German supremacy

Recently, Vogel has always felt that there is a line of sight following him, but he doesn't quite know who it belongs to.To be honest, it made him very uncomfortable - he felt like he was being watched, and the gaze was not very friendly.This is not to say that it was a hostile gaze, but that the weird probing and slight contempt made him very uncomfortable.

Moreover, he often felt that the man's eyes stayed on him for a long time, almost impolitely, and when he looked for it, there was no trace.

Who is it?He guessed in his heart, who have I provoked in this barracks?

'John. 'One day when he was smoking a cigarette, he clearly noticed the gaze from behind,' Can you help me see if anyone is looking at me from behind? '

John grabbed a lice from his shoe and was trying to smack it on the lid of the butter jar. Hearing Vogel's question, he stood up and looked behind him. 'No, no one's looking at you, big beauty. ' He looked down and saw that his lice had jumped off the cover, and he exclaimed in chagrin, 'Another tormentor has escaped! ’ he exclaimed, ‘you are so self-aware, Vogel. '

Vogel looked at him with some annoyance, 'You are so eye-catching. ' he spat, 'I'm not some ridiculously beautiful woman either. '

'Oh, for God's sake, Vogel, your back is as stiff as a tombstone.Nobody smokes like you.If there's one of us who stands out more, it's you. '

' At least I'm not yelling like you are. '

'You obviously don't realize that your face attracts more attention than my voice. '

'Shut up, John. Vogel turned around irritably. He never liked people talking about his face, but John especially liked to joke about it.He finished his last cigarette of the day, rubbed his hair anxiously and successfully pulled out a lice from it.He looked at it frowning, 'Excellent. ' He grunted and handed John the repulsive thing, 'torture criminal. ' he said lazily.

'God bless you!Vogel, you are the most efficient policeman I have ever seen! '

'Enough, you heathen. ' Vogel kicked John's leg, 'God is sick of you. '

'Sgt. Lange. '

Vogel turned his head and smiled, 'Sergeant Shi Haibo. ' he said politely.

He has always found Neumann Scheiber to be a very attractive man, especially for a man like him—he is strong, tall, handsome and tough, all of which are endearing.Although he seemed to have always had some sort of prejudice against him - he knew where it came from, but he didn't care.

Shi Haibo stuffed three cigarettes into his hand, and Vogel looked at him in surprise—cigarettes were simply the best that the Military Supply Department could provide, and three cigarettes were enough for him to smoke for an afternoon.

'To thank you for your previous help. ' said Neumann succinctly, but there was no trace of gratitude in his eyes.

Vogel suddenly understood the source of his previous sight.

'Thank you, that's just a little thing. ' he said with a smile, lighting a cigarette that Shi Haibo gave him.

Shi Haibo glanced at him.That look was a bit weird, and Vogel couldn't tell what it was.But then he quickly turned and left.

'Do you know Shi Haibo? ' asked John, with a somewhat comical astonishment on his face, 'or are you on good terms with him?He was simply too unapproachable. '

Vogel shrugged.He himself felt that this matter was very strange—his help before was actually nothing, after all, even if he fell into a crater, he could still be pulled up, but it would take some time.That doesn't seem like it's worth three cigarettes' worth.

But he didn't want to think deeply about what Shi Haibo wanted to do—he provided me with cigarettes, which is much more important than Kant.