father - home

"Yu said that autumn is the most beautiful season of the year."

"gorgeous."

"Marty, can you do me a favor? Can you tell me the color of the leaves? And the color of the houses and the flowers."

"The roof of the house is brown, and the cloister is painted a pale orange."

"A faint orange, a very comfortable color, very warm, which is quite rare, because it is a nursing home?"

"It should be...those ginkgo trees..."

"I know, in late autumn, the leaves of the ginkgo tree are golden. Think about how beautiful it is, and it bears many ginkgo fruits."

"Really, a lot of fruit."

"Ginkgo is a good thing, you should eat it often, a few per day."

"Didn't it say that the ginkgo fruit is poisonous?"

"It's a three-point poison. You are a doctor and you don't know that? Eating ginkgo fruit regularly is definitely good for your heart. It can't be too much, just a few pills a day."

"it is good."

"Remember, I want to eat by myself."

"Ok."

Zhao's expression darkened suddenly, and he sighed softly.

"what happened?"

"That's impossible."

"What's impossible?"

"You don't think about eating by yourself, unless someone prepares it and tells you."

I want to say that there is no need at all, and it is meaningless to live alone.But I dare not say it, because I am afraid that if I say it, he will get angry and won't come again.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao forgot about the ginkgo, ran to a lush apple tree, climbed up the trunk in twos and twos, reached out and picked two big and red apples, jumped down lightly, and came back to me. "You smell it."

"good smell."

"So, you don't need to look at the fruit, you can tell by smelling it. Only ripe ones will be fragrant, red and sweet."

The apple is crunchy and sweet, and as I chew slowly, I notice a fiery red flower.

Zhao followed my line of sight. "That flower... is fiery red?"

"It's fiery red."

"It's so strange, fiery red, coquettish, and a bit bleak."

"So, its scientific name is Lycoris, but people call it Bianhua."

I was so absorbed in my date with Zhao that I didn't notice anyone approaching, so I was really taken aback when Schulenburg's face suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Looks good, much better than last time."

I ignored him, didn't need to hide my anger, my disgust, my fear, because it didn't matter, it didn't matter.I had fantasies about the man in front of me, but it turned out that I was wrong again.

Anders Schulz's bullet hit my lung and stayed within two centimeters of my heart.The operation was successful, but due to the delay in rescue and excessive blood loss, I had a series of serious complications after the operation, including lung infection, pleurisy, arrhythmia, and finally respiratory failure and heart failure.When my life was dying, Schulenburg made an exception and invited Professor Bernstein from Berlin to treat me.

Professor Bernstein is a famous cardiologist and a good friend of Professor Hubertus Straghold. Of course, he also knows me. It stands to reason that Schulenburg should know all this. He cannot and should not invite The professor came, but he asked.

"At first I was grateful to him," said Professor Bernstein indignantly. "I thought he invited me here to save you. I didn't expect that he was just here to get a confession, and he was so anxious that he didn't care about your life or death. Do you know? It was he who ordered you to use Pervitin injection. "

Pervitin injection is a powerful hallucinogen, which was used in the interrogation of prisoners by the Gestapo. It can make prisoners have hallucinations, lose their will, and know everything about the interrogator's questions.

"That's not okay, you were just awake and very weak. 'He's going to die!' I yelled at him. But guess what? The guy just said, 'Isn't there you?'" said Arriving here, the old professor was filled with righteous indignation, his gray beard trembling with anger.

Professor Bernstein is bold by nature, optimistic and straightforward, and has every reason to be proud of his superb medical skills. He couldn't help showing off in front of me, a fellow patient.As it happened, if Schulenburg used Pervitin injection on me without the escort of Professor Bernstein, he would only get a corpse instead of the confession he wanted.That would be great.

The professor probably didn't think about the consequences of his casual remarks. These things should not be told to the patients in the current situation, nor should they be leaked to the outside world at will.I was stimulated and, though not life-threatening again, became more demoralized.I finally realized that I am an enemy of the country that has committed treason. Mother, Dean Catherine, Anton, Verma and her husband, even her in-laws, they will all be convicted because of me, thrown into prison, and put into concentration camps.What about that kid?Jade's child?Did I say anything else, Kristen, Natalie, Moonset?Will the Gestapo follow through and catch Natalie's parents?The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had sinned deeply, and I lost the will to overcome the injury and the courage to live.Soon, Professor Bernstein was sent back to Berlin, and I was sent here.

