father - home

I waited for the bank to open, took out the title deed to the Kaiser estate from the safe, and rushed back to the camp to submit the guarantee application.

Captain Piolkovsky was very helpful, and immediately asked someone to help with the process, filled out the relevant forms, prepared all the documents, and attached the approval letter from the battalion.I then send these to the SS headquarters in Munich for approval.

Under normal circumstances, this approval will take two days or even longer.I want to find some relationships, but I don't know if it will work.

Captain Piolkovsky kindly handed me an approval slip for the transfer of prisoners from the concentration camp. "You take this with you. If you can't approve it today, you can't leave him in the police station, can you?"

I took the transfer slip, took a look at it, thought about it, and returned the slip to the captain. "Thank you, sir, I think I can complete all the bail procedures today." If I use the transfer slip from the camp to pick Zhao up from the police station, then according to the regulations, I have to send him back to the concentration camp for handover.I don't want Zhao to go back to the concentration camp, even if it's only temporarily, just for a while, I don't want to.

"Are you sure?" With that said, the captain put the approval slip on the table.

"Yes, sir." I slapped my heels, raised my right arm, saluted, turned around, and walked out of the office confidently.

As I descended the stairs, I accidentally ran into Schenk, whose left hand was slung across his chest in a bandage.Seeing me, he stopped and leaned to the right.When I passed him, he turned sideways subconsciously, as if to protect the injured left arm.

My eyes quickly swept over him and left.I won't let him disturb my good mood at the moment.

Things went very smoothly, and it took me only half a day at the headquarters of the SS in Munich to complete all the approval procedures.When I came to the police station excitedly with Zhao's bail documents, I was almost off work.

"This..." The police officer who received me stood behind the counter, holding a handful of salt and pepper hazelnuts in his left hand, looking at the batch slip in his hand, stuffed a hazelnut into his mouth, and asked inexplicably, "Isn't this prisoner already Did you take it away?"

"What? Take it away? Impossible!" I was shocked, and the same situation happened for two consecutive days, and I really couldn't bear it.I grabbed the police officer holding Hazel's wrist and pleaded eagerly: "Impossible, officer, please check again. He is a foreigner, of yellow race, and has a number on his arm, 79475."

After speaking, my voice trembled, and my hand was a little uncontrollable. I found that the police officer was staring at me suspiciously, so I had to let go.

The officer tossed another hazelnut into his mouth, chewed it, and replied with certainty, "Yeah... I know... he's very ill... it looks like he's just had a knife... he can't even stand up."

"Yes! Yes!" I nodded again and again, thanking the police officer for remembering so clearly. "Then why was he taken away?" Nervous, fearful, I couldn't think, and I didn't know how stupid my question was.

"Why were you taken away? You were dragged away." The police officer raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

Maybe I was irritated by the police officer's casual tone, maybe I finally woke up from the panic, I straightened my back, widened my eyes, frowned, and asked sharply: "Who? Who took it away? He has a transfer from the camp." Is it a batch?"

The police officer was startled, and the left hand that was raised to the mouth stopped for a moment. With his fingers, he took the hazelnut that was on his lips and hadn't had time to eat it, and held it in the palm of his hand again.The police officer also stood up straight, his face a little stiff. "Yes! Sir! We checked." The police officer quickly lowered his head, opened the record book, and found it in a few clicks. "Here, sir." The sergeant turned the record book over and showed me the signature: "M?M."There is also a stub of the transfer approval slip on the record: "Received prisoner number: 79475, person in charge: Lieutenant Matthias von Meissenbach."

This piece of paper and those two Ms dangled in front of my eyes, mixed with gold stars.I didn't take the transfer approval slip, so whoever took it, pretended to be me, and took Zhao away.Could it be Shenk?When I think of this, I feel a chill on the back of my neck straight to my forehead.

I grabbed the officer by the collar, dragged him out from behind the counter, and yelled, "How can you hand someone over to him? He's a fake!"

The police officer trembled with fright, and scattered all the salt and pepper hazelnuts in his hand. "Fake...fake...no...impossible..."

"Have you checked your ID?"

"No...don't know...sir! It wasn't me." The officer stammered.At this moment, the police officer also realized the seriousness of the matter. Although he was a prisoner, if he was really lost and taken away by a fake SS... that would be a terrible thing.Of course he didn't know that this impersonation was just Lieutenant von Meissenbach, not the SS.

"When did this happen?"

The police officer glanced at the log book: "2:45 p.m.."

I regret it, I really regret it, why didn't I get that transfer slip?If I can complete the guarantee procedures today, I don't need the approval slip. I will take the transfer approval slip and be prepared for any danger. What's wrong?

It's no use regretting now.The question is where will Schenk take Zhao?Take it back to camp?He can only take it back to the camp, otherwise where else can he go?

I called Ernst and told him the situation.

"You look for Shen Ke, you must find him, it would be even better if you can find Zhao. I'll be right back."

I was wrong.On the way back to the concentration camp, I realized that I was completely wrong.Schenk would not take Zhao back to the concentration camp at all.Because it was not he who took Zhao away, but me.He is killing two birds with one stone, in order to revenge me.I am Zhao's guarantor, and I took Zhao away.If Zhao disappears from then on, I will be responsible and be judged.So... so... I dare not think, could it be that I really lost him from now on.

I slammed on the brakes and nearly veered off the road around a sharp turn.Fortunately, there were hardly anyone on the road.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, to calm down, to think about what to do now.There was a huge crowd, I didn't know where to find Shenk, I had to go back to the camp to find clues, to find the captain, maybe... maybe... it wasn't Shenk at all...

I shook my head and turned the steering wheel again.I must find Zhao, I want to see people when I live, and I want to see corpses when I die.