Haunted Places Live

As the war raged on, the work became more and more onerous.More sickly people were sent to the "Second Camp," and then carloads of new prisoners were pulled in.

Later, not only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, but also some prisoners who were obviously disgusted by individual officers would soon disappear.Those disgusts are not limited to race, some people simply disappear after a few days just because they look too "mum" or look gay.

In this case, Lynch's situation is also precarious.

One of those homophobic Christians was a tall and burly officer named Merrick, who had just been transferred to run the camp, and on his first day on the job he gave a speech saying he would never allow Dirty things happened in his camp.Immediately afterwards, almost all the prisoners in the No. [-] Camp that were rumored to be locked up because of homosexual behavior quickly disappeared.When building a factory once, Merrick rode a horse to inspect the construction site, and soon noticed Lynch who was pulling a heavy trailer full of bricks and trying to climb up the slope built with wooden boards. His sinister eyes followed He moved for a while in slow motion, showing no emotion.

Rosenberg noticed, and he reminded Lynch more than once to be careful of that officer.

But think Daozu, he is fish.No matter how careful the fish is, if the butcher wants to, it is impossible to escape the fate of being slaughtered.

Lynch knows that he prefers men, but he was a public figure before, and in order to maintain his image, he has been careful to hide his true preference, and has always appeared as a polite prince.Later, after joining the army, I had no time and opportunity to think about these things.So until now no one knows his sexuality.He didn't understand how he was targeted by the officer.

Sure enough, Merrick began to make trouble for Lynch intentionally or unintentionally.Give him the heaviest and dirtiest work, let him clean the cesspool or burn the garbage.Once, he was even arranged to manually repair the machine in a large cutting machine that was stuck by a loose screw. If Lynch hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have cut off his right hand by the rows of rotating blades by a centimeter.Torturing Lynch seemed to be his great pleasure, which gradually expanded to the pleasure of a small group of guards headed by him.

Their usual posture was to stand together, smoking and talking and laughing, and occasionally glanced at the prisoners beside them with mocking and malicious eyes.When they are in a bad mood or in a good mood, any prisoner who happens to pass by them will be called over.If you're lucky, you'll be fined if you get whipped. If you're unlucky, they'll come up with all sorts of perverted ways to torture you.In the coldest winter day, let you jump naked into the glacier to "swim", use a bayonet to carve letters on the prisoner's body, or drag them behind the horse and run wildly...

Lynch has endured all these tortures.No matter how obedient and resigned he was, they would only torture him harder, torture him as if they were forcing him to "show his true form."

Most of the guards are very young, with childishness and innocence still on their faces, they can also joke and play with each other, and when they see a visiting girlfriend, they will rush to embrace them with bright flames of love in their eyes, as if ordinary college youth.But when they faced the prisoners, the Jews who had no influence on them, and the dissidents who were labeled as "heretics" and "enemies", they would suddenly put on a very vicious face, instantly Complete the transformation from man to beast.

Lynch didn't understand why those people did these things with peace of mind, and it seemed that everything they did was just and with peace of mind.

In the middle of the night, Lynch was lying on the bed, biting the blanket tightly.Rosenberg was trying to clear the insulting German words that the guards had carved on his back with clear water.The wound was deep, and the flesh and blood turned outward. There was no ointment, and it was unknown whether it would be infected.

Every time he rubbed it, Lynch trembled in pain.Albert beside him was so anxious that he burst into tears, Lynch had to endure the pain and smiled to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, I don't hurt."

"That won't work..." Rosenberg murmured, "We've got to find a way to get some medicine."

"Where are you going to get it?" said the 50-year-old uncle next door, "You can't lie about being your son again, can you? I think they have begun to suspect you. You'd better be more honest recently."

Rosenberg also knows that things are different now than in the past.The officer who sympathized with him and his son was transferred away, and the special care was naturally cut off.The frequency of Lynch's injuries has increased significantly these days. After the anti-inflammatory drugs were used up, he reluctantly applied for some from the symbolic medical office under the pretext of Albert's fever, and was interrogated suspiciously by the military doctor for a long time.If I try to use the same reason again, I'm afraid I will get into trouble.

