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"Okay, Ernie, we shouldn't talk about such things as soon as we meet."

"Yeah, that's right. Our old classmates haven't seen each other for many years, so we should have a good recap. But just because we are old classmates, there are some things that we have to say." Ernst looked serious, as if he was a different person from just now. "Marty, I'm not talking about you. Your aristocratic arrogance should also change. Anyway, this is the SS, not the Wehrmacht. Nobles are not welcome here. We have been classmates for four years, and I have no doubts about it. You understand it very well. You are a good man, honest and loyal, which also meets the requirements of the SS. However, most of the members of the SS are civilians, and they don't like nobles. Fortunately, you are here to conduct medical experiments, otherwise, Your life will be very difficult. However, even if you conduct medical experiments, you must cooperate with them. Let me tell you, you may encounter some things in the future, whether you like it or not, you have to integrate into it." Ernst He spoke very seriously, but also somewhat mysteriously, as if he meant something.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know what crime the rescuer... committed today?"

Ernst's words made me a little nervous, I tried my best to hide it, and looked at him coldly.

"Let me tell you, he's going to be in trouble. Originally, with so many prisoners, it was impossible for Shenke to pay attention to him, but he just rushed out, and your behavior made Shenke very angry. So Shenk immediately went to check the list .You know what, it sucks, he's gay."

Ernst didn't emphasize the last three words, but I heard them like thunder.

"What's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable there? Your face is so ugly?"

"Ernie, do you know what happened just now?"

Ernst nodded and looked at me.

"You know all the details?"

He nodded again, still looking at me.

"You haven't seen him yet, have you?"

"No."

"You know when you see him, he shouldn't be, how could he be..." I muttered to myself.In fact, I want to say: "How can he be..." Homosexuals have the lowest status and the most miserable fate among all prisoners, except for the Jews.The other prisoners, even the Jews, looked down on them. "He's gay." Instead of the slightest bit of excitement, I felt anger, anger born of fear.

"I know, Marty, what he's doing today is brave, he's great, and he really shouldn't be gay. Whether he is or not, things like this go wrong a lot, and that's what he got arrested for. Schenk has Focus on him. Shenk can't do anything to you, he will take all the grievances against you on him."

"What does he want?" I grabbed Ernst's wrist.

I gripped it too tightly, and Ernst broke free, grinning and shaking his head. "I don't know, but I don't think Shenk is anything like you or me."

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"Marty, I've been in the SS much longer than you. I know that things are done differently in the SS, and I know that there are people in the SS that you would never meet anywhere else. But you must Get used to it, or at least keep silent. If you don't, things will only get worse." Now Ernst was holding my wrist, staring at me. "Don't be a hero, you - anyone - will - save - not -."

I turned my head slowly, avoiding Ernst's gaze.I know he's not being alarmist, he's telling me this out of good intentions.Fortunately, I met him, otherwise I really don't know how many troubles I will cause in the future with my temper.But what about him... I don't dare to think about it at all, my mind is so messed up.

Ernst's cigarette case had been in his hand all the time, and he only remembered to look at it now. "There are two more." He took out one and handed it to me, put the last one at the corner of his mouth, crushed the empty cigarette case, and threw it out of the window.

If Ernst hadn't poked me, I would have been in a daze forever.I took the cigarette.

Ernst lit both of their cigarettes.I took a few deep breaths and felt a little better.Later, Ernst deliberately changed the topic, and we chatted about playing tricks on classmates in the dissecting room.

We chatted a lot, and we had a lot to say after seeing each other for four years.I was talking and laughing, and seemed to have completely forgotten about the morning.But at the same time, I always have a feeling of discomfort, as if my whole heart is bound by something, not too tight, but still can't beat freely and comfortably.

It was a peaceful day.I only ran into Ensign Schenk at dinner twice.Only then did I look at him seriously.He should be a few years younger than me, but I can't tell because he has obvious forehead lines and deep wrinkles around his mouth.His skin is very white, a little bluish pure white, which makes people think that there will be no blood flowing under such skin.His eyelashes, hair, and a small mustache are all a very light flaxen color. Although light, the yellow in it is very eye-catching.He used a lot of pomade, hoping to improve the condition of dry hair, but the effect was not satisfactory.His eyebrows are short and wide, with a lot of hair at the end, reminding me of "broom eyebrows".His eyes were iron gray and cold, the lines of his face were very sharp, and his jaw was thin and sharp.His voice was very strange, stiff, and with a kind of tremor, like the sound of metal rubbing against each other, which may be the reason why I was a little disgusted when I saw him.His eyes, his voice, made me feel like a steel factory, cold and rough, with the taste of rust.

There was no embarrassing situation at the dinner table, and everyone seemed to have agreed to not mention anything about the morning.Second Lieutenant Shenk also seemed to have forgotten about him. The whole day, instead of bothering him, the guards didn't even open the door of the stuffy tank car when they stopped to add water.

I secretly comforted myself: maybe Shenke had asked the guards to leave enough food and drinking water in the carriage before leaving the station for the convenience of guarding on the road.But all day, in an almost airtight compartment, that large group of people... It's really hard for me to imagine.Fortunately, it is the season of high autumn air, and the pleasant weather makes their journey not too uncomfortable.

He was in car No. [-], the last of the convict cars, followed by No. [-], which served as a dining car, and No. [-], where I was.During the meal, I paid close attention to it, and I couldn't see that there was any food prepared for these hundreds of prisoners in the dining car or anywhere else, even the most basic hard bread or potatoes.Maybe tomorrow, the station ahead will prepare food for these prisoners, so I will stop worrying about it.What's going on, why should I worry about these things?Hey, it's because of him.But it's useless to worry, I can't control this matter.I took Ernst's words to heart and stopped meddling in my own business.