Haunted Places Live

Lynch thought for a moment, then nodded.

"If you want to know so much, just read it." Lynch's expression seemed a little uneasy, "However, that is not a good memory. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Chu Yang put down the cello, softened his eyes, and walked a few steps towards Lynch.He said softly, "Don't worry, maybe I can help you share some."

"Share? How?" Lynch sneered.

"A lot of painful memories, as long as one more person knows, you will feel that the pain will be alleviated. This is why many people want to cry when they feel physical pain, and want to talk when they feel pain in their hearts." Chu Yang also smiled, "In the academy, my friends in the same dormitory also disliked my stigmata ability at first, and then one of them borrowed his own memory to practice for me and became addicted. Forced me to read his memory."

"So you have become a trash can?"

"...I can't just read anyone's memory." Chu Yang said, raised his hand, hesitated in the air, and put it on Lynch's shoulder.He softened his voice, as if he suddenly became a psychiatrist, "Do you want to sit down? Or lie on the bed? It's best to be in a position where you can relax."

Lynch looked at the bed, then turned around and lay down, folded his hands on his stomach, and said with some amusement, "It's time to start, Doctor Chu."

Chu Yang pulled up a chair and sat by the bed.A thin cyan vine emerged from the gap of his shirt like a winding snake.With a small suction cup on the tip, it reaches Lynch's temple.

Lynch only felt as if the skin on his temple had been stung.

And Chu Yang's eyes were quickly covered with a translucent film, and his vacant vision was fixed on a certain point in the void, and quickly sank into Lynch's memory.

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Edgar.Asher.When Lin was in his early twenties, he had some resentment towards his father, Lin Qiao. Since he was a child, he had only met his father three times, so that he only knew a strange oriental name for his father—Lin Qiao.

Marianne.Although Campbell had given up his royal status, he still brought up Edgar as a prince.She gave him the most comprehensive care and the most perfect education, preventing him from seeing any darkness.Edgar didn't know his mother's relationship with the Presbyterian Church, and he had never even heard the name Presbyterian Church.He didn't know what kind of power was contained in his body, so he grew into a handsome and unruly young man.He likes to sing, but his mother has repeatedly warned him not to let others hear his singing.He has always listened to his mother's words, and he has never shown his singing talent anywhere. He has become a new star in the film industry by relying on his other talent - acting.

He was born at the end of World War I, just in time for the Great Depression.The whole world seems to have become dark and dark. The streets are full of homeless people huddled up. Many wealthy families lost everything overnight. They couldn't even find a job, so they could only beg along the street.However, Marianne's savings were huge after all, and although she had suffered some shocks, there were several manors under her name that could be sold, so Edgar's life was not affected too much.But the more so, when everyone is suffering, but he can still drink good wine in a comfortable restaurant with his upper-class friends, he feels a deep anxiety and guilt.He hopes to do something for this world, and hopes to contribute a little bit of hope.

Poverty, hunger, depression, and despair gradually fueled the anger and hatred in people's hearts, and extreme thoughts began to sweep across a country that was deeply humiliated by defeat.Under the guise of science, some people began to advocate eugenicism and began to hate certain groups of people who "took their job opportunities" and were "cunning and cunning".So the leader who echoed the trend of thought that people were getting out of control but had no fixed target came to power, and the heavy ship of history was approaching with that nightmarish war.

People want to find a resentment object for their suffering, want to find a gap for their irritability to vent, and want to gain strength in the collective.So they chose to pour all their malice towards a nation.

The force was terrifying, as Germany crushed Poland and began to push towards France, Belgium and Holland.People stood in front of the radio every day and listened to the battle report full of anxiety and fear, listening to numbers with unknown meanings, and felt as if there was invisible fear lurking in every cold word.Conscription started, and all the young people who ruled the world with that too extreme dark force rushed to the recruitment office in order to defend their homeland and motherland. After a short training, they were sent to the battlefield in batches.

That was Edgar's first disobedience to his mother, and he could no longer sit idly by, unable to continue to live his good life in peace, knowing that his companions were facing the thickest evil in the world - the evil created by countless people. evil.

So when he desperately broke through the bright world his mother arranged for him, and rushed into the real, cruel, and merciless world, he was not prepared for anything.

When he held the gun tightly with both hands, he was trembling uncontrollably while hiding behind the wall amidst the bullets flying all over the sky, and saw that his companion next to him was shot with half of his head blown off, and even the brains were splashed on his face. At that time, he regretted it.Fear is real, death is real, and your ideals and pride will not diminish you.The so-called glory, the so-called heroism, looked so embarrassing and dirty in front of the truth, showing ferocious fangs.

At that moment he couldn't think about anything at all, he just wanted to live.

He just wanted to go home, hear his mother call his name, smell her perfume, and drink a cup of rose tea she made for him.

Later, he died, like all his companions.He wasn't sure how long he had been dead, only that a bullet had pierced his chest.He tried to block the bleeding wound with his hands, holding some naive fantasy that this body could still be repaired, but he found that he could no longer control his body.He fell down, breathing heavily, but his lungs seemed to be unable to absorb any more oxygen.Cold, so cold, fear finally freezes in the depths of his beautiful pupils, and he falls into nothingness.

But he lived again.

Later, when he thought about it carefully, he felt that it might be better for him to die at that time.

He didn't know how he survived, even the wound was gone.All the British troops had retreated, and they left him there alone.

Soon, he became a prisoner of the German army.After a period of imprisonment in a prisoner of war camp, he was taken to Germany and placed in a labor camp.