Can……

The wound was not properly disinfected, and the body was not given enough time to rest. Sure enough, the infection worsened.Lynch only felt dizzy, his back was burning, and even rubbing against his clothes was unbearably painful.Bloodstains and pus leaked out from under the tattered clothes, and his hands were limp and limp.In this situation, I have to push a heavy cart, and my steps are vain when I walk, and my eyes are dark.His knees softened and he knelt down, trying to stand up but couldn't.

An officer yelled sharply, and came angrily with a whip.The whip was raised high, and it was about to fall on Lynch who was already on the verge of fainting.But at this moment, Rosenberg suddenly rushed over to stand in front of Lynch, begging humbly, the guard was furious, whipped Rosenberg across his head and face, and left after he calmed down.

Rosenberg didn't care about the whip wounds on his body, because he knew that Lynch might really die.

Even if he didn't die from the infection, he would lose the ability to work, and would soon be sent to the second camp under this pretext.

At night, Rosenberg looked at Lynch, who had a high fever and fell into a semi-comatose state, and was still talking nonsense, and listened to him muttering in English in a low voice, "Mom, I want to drink cream soup..." His vicissitudes It's hard to hide the distress and sadness on his face.Albert got up from the bed under a blanket, walked quietly to his father, and asked with a sob, "Is he dying?"

Rosenberg put his arms around Albert and said with determination, "No, brother won't die, dad will find a way."

Lin Qi entered a strange dream in a daze.In the dream he was surrounded by a strange, filthy mass of color that seemed to swirl in a gutter like oil.Those colors were not mist, but pure colors, whirling and dancing around him, leading up to some indistinct chaotic and huge physical darkness, like a majestic and chaotic vortex.

He felt that the things were alive, that they spoke to him.An unspeakable sense of evil crawled thickly on his skin, and he felt like he had turned into a larva, wrapped in a huge cocoon, unable to move.

His hands and feet were heavy, and his body was very heavy.The feeling of fear soaked through his scalp, and he began to struggle, exhausting all his strength, but his body was so heavy that he couldn't even move a finger.

Chaotic images flooded into his mind, and he saw a lot of crazy pictures in an instant.The ruins of an ancient huge city buried by wind and sand, the scarlet sun, the tentacles hanging down like a forest in the dark sky, the sticky lumps of meat surging on the ground, and finally thirteen balls of light of different sizes .

Even the smallest of those light spheres are beyond imagination, beyond the range that the human eye can accept.Sacredness and evil impacted the minds of mortals at the same time, and a kind of profoundness and vastness related to eternity made him more and more frightened, just like an ant facing the whole sea.

He felt that the thirteen balls of light were speaking to him, but he wasn't sure if it was a voice or something else.It doesn't seem to speak a language, at least not any language Lynch knows.Those strange thoughts flowed through his mind like a long river, and the feeling of being so hot that it was about to burst made him howl in pain.

Then he woke up.

At that time, the two prisoners in the same room were already helping him wipe his body and prepare for his funeral. When they saw him open his eyes, both of them were shocked.

Overnight, Lynch, who was clearly on the verge of death, miraculously improved, and even the redness and swelling on his back subsided a little.Lynch propped up his still heavy body and looked up at the beds of Rosenberg and Albert.

It was found to be empty.

"What about them?" Lynch asked immediately.

Everyone in the same room suddenly fell into an unnatural silence, and a haze of fear, grief, and hatred was cast on every face.

Lynch's heart skipped a beat, and his hairs stood on end, "What's going on? Where are they? Why are things missing?"

The man in the next bunk was silent for a while, and finally told him everything.

Seeing that Lynch was dying, Rosenberg decided to take the risk and go to the medical office to steal some antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs.He wanted to steal it as an excuse to give Albert some cold medicine, but he was discovered.

Some guards and officers were taken to torture Rosenberg harshly all night, and he was sent to the second camp the next day.

Lynch was dumbfounded when he heard the thunderbolt, "Then... what about Albert?"

"...Of course I sent him off with my father."

"No... no..." Lynch lifted the quilt and was about to rush out, but was stopped by everyone.He was still struggling, "I'll tell them, it's me, it's my fault...it has nothing to do with them!"

