.

He didn't insist, which made Fein feel a little better about him, at least they didn't get along with bureaucrats.But maybe it is not impossible to use this method to lower your vigilance.

Defenses can not do without.Without a word, Finn took out his wallet and paid for his share of the meal.When they left the door, they found that they were going in a different direction from Mu Le's home, so they said goodbye at the door and went their separate ways.

fair enough.Fein thought, this kind of words just gave him an entry point to integrate into the new life faster.

He was walking by the side of the road alone, looking at the sky, if it was a little darker, the street lights should be turned on.That shadow will always follow him, and it will never disappear, which means that there will be no place where there is no darkness.But there is light on the other side of that darkness, and no place is endless shadow.Light will always penetrate darkness, just like now, even if there is only a faint ray, it can illuminate the way ahead of him.