I recovered slowly, in a daze, as the days shortened and the leaves turned golden.Time is meaningless to me, and neither is where I am.I don't talk to people, don't care about my surroundings, like a walking dead, depressed and listless.It was an SS sanatorium, I don't know its geographical location.The patients are all SS, as are the doctors and nurses, and I am also an SS, but I am a prisoner.The attitude of the doctors and nurses towards me is obviously different from that of other patients. They are indifferent, guarded, and keep their distance. They never say a word.No one came to see me, except Schulenburg, not many, only two or three times.Each time the time is very short, we do not talk, I just ignore him, and he, the doctor will tell him everything about me, see me just to say hello.

I thought it was the same this time, if he stayed in silence for a while, he would leave if he felt bored, but...

He pushed the wheelchair to a bench, put down his briefcase, took off his windbreaker and hat, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead.His face was a little red, and he seemed to be running out of heat. "I have good news for you."

He took a cigarette case from his pocket.My eyes are drawn uncontrollably.He put the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and just about to light the lighter, he realized that I was looking at him, so he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and then realized that I was not looking at him, but the cigarette at the corner of his mouth.He froze for a moment, apologetic, and depressed, took down the cigarette, and put it back in his pocket along with the lighter.

I looked back and remained silent.

"I'm sorry, your lungs haven't healed yet, please bear with it."

His self-cultivation has always been very good, I have never seen him really lose his temper, such a person is actually quite scary.

"You are free, you can go home."

I heard him say it, but didn't understand what it meant.

I've been used to not caring about anything for so long, what medicine are they giving me?What treatment?What are you talking about?Where are you taking me?I don't care about my own illness, the punishment I will bear, the responsibilities and concerns I can't bear.I just hope that I can be with my Zhao without being disturbed.Zhao loves me.He never accused me and never made any more demands.He knows I try my best.

A wheelchair is taller than a garden bench.Schulenburg sat in front of me, put his hands on my knees, and looked at me with his face raised slightly. "It's over, Marty, you're free, you can go home."

free?go home?Zhao was free, and I personally sent him home.Is he home yet?have no idea.I should ask on my next date.Why do I keep forgetting?And I'll tell him I've lost my home, Caesars.

"I asked them to go through the formalities. We'll leave when it's done. I'll take you back."

"Where?" My voice was low and inaudible.Not only is he at a loss, confused, afraid, ignorant, and untrustworthy, what is he trying to do?And because I seldom speak, I realized that I was not very good at controlling the volume when I spoke.

"Caesar Manor."

"that is not……"

"No. Anders Schultz is dead. We haven't found any documents. The Caesars estate is still yours."

I finally raised my eyes.His tone was so gentle, his eyes were so sincere, and there was a smile on his lips.Smile... I remember this smile, it appeared in my dream.He was wearing a black SS uniform.Today he is wearing a gray suit.I never saw him in uniform, except in dreams.He asked me questions, and I said everything, as long as he asked me, I would say it.

The more I talked, the more tired I became, I couldn't breathe, my vision was blurred, my chest hurt like a pinprick, my back hurt, and everything hurt.I yelled for help, but he wouldn't stop.

He called Professor Bernstein.When the professor rescued me, he continued to ask.It was a grim, determined, insensitive smile.

I shook my head tiredly and closed my eyes.

For a moment, he didn't speak.It was very quiet, with the chirping of birds and the breeze blowing the leaves.I thought he was gone.

"I'm sorry... I know you're angry, but I had to do that because I didn't have time. Two dead, one badly wounded, Gestapo and SS involved, it's tricky, everyone present is a suspect, I must know the truth as soon as possible."

Two dead?He said Anders Schulz was dead.Who killed him?I don't care, the other one is jade, right?I felt my eyes burn and my lips tremble.I didn't want to lose my composure in front of him, so I bit my lip secretly.

"When I arrived, they had already controlled everyone present. Please forgive me. Your mother is really an amazing woman. After such a big thing happened in the family, she still remained calm, graceful and graceful, and she had to deal with us. Mrs. Reininger has to be taken care of again."

Mother, until now, I have only thought of her when I needed her, never thought that she would need me too.Forgive me, mother, I will only cause you trouble and distress, and leave you alone to face danger and pain.

Mrs. Reininger?I just felt something was wrong.A lot must have happened since I got shot.I don't care who killed Anders Schultz.Yu must be dead, and I'm too heartbroken to think about it, but I have to.Jade is dead, what about the child?What about the child?There is a mother.Mothers do not carry children.Mrs. Reininger was there.Why did the mother take care of Mrs. Reininger?

I raised my head and met Schulenburg's gaze.He said I was free and wanted to send me home.What purpose would he have.If everything is really over, even though I am still weak and far from recovering, he can ask my mother to pick me up, why does he have to send me home himself?Anyway, he's telling me something, something I don't know, something I should care about.

Schulenburg hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Reininger is dead."

I moved my mouth, wanting to ask how he died.