"You have been in a coma for five days! They have already arrived at the second camp!" A prisoner shouted loudly, "You are looking for death by going out now!"

five days...

At that moment, Lynch thought, it would be great if he really died.

If he is really dead, at least he is worthy of Rosenberg and the innocent Albert who sacrificed their lives to steal the medicine for him.

Why... He was the one who lost the ability to work, but they didn't transport him away?

The next day, when Lynch and everyone else were kicked out of the barracks to continue building a new factory, Lynch actually walked straight towards the officers and guards.All the Jews, captives, and prisoners around did not dare to speak out, and hurriedly turned their eyes away, trying to stay away from the scene as much as possible.

Seeing Lynch staring at him striding forward, a sneer appeared on Merik's sinister face.Several guards immediately raised their rifles, pointed at Lynch and cursed, "Damn pig, do you want to rebel?! Go back!"

Lynch paused slightly and said loudly, "I'm applying to go to the second camp!"

He knew that he couldn't save people even if he went, but at least, he could die together.

Merrick laughed loudly, and asked sharply, "Is it because of that Jewish thief? I knew you two were mistresses, otherwise he wouldn't have done that kind of murderous thing. It's disgusting."

"We're innocent! He's just here to save me!" The father-like man he relied on in his heart was said to be like this, and Lynch's anger overwhelmed his fear.

As soon as the words fell, the whip came over overwhelmingly.As if he didn't feel the pain, he let the whip leave bloodstains on his body, until finally his legs couldn't support him, so he half-kneeled on the ground.

"Heh, you are still stubborn when you are about to die. You unbelievers, disgusting beasts and thieves, ah, and his son, with such a father, will be the same beasts and thieves in the future."

Merrick said, opening his mouth, "Do you know what we did to that man named Rosenberg?"

His heart was firmly grasped, and Lynch stared at his blood-red eyes, as if he wanted to kill someone.

Merrick stepped forward and brushed Lynch's cheeks with his fingers ambiguously, "We cut off the thing he used to satisfy you. How about it, do you want to keep it as a souvenir?"

Lynch roared and rushed forward, but was quickly kicked in the side by military boots, then punched and kicked, followed by another whipping to death.

I don't know if it's because he didn't want Lynch to get what he wanted, but Merrick never sent Lynch to the No. [-] Battalion.

Lynch tried his best to cause trouble, and even tried to instigate a group of prisoners of war to resist and escape.However, both the prisoners of war and the Jews have long been terrified by the brutal behavior of the guards, thinking that as long as they obey and do not resist, they can survive, and no one is willing to resist with him.Lynch was greeted with endless beatings, but each time he was assured that he would not die.

Lynch felt that Merrick regarded himself as some kind of toy.

Perhaps Merrick, who hates homosexuality on the surface, is actually deeply attracted to handsome homosexuals in his heart.The constantly suppressed desire distorted his character, making him more and more bloodthirsty and tyrannical, and finally turned into this sinister and perverted Nazi officer.He likes to see the bloody, howling, bruised and crippled men who "tempt" him to degenerate, in order to punish these emissaries sent by the devil.

Lynch saw Albert again, when he was transferred to do "cleaning" work.

The guard who led them at that time did not explain the content of the cleanup. Lynch thought it was to clean up the cesspool or garbage again.

However, they were pulled to another nearby camp, outside a huge and oppressive building.Two or three tall chimneys rushed into the sky, billowing thick smoke constantly.

The air was filled with a pungent rancid smell, and even the guards covered their noses unbearably.

When entering the gate of the camp, Lynch saw Merrick standing on the platform on the second floor looking down at their team of cleaners.Inexplicably, Lynch had a bad premonition.

When he saw the mountain, he couldn't even believe that he was in real reality for a moment.

A mountain of blackened and rotting corpses.

Carloads of corpses were still being transported over. The guards, wearing masks, impatiently dumped the carloads of corpses at the foot of the mountain like trash, cursing and saying that pigs stink even if they rot.

It turns out that this is called cleanup.

It turned out that many so-called "factories" were actually gas chambers and cremators.The Nazis drove the prisoners of the second camp in batches, and shipped out their leftovers in batches.Too