father - home

That night, we lay down on our feet and talked all night long.After midnight, I don't know how many times I said it was late at night, let's go to sleep, but in the end someone always started the conversation again and chatted for a while.It felt like it was the last night, and I had to finish everything, but how could I finish it?

In the dark, we talked calmly, leisurely and casually, but the content was about life, death and fate.

I tried to think of the best situation, contacted Babel von Meerenhof, and asked her to withdraw the report.It's been more than half a month since I sent out the request letter to this person, and I haven't heard back yet. It seems that the situation is not good.

Zhao told me that Babel von Mehlenhof was the daughter of the headmaster of the Potsdam Military Academy.Zhao didn't understand why she treated him like this.

"Women usually do this kind of thing because love turns into hate. It must be that someone is deeply in love with you, but you don't appreciate it."

Zhao bowed his head in silence, heralding the beginning of silence.

I asked again about the gay party on Wilhelmstrasse in Berlin on the evening of 38/7/24.Zhao told me long ago: He didn't go, he didn't know what the party was.I believe this, but without an alibi, others will not believe it.As usual, Zhao would neither explain what he did that night nor provide an alibi.

I was anxious, but I couldn't get angry with him.He must have unspeakable difficulties, even I can't tell.

That being the case, I tried to persuade Zhao to listen to me once.Finally, Zhao finally accepted: on the day of the experiment, it was announced that the experiment had failed, and Zhao died.Secretly, Ernst and I arranged in advance to find a way to smuggle him out of the concentration camp.But Zhao has a condition, that is, I must swear: I will never leave the SS because of him or this matter.I swear.This is what Zhao cares about the most: not to implicate anyone.I also made a vow, which I voluntarily made.That will be the last time. From then on, I will never participate in this so-called "scientific experiment" that destroys humanity.

This is really no way, it is the next step.Even if the fake documents I got for Zhao could be faked, it is impossible for Zhao to change this outstanding and conspicuous Asian face.There are very few Asians in Germany. I only met two Chinese people, Zhao and Qiu, when I grew up.I really can't figure out what to do with Zhao's fake certificate?Is he Chinese or German?Even if Zhao can avoid the limelight, what about after that?How can I send Zhao back to China?I don't dare to think about these things, I can't think about them.

"Of course I'm Chinese!" Zhao said firmly.As long as it doesn't hurt others, he will be interested.He asked me to bring a detailed map of Europe the next day, and he said he could cross the Alps on foot and return home by boat from France.

I am very happy that Zhao can actively participate in this way.Anyway, there is hope at last.

As for the details of the day of the experiment, I have to discuss it with Ernst. I believe that the plan is feasible.On the day of the test, Schenk will definitely come, and Captain Piolkovsky may also come, but they are not professionals and should be easy to fool.

However, I still do not want to give up the opportunity to rehabilitate Zhao.Maybe I should find an excuse to go to Berlin myself and pay a direct visit to that Babel von Meerenhof. If I can persuade her to change her mind, then things will be easy.

Unexpectedly, before I could find an excuse to go to Berlin, people came from Berlin.What was even more unexpected was that it was such a person who came.

His name is Walter Foss. Like me, he is a student of Professor Hubertus Straghold. He is three years younger than me, so he should be regarded as my junior.In my impression, his research topic has nothing to do with the experiments in the Dachau concentration camp, and he is not an SS.

"Yes, sir, you remember correctly." During dinner, Walter Foss answered my doubts.

Walter Foss is neat and handsome, especially the two thin lines around the corners of his mouth are very eye-catching. At first glance, they seem to reveal a certain gloom in his heart, but they will suddenly burst into two dimples and Evolve into a captivating smile.Now, this charming smile hangs on his face all the time.

"However, with the agreement of Professor Straghold, I have changed the direction of the research."

"Why? Isn't your previous work in vain?" Ernst, who was eating together, looked at Foss and asked.

"That's worth it too. You know, now only scientific research projects that are needed by the army and have a direct contribution to the war will be supported. And, I also think I am suitable for this." Walter Foss looked at the two with enthusiasm A senior, because of drinking, his face was red. "I'm tired of those purely theoretical studies. Medicine is also a practical science. It's unbearable to deal with those specimens all day long, making the smell of formalin all over my body." Foss moved forward. He leaned forward, put his hands on the edge of the table, holding a knife and fork, stopped in mid-air, and leaned his chest against the edge of the table. "When I was an intern in my senior year, I observed the operation. Whenever I saw the scalpel cut through the skin, blood slowly oozes out from the middle of the white fat layer. I could almost hear the sound of 'squeak'. Whenever this time , My stomach will twitch, my blood will boil, it’s so exciting, so exciting.” As he spoke, Foss clenched his fist with his right hand holding the table knife, swung it slightly vigorously, and made a “Great strength” "Actions.His eyes sparkled with excitement.

As soon as these words came out, Ernst and I looked at each other in blank dismay, exchanging a surprised and worried look.

"Then you should be a surgeon." I stared at Fosse intently.I have never been in contact with this young man. It seems that he is not simple.

"Ah! No!" Foss exclaimed disapprovingly, "I know what I like. I don't want to stay in the ward all day long, looking at the sad faces, smelling the stench, and listening to the noises." Howling in despair, I don't!" Foss took a sip of his wine and didn't pay attention to the changes in the expressions on my and Ernst's faces. "So, the experiments here are the most suitable for me. I heard that vivisection can be performed here."

When Ernst heard it, he jumped up, his eyes widened, and he said angrily, "What? Where did you hear that?"

Walter Foss was also taken aback by Ernst's violent reaction, and stammered, "I...could it be..."

I elbowed Ernst.Ernst glared at Foss, and swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

I raised my chin at Walter Foss and asked, "Walter, when did you participate?" Walter Foss was wearing a brand new black SS uniform, but did not wear any rank insignia.

(Note: At that time, in early 1940, human experiments in concentration camps were still secret, and only the SS could participate.)

"Last week," Foos replied.There was no embarrassment, but rather proudly said: "The professor said that to participate in the experiment here, you must join the army. It's just that the time is too short, and some procedures have not been completed. The professor asked me to come first, saying that you need help here."

Understood.I turned the glass of wine in my hand, worried.This situation is not what I expected.The professor was worried about me and sent someone to monitor me.And this Walter Foss joined the SS just to come to Dachau to participate in the experiment, and his motives are much purer than mine.Fortunately, he is my younger brother, and it is impossible for him to have a higher military rank than me in the future, so I can still control him.I comforted myself with this, but I underestimated Walter Foss' enthusiasm for science.