In a short period of time, he changed from a young master who didn't know the sufferings of the world and ate caviar truffles to a prisoner who would devour even a piece of moldy hard bread.He never knew that he could work so hard and be so humble in order to survive.The German soldiers guarding the prisoners of war seemed to have become some kind of higher creatures than them, and even their own bodies and minds gradually adapted to this change.In front of German soldiers, even corporals, they dare not raise their heads to look at them, shrink their shoulders, for fear of being noticed.Just because those German soldiers would want to vent on their prisoners if their friends and relatives died in battle, or if they were just in a bad mood.Beatings are commonplace, and almost everyone has a tooth or two knocked out of their mouths.Although there are Geneva Conventions, at this time, without clear instructions from superior officers, no soldiers or junior officers will abide by them.

Once in a concentration camp, the situation was even more complicated.They were forced to be sent to military factories to do coolies together with Jews, prisoners of war from other countries, Chinese captured in the Chinese area, and even Germans who were found to have homosexual behavior. They had no protection measures in the pungent chemical smell. Some people's hands were corroded by chemicals so badly that they could no longer continue to work, so they would be taken away, and they did not know where they were sent.But Lynch thought, that must not be a good place.

Working day and night, sometimes without sleep for 48 hours straight.Extreme fatigue makes it difficult to stay awake. Prisoners often stumble and fall into the hot furnace. Sometimes, because they doze off when assembling parts, the whole person is involved in the machine and hanged. The shrill screams resounded from time to time in the factory occupied by the rumbling machinery.But many more people died of exhaustion or starvation.

Lynch is a person who has never even touched a broom, but now, his once slender and delicate hands are covered with scalded water cannons and worn out calluses.He never knew that people can be so tired, so tired that it is difficult to keep their eyes open, so tired that every step they take seems to be trying their best.He is even willing to sell his soul as long as he can close his eyes and sleep.But even so, the German guards thought he was walking too slowly, so they dragged him aside from time to time and beat him with a belt.When he thought he was going to faint and could finally rest, he was woken up again by a bucket of cold water, and was forced to continue carrying those heavy boxes.

Except for the four hours of sleeping, I do coolies all the time, but the only food I get is moldy bread and sour potato soup.But even so, he would lick all the dregs of the soup.

He caught a cold and started to have a fever, but he dared not let others know.He was afraid that they would also transport him to the so-called "No. 2 Battalion".

Battalion 2 was often mentioned among prisoners, and all those who were incapacitated by illness or injury were sent there.Nobody knew what was going to happen there, even some naive Jews said maybe they'd get those people a doctor.

But Lynch always felt that it was impossible.

He huddled under the thin, worn blanket, shivering from hunger and cold.He knew how cold he was, how hot his forehead was now.

Can you survive this time?he does not know……

Even if he can survive this time, how long can he last?

Can he still go home?

The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became, afraid that I would die in this hellish place.He tried his best to suppress his sobs, but there would still be one or two sporadic bursts.

At this time, a hand lightly pressed on his shoulder.

He peeked out a red eye from under the covers and saw a Jewish man in his 40s named Rosenberg.He lived with them in a cell with a son, a cute boy who was almost like a pistachio among the prisoners.But Lynch didn't talk to them much, probably because he had exhausted all his energy just to survive.

Rosenberg looked at him with deep brown eyes, and slipped something into his hand.

It's two pills.

Antipyretics?How can there be such a thing?

Rosenberg raised an index finger at him to signal him to keep quiet, and then quietly backed away.

It was only later that Lynch found out that a German soldier who sympathized with Rosenberg's child secretly gave him a few pills after the child fell ill.Such things were absolute contraband in the concentration camps, but they were also absolute treasures.

Lynch swallowed the medicine, and sure enough, he felt much better the next day, barely finishing his day's work.Rosenberg gave him two more that night.

He shook his head slightly, "No, thank you..."

"It's okay, I still have." Rosenberg looked at him gently.

Unlike Lynch, Rosenberg was used to doing rough and heavy work.After his wife died, he had to work several jobs at the same time to support his son because his family was poor.He could tell at a glance that Lynch was a flower grown in a greenhouse, a pampered young master, but now he was forced to enter this hell.

He sympathized with him, just as he felt sorry for his innocent children.

Since then, Rosenberg will often take care of Lynch.Teach him some pushing techniques so that he doesn't put too much stress on his spine.Even gave Lynch some of his own food in case he passed out from hunger at work.These little bits of kindness and concern are exactly what Lynch never got from his strange father.

A sudden warmth in the endless darkness can revive a person who is almost frozen.Lynch gradually felt that life was not so difficult, at least he had a companion.

Rosenberg's son Albert is a very cheerful boy, and Lynch doesn't even know how he can still smile sweetly and jump up and down in this environment.Albert seemed to like Lynch very much, and he didn't know if it was because children always liked good-looking people.He likes to pester Lynch to play chess. He found a lot of stones by himself, and painted the king, queen, rook, horse, bishop, and pawn crookedly on them with chalk, and Lynch was not allowed to admit defeat deliberately.Usually the adults go out to work, and he finishes it alone in the camp. If he makes any gadgets, he must be the first to show Lynch.

At night, Albert pestered Rosenberg to tell stories.Not fairy tales, but stories similar to sailor legends or German folklore.Rosenberg was such a good storyteller that sometimes even Lynch could be enthralled.So it almost became Rosenberg telling the story to Lynch and Albert.

Someone laughed and joked that Rosenberg had another eldest son.Rosenberg smiled heartily and rubbed Lynch's hair, "How could I have such a handsome son."

As a result, Albert on the side quit, "Dad! Aren't I handsome!"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, for a moment Lynch really forgot that he was in purgatory.It seems that he really has a gentle and loving father and a lovely younger brother.Those fatherly loves that he couldn't ask for in childhood were compensated to him in this dark and dirty place.

However, this paradise in hell, this short-lived illusion of happiness, is only an illusion after all.