father - home

Stepping out of the office, Lieutenant Shilakov closed the door behind me, and rushed to me in two quick steps. "Excuse me, lieutenant, are you from Dachau? Dachau concentration camp?"

I don't understand Lieutenant Schlakov's expression of disbelief: Is it disbelief that the concentration camp really exists, or that I'm from there?

Lieutenant Kristen Schlakoff is a tall young man with a serious expression and thoughtful expression. His chestnut hair is cut very short, his skin is burnt black by the sun, his bright eyes are slightly golden, and he is cheerful There was a hint of melancholy in the ACCCIM, but now urgency and shock were added to the melancholy.

I didn't know how to answer, I just nodded slightly.

"You mean Fu Zhao is there, are you sure?"

We didn't slow down, the lieutenant asked as he walked, and before I could reply, he denied himself again: "No, it's impossible, hasn't he already returned to China?"

I turned away in surprise, just in time to meet the lieutenant's stare at me. "What? You know Fu Zhao? You know that Fu Zhao is going back to China?" I asked back, surprised, excited, and the renewed hope made me shudder.

"Of course, we're in the same class and he's my best friend."

The moment we looked at each other, the distance between us quickly narrowed, as if we were old friends reunited after a long absence, all because of Zhao.

"Lieutenant, how is he now? You tell me what's going on."

I really want to tell him everything.No matter how many minutes we've known each other, no matter who he is, as long as he cares about Zhao, I think he can be trusted.I would love to confide in him.Sometimes, I feel that as long as Zhao is involved, I am not like myself anymore.

I didn't say much because that would not be allowed, not only for me but also for his own good.I just told Lieutenant Schlakoff what I wanted him to do for me.

Even so, the lieutenant could somewhat understand the truth of the matter from my stammering words and evasive, painful expression.

We go slower and slower.In front of the office door, Lieutenant Schlakov held the door handle, hesitated for a while, and finally opened the door and entered.I can fully understand his mood at the moment.Suddenly knowing the situation of my friend, but it is like this, it is like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, how can I accept it for a while.

The lieutenant poured me a cup of coffee, but half spilled out of the cup.He didn't notice, and I didn't say anything.The lieutenant used the key to open the lock of the filing cabinet drawer and tried three times before he found the one.In fact, there are only 3 or 6 keys in that small bunch, and the shapes and sizes vary greatly.I don't understand what's wrong with the lieutenant, I'm deeply puzzled by his absent-mindedness and distraction.

"What day did you say?" the lieutenant asked again before opening the filing cabinet drawer.

"Sunday, July 38, 7."

"Oh."

The lieutenant quickly found the record of going out for 38 years and turned to that day.

I watched him nervously, my hands shaking the coffee cup.I simply put down the glass, stood up and walked over.

Lieutenant Schlakov was already shaking his head.

But I still asked stupid questions inexplicably: "Who is it? Tian Zhao is with you?"

"No one, he went out alone that day." The voice was so calm that I was a little scared. The excitement just now and the indifference now, which one is the real Lieutenant Christine Schlakoff, who claimed to be Fu Zhao friends of people.

The lieutenant never raised his head to look at me, as if he wanted to avoid it, he closed the notebook and planned to put it back.

Is there a problem here.I snatched the record book from the lieutenant's hand. The speed and scope were so fast that I didn't even think of it.It wasn't until I had the notebook in my hand that I realized how abrupt and disrespectful it was.

The lieutenant was not angry, he was still very calm, a little indifferent, and turned the page for me without saying a word. July 7: Fu Zhao, go out, 24:8 pm; return to camp, 06:9 pm.After 57 o'clock, only Fu Zhao left the school.

"Will others go out first and wait for him outside?"

"It's possible, but it doesn't show up here."

"Lieutenant, don't you think there is a problem here?"

"what is the problem?"

"It's too late to go out at 8 o'clock. Maybe he didn't plan to go out that night, but something happened later..."

"Maybe, but you can't see it here." Lieutenant Schlakov closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer.

I don't understand what happened in those few minutes.Lieutenant Christine Schlakoff's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.Anyway, "But you can't see it here." The lieutenant said it twice, and the perfunctory and matter-of-factness of it had already stabbed me deeply.God knows how much perseverance it took me to control myself from seizures.The mood now is even worse than after meeting Babel.I have a feeling that Lieutenant Schlakov has a secret, maybe it has something to do with Zhao, maybe the lieutenant is the key.

I grabbed the lieutenant by the shoulder, pulled him around, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Where were you that day? Lieutenant Shilakov, you are Zhao's good friend. Didn't he tell you anything?"

The lieutenant raised his head slowly, there was no joy in his eyes at all, only sadness and hidden pain.He took my hand and pushed it away hard.The suppressed voice was full of anger. "I had a meeting that day. Here's the record, if you don't believe me."

I'm scared, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be emotional, Lieutenant Schlakov is my last hope. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend, I just... I just..." I shook my head in despair, lost my mind, and sank into my chair. "What should I do? Tell me, is there really no other way?"