"The one who was shot was the same gun that hit you. It should be Anders Schultz who killed him."

I was shocked and angry. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You are very weak. You have been struggling with life and death for almost a month. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Can not bear?hypocritical! "But you're using Pervitin on me!"

"I said I don't have time!" He stood up, his movements were a little fast, and his voice was a little out of control. "I cannot use harsh measures against your mother and Mrs. Reininger, who are devastated, overwhelmed with grief, and on the verge of collapse. But I must know the truth as soon as possible. On the face of it, a Gestapo died in your house, shotgun Killed. Someone must be responsible. You, or your mother? Whoever killed him must have a reason, and I must know the truth."

He sat down again, put his hand on my knee again, and his tone was much calmer. "Sorry, I have to do that. I must hurry up and take the initiative. If you are really guilty, I will not condone, but if there is a hidden secret behind this, I must find a way to save you. If I do nothing, Regardless of this matter, you and your whole family will surely die."

He spoke with sincerity, as if it were true.He's taking a gamble.What are you betting on?Bet on Professor Bernstein's medical skills, bet on whether I really committed a crime.Did he win or lose?Professor Bernstein's medical skills are superb, what I committed was not murder, but treason.

"Marty, it's hard for you to hide it from me!" He took my knee and rubbed it gently. "You know, Zhen Yu's death has always made me feel very guilty, why didn't you tell me that she didn't die! It's hard for you to hide it from me!"

I'm confused.He knows everything, knows I've committed treason, but why this look?Why do you say I'm free, it's over, I can go home?

"Anders Schulz lied to you. Zhenyu and Laura are classmates and good friends, but Laura has no confession against Zhenyu. No matter how suspicious I am, I have no evidence. I planned to I let her go when I came back that day, I didn't expect you to be the first." He smiled, his tone relaxed, as if it was not a big deal. "Of course, strictly speaking, your behavior is still robbery, but there are reasons to be forgiven. You were deceived, and Zhen Yu is innocent, so...forget about it."

So I am not treasonous.But Anders Schulz is dead, and whoever killed it should be my responsibility.

"Anders Schulz coveted the Kaiser Manor for a long time, but suffered from no chance. So he encouraged you to rob you and blackmail you. Just when he was about to succeed, you desperately wanted to send Yu to Munich. Once Yu When you go to the hospital, you will know that there is no arrest at all, Yu is not a fugitive, and his dreams will come to naught, so he would rather kill Yu, and you will be seriously injured... I can't know exactly what happened after you were shot, because If your mother doesn't tell me, I can't do anything about it." He shrugged and made a helpless expression. "But I speculate that it should be like this: you were shot and fell to the ground, and Mr. Reininger was also killed by Anders Schulz to protect Yu. In the end, Anders Schulz was shot by a shotgun. The one with the shotgun If it wasn't your mother it would have been the Wiedeker you mentioned. I interrogated Weidaker and he didn't admit it, but I knew it was him. I could have convicted him, and that's fine, it's justified Defense. But your mother didn’t do it, and you insisted on taking the blame on yourself, because Weidec killed the Gestapo. Your mother’s concerns are not unreasonable. I can’t help it, Marty, I have to wrong you.”

Walter Schulenburg was telling a terrible, serious matter to a silent, languid patient, with a smile now and then on his face.Now even more...

I also can't hold back. "Then I'll beat him to death before he goes into a coma. I'm an SS officer, a nobleman, and I'm just defending myself." At this moment, there was a tacit understanding between us.I finally relaxed my tense nerves. "Where's jade? How about jade?"

Schulenburg sighed, a little embarrassed. "I don't know. No one has seen her, but I don't think she died. She was transferred by your mother, which delayed your rescue."

Although it can't be confirmed yet, this reassures me.My mother knew me and what was most important to me. "Where's the child?"

"I didn't see it either." Schulenburg looked like a mouse thinking of a cat, a defeated fighting cock.I can't help but want to laugh. "You know, in front of your mother, I'm almost... almost..." He shook his head and laughed loudly.

He laughed so presumptuously and happily that he was almost crying.Finally, he returned to seriousness. "In this matter, you are not without fault, such as robbing the prison, attacking the police, forging documents, helping Jews, bribing government officials, and manslaughter. If you open a case for investigation, no matter what the final result is, this process alone will peel off your skin and destroy you. Lost half of the house. So, your mother is very smart, Zhen Yu can't show up again, she is dead." He looked at me, telling me. "You can't tell anyone about this again. It's dangerous to give you Pervitin, but I had to do it and it gave me time to make arrangements. I also had to hide you here , can't let other people meddle in this case. It's all right now, the matter is settled. I'll take you home. I think it's better for you to go home and recuperate."