father - home

I hurried home, got the key to the Deutsche Bank safe from my mother, and asked for the combination.By Munich, the banks were closed.Tomorrow, two days at most, everything can be done.For two days, there will be no problems in the hospital.

When I got back to the hospital, it was time for dinner, and the whole ward was filled with the smell of dinner, eggs, butter, onions... Zhao must be very uncomfortable, he was already starving... I strode past everyone and rushed into the hospital like a gust of wind. ward. "Zhao, I'll give you..."

Zhao's hospital bed was empty, where did he go?

"He is..." I looked around inquiringly, and found pairs of evasive and evasive eyes; bodies turned sideways; heads bowed one by one. "Zhao!——"

I rushed out of the ward and toward the nurses' station, rushing through every door along the way, taking a quick glance.In fact, I know that it is impossible for Zhao to be in another ward, I am just anxious...just hoping...

In the nurses' station, the head nurse Herta ran out as soon as she saw me. "Lieutenant, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't expect this to happen."

Before the head nurse came to me, I stopped.I didn't answer, didn't say hello, just shook my head in disbelief.

Apart from the anxiety and panic on my face, I couldn't find the original composure. The head nurse shook her hands unconsciously, and said incoherently: "I don't know who, who would do this kind of thing... Two policemen came and took him away. Gone, said someone reported him as a fugitive...I tried to explain it to them, but it didn't work..."

"When?" I interrupted her eagerly.

"After three o'clock in the afternoon..."

"Do you know where to go?"

The head nurse stared and shook her head.

"The police?" I asked.

"Yes! Doctor Qiu and the professor were both undergoing surgery at that time, we couldn't stop it..."

When I waved my hand, I was anxious and didn't want to listen anymore, or I wanted to comfort the head nurse and tell her not to blame herself, I can't tell.I glanced blankly at the head nurse, turned and ran.

I ran down the stairs, and the head nurse called from behind: "Doctor Qiu has already gone to look for him, are you waiting for him to come back?"

Wait for him to come back?Can I wait?I ran out of the hospital without stopping, and bumped into a person at the gate.

"Marty! You are..."

That man was Joe.He was out of breath, with a little sweat on his brow, and he had come running back.

I seized Jo's arm, and asked anxiously, "Jo! You found him? Where is it?"

"City Police Department."

"Did you see him? Is he all right?"

"No, they won't let me see."

"Okay, I'll go!" Joe is a civilian, and I'm an SS, so I should be fine.I thought to myself, let go of Joe.

"Wait." Joe stopped me.

"how?"

"It's very late now, he can't come out today."

"Then..." I looked at Qiu inexplicably, completely lost my mind.I can no longer think because of fear.I can't imagine, with Zhao's body, staying alone in prison.

"I've thought about it, maybe with your identity, you can see him."

"Yes!" I suddenly understood Qiu's meaning and nodded repeatedly. "They'll do what I want, and then I'll have to bring some medicine."

So I went back to the ward with Joe...

SS status really works.At the City Police Department, my questions and requests were always answered and responded to in a timely and thoughtful manner.For a while, I almost thought that I could bring Zhao back smoothly instead of waiting until tomorrow.But in fact, these are all illusions. After going around in a circle, I am back to the original point.

Enthusiastic citizens called the police station to report that there was a patient in the surgical ward of Swabia Hospital who was suspected to be a fugitive.So the police went to search, and it was true.There is no identification, and the number is engraved on the arm, so he must be a "fugitive".Although the prisoner was seriously ill, they still followed the rules and brought the "fugitive" back to the police station.After a simple interrogation, it was known that the "fugitive" was from the Dachau concentration camp, and the concentration camp has been notified.Now, the "fugitive" is temporarily detained in the detention room behind the police station, and it will wait until tomorrow when someone from the concentration camp will bring the "fugitive" back.

I am an officer in the Dachau concentration camp, and they can tell me all the information, but I don't have the documents for transferring prisoners from the concentration camp, so I can't take the prisoners away.As for my explanation: the prisoner came out to see a doctor, and I was the doctor in charge.It's useless for them to believe it. Without relevant certificates, they still can't hand over the prisoner to me.

In the end, all I could do was ask to be allowed to meet the inmate.no problem.An officer led me through the hallway and courtyard to a holding cell in the back and handed me over to the police officer on duty there.

It was completely dark, the police station was no longer noisy during the day, and the lights in each office were darkened. Except for the corridor and the duty room, the rest was completely dark.The detention room was brightly lit, as bright as day, and the light was even more dazzling than the duty room at the gate, but it couldn't be seen from the outside.

"Follow me, sir." The policeman on duty led the way with a bunch of keys.

I slipped the 200 marks into his pocket as he opened the first iron gate. "It's hard work on the night shift, Teal." I heard the officer who brought me call him Teal.

There was a momentary pause in Till's action of unlocking.I think he should be used to the "little respect" of prisoners and their families, but today the status of the tribute is different.So, when he spoke again, his businesslike tone was more courteous. "Fortunately, sir, if there are not many people, nothing will happen."

Inside the iron gate is a long corridor, separating two rows of cells of the same size.Each cell was identical, save for a cot made of iron and a dirty mattress, nothing else.Surrounded by gray and white concrete walls on three sides, there is no paint and no windows, and the side near the corridor is all iron fences, so that the police officers can clearly see the situation in each cell from the corridor.

Today's prisoners should not be too many, less than half of the dozen or so cells have been used.A big red-faced man had been yelling before we entered the door, and now seeing us approaching, he grabbed the iron fence with both hands and shook it vigorously, making a "clang, clang" sound.It's just that I couldn't hear what he was yelling, it seemed to be "go out, I'm hungry" or something.

"Shut up!" Teal yelled at the red-faced man, drew his baton from his waist, and hit him on the head.

The red-faced man immediately let go of his hand to avoid it, and he stopped shouting.

Thiel didn't really want to fight, it was just a scare.Seeing that the prisoner stopped yelling, Till put away his baton and said, "This is a drunkard. He drinks and makes trouble every day, and this time he hit someone drunk again."

I have no interest in these prisoners. I just frown and look bored at the moment.

Thiel must have felt that his previous judgment was wrong.I will not be reduced to be as vulgar as him just because I gave him 200 marks of "filial piety". .So in the next step, he no longer seeks the pleasure of talking with me, but just leads the way respectfully.

A woman with disheveled hair and disheveled hair was crying in a corner; a thin, shriveled man was curled up on the mattress; a pair of wretched and timid eyes followed us...