Haunted Places Live

Lynch, 23, crawled out of the dead.

The sound of fighter planes gliding could not be heard in the dark sky, and the wet wind was blowing through the bones.There were corpses all around, enemies, French allies, but more faces he knew.

He gasped for breath, and looked down at his chest in disbelief.His front placket was red with blood and had a hole caused by a bullet passing through it.However, when he peeled off his clothes with trembling hands, he found that there was no trace of a wound under the blood on his chest.

An inexplicable sense of panic and emptiness captured his chaotic mind.He looked around and saw the ruins of the town completely destroyed by the war, a few black crows were pecking at the fresh meat near the wound of the corpse, and the scorched black flag fluttered occasionally, as quiet as a ghost.

He grabbed his rifle and struggled to get up on the ground.His young face was covered with dirt mixed with mud, sweat, and blood, but the originally slender and beautiful hands began to take on a strange gray color, and there was a subtle tingling and burning sensation faintly steaming under the skin.He staggered over mutilated limbs, trying to figure out if there were any survivors.However, all he could see was death and abandonment. The British army and the French allies were nowhere to be found. He was left alone in this abandoned city.

For two days in a row, he made a living by searching the city for food that the townspeople didn't have time to take away, and at night he found a house with better concealment to sleep.He couldn't sleep soundly, his dreams were full of images of blood and flesh flying all over his head, and what rang out in his ears was the roar of bombers flying over and falling like rain.Before he went to the battlefield, he thought he was a brave man, but only when you are facing the hail of bullets that can smash you into a sieve at any time with your gun in your hand, and your officer roars behind you to charge up, you Only then can I truly understand what it means to be afraid.All lofty ideals, all noble morality, are all worthless in the face of the threat of death.

At that time, what he could think of in his mind was that the last meal in his life was just dry compressed biscuits...

On the third day, he was captured by a group of German troops and taken to a prisoner of war camp.He was also captured with more than 400 other British or French soldiers who had covered the withdrawal of large forces during the previous Dunkirk retreat.They were herded like rats in several barns, and now and then there were rumors that they were going to be taken out in groups to be shot.The fear of death hangs over the heads of all young men, and every meal of rancid potato soup may be their last meal.The German soldiers never spoke to them, but occasionally when they were in a bad mood, they would randomly select a few captives, pull them out, beat them to death, and then throw them back into the camp.

When the news came that the SS had massacred more than 90 British prisoners, several British soldiers tried to escape, but they failed and were captured.Lynch saw them being herded against a brick wall, then an officer raised his pistol and fired as they walked, the prisoners fell one by one.One guy survived the one shot, so the officer went over and put in a few more shots and knocked his brains out and the brains bleed all over the place.

The expected mass execution did not take place, and they were caught on a train and transported to a concentration camp in western Germany.During the long journey, nearly one-third of the prisoners of war died due to hunger, wound infection and other reasons. At each stop, many corpses were dragged out of the crowded carriages, but even so, Lynch still cannot forget The smell of rotting corpses and maggots permeated the narrow iron compartment.Later, no matter how many disgusting and entropic things he had seen, he still felt that the smell was the most disgusting.The captives lined up, each with a strange numbness in his face, the kind of numbness that one knows is hopeless.After all, they are farther and farther away from home, in the territory of the enemy.

Except for the prisoners of war in the concentration camp, most of them were Jews.The German army treated British and French prisoners of war with restraint, and did not carry out exaggerated abuse except for daily beatings and scolding.Probably because the German army believes that although the British and French are not Germanic nations, they are also more noble than some so-called "lowly" races.But Lynch's situation is more delicate. Although he is a British prisoner, he has half Chinese blood.There are also a considerable number of Chinese people imprisoned in concentration camps, and they are all forced to do heavy labor.As a result, Lynch was often picked up from the prison camps, driven to carry bricks with other Chinese and Jews, or sent to military factories to assemble parts in batches.

Lynch, like all other Jews, seemed no longer human.The young German soldiers with whom they had no grievances had learned to show their authority with the whip before their beards had even grown out.Once Lynch saw a middle-aged Jewish woman dozed off while assembling parts because she had worked eighteen hours in a row, and missed a few parts.So the young guard grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground, and whipped her head and face with a whip until her skin was ripped apart and her face was covered in blood.Her miserable screams resounded throughout the factory, but no one dared to step forward to stop her.And her daughter was watching in horror nearby, covering her mouth with her hands and crying.

When the whip broke and the guard pulled out the belt around his waist and continued to swing at the dying woman, Lynch couldn't help but stop it.

The guard was furious at first, raised his belt and lashed at Lynch, but after a few lashes, he suddenly froze and asked him in broken English if he was Edgar.Asher.Forest.

It turned out that this person had seen Lynch's movie and liked it very much.

The news spread quickly, but Lynch's status ironically got a magical promotion.Apparently, many German soldiers had seen his movies, but none of them recognized them before, probably because people of "sub-blood" were regarded as livestock in their eyes, and they didn't even bother to identify the appearance of each other.Now that he recognized his identity as a movie star and British nobleman, he seemed to have more respect for him.So the officers no longer forced Lynch to do heavy labor, but let him do some translation or clerical work.

But the more preferential treatment he got, the more shame Lynch felt.He asked several times to return to the factory or construction site, but was rejected by the officers jokingly.

He would rather be a coolie than receive preferential treatment.

Others are still in hell, his compatriots, comrades-in-arms, and ordinary Jewish civilians, still struggling sleeplessly with starvation and abuse.He saw old people over half a century old being forced to push a cart full of bricks, their thin legs trembling in the cold wind; Corpses that were beaten to death; he also saw seriously ill and unconscious people being dragged out of the camp and driven onto carts leading to the factory.

However, what he saw more were corpses.

At first they didn't know what the huge factory building they were forced to build day and night was, but Lynch later found out that it was an "extinction" factory.

Under the huge chimney is the hot cremator, and there are several "big bathrooms" next to it.

The so-called bathroom is the gas chamber.

The Jews were driven like sheep to carry out the "Great Cleansing".At that time, quite a few optimistic Jews in the concentration camp believed that the German army would not really kill them all. After all, it would be too much of a waste of "labor" and they would not be punished as long as they did not commit crimes. The German army could basically guarantee that they would have food. There are clothes to wear.They believed that those prisoners of war or fellow Jews who tried to escape were "playing to death", and secretly expressed such remarks as "you deserve to be shot".

They really thought the Germans were sending them to the shower.And Lynch thought so at first, but he felt very strange why so many places for bathing were specially built.After all, none of them, including Lynch, could have imagined that in that era, the so-called era of "civilization", the German elite would actually commit genocide and massacre millions of Jews Such a terrible decision.And those executors, the officers and soldiers in the concentration camps, really just felt that they were doing a job as ordinary as driving guards, rather than massacring those unarmed Jewish civilians who had never touched a gun in their lives and did anything harmful to nature.

It seems that the whole of Germany, no matter the rich or the common people, most people don't realize that there is something wrong with this.Even those guards are responsible and obedient sons, considerate and gentle husbands, strong and loving fathers, and warm and friendly neighbors at home, but those "good guys" in ordinary times can hold guns without changing their faces and drive the Jewish people away. Women, the elderly and even pregnant women lined up to enter the gas chambers.

Lynch realized the truth of the matter when one of his "fandom" officers, with a ostentatious expression, took him to see a mountain of corpses piled up in the square behind the gas chambers.

A real mountain of corpses.

The corpses had begun to turn black under the sun, emitting a terrible smell of decay.As long as you smell that kind of smell, it seems that even your internal organs will be rotten.There are also some corpses soaked in concentrated acid pools. The half-rotten, half-sour smell is a terrible smell that people should never smell in their entire lives.

Lynch's mind was buzzing, the officer was still talking, he couldn't listen to anything.

He saw a little Jewish girl, whom he had secretly slipped a piece of chocolate yesterday, and she was smiling so happily that one of her front teeth was missing.But now her small body was randomly thrown in a corner of the pile of corpses, her face was blue, her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was opened wide in pain, as if frozen in a screaming expression.

Then Lynch started screaming.

His scream was different from the screams of ordinary people, it seemed to be the sea monster's roar full of sadness, hatred and rage, it was the simplest and most deadly hiss.The power of observation in his body that had been suppressed for more than ten years broke through the seal left by his mother in an instant and exploded. His hands quickly turned black and flaccid, his skin cracked inch by inch, and the surging colors burst out like phoenix wings. The sound rushed into the sky.

Lynch still doesn't have a good memory of what happened that day.At that time, he had been completely defeated by the cruelty and evil of human nature. The endless flames of hatred devoured his young mind, and finally untied the shackles that he didn't even know existed.He didn't know that the colors of the stars had been parasitic in his body, and he didn't know how he drove them.But on that day, the filthy and gorgeous brilliance of the stars covered the sky and swallowed all the German soldiers and officers stationed in the concentration camp overnight.When all the German soldiers were found, they seemed to have been corrupted for three months, bloated and smelly, and maggots were wriggling.And all the surviving prisoners who have not been sent to the gas chamber have already fled separately and disappeared.

Lynch's outburst caused him to be discovered by the Presbyterian organization in Germany. They took Lynch away and quickly got in touch with Lynch's father. All records are erased.From then on, it was as if the concentration camp had never existed.And quite a few of those Jews and prisoners of war who escaped were taken into other concentration camps again, and only a very small number successfully crossed the border and fled to Belgium.

Although he was saved, everything Lynch saw in the concentration camp had already been deeply imprinted in his mind.The moment the color of the star exploded, Edgar.Asher.Lin was already dead, and the one who survived was a high-ranking fifth-level observer of the Presbyterian Church who was completely disappointed in human nature.

At that time, Lynch did not return to England immediately. He took advantage of the Presbyterian Church's infiltrated relationship with the Nazis in Germany to perform several times as a singer in evening parties held by some military officers.His singing usually did not have an immediate effect on the partygoers, but usually soon after the party was over, the partygoers, especially the Nazi officers, often committed suicide one by one.After doing this a few times, the Council of Elders ordered him to stop immediately, because if he continued, he would expose himself and the existence of the Council of Elders.

In 1944, on the eve of the Allied Normandy landing campaign, Lynch quietly returned to England, only then did he know that his mother had died to save him.And the star color in his body was his mother's last gift to him.

He changed his name, abandoned his former identity and glory, and named Edgar.Asher.Lin this person is buried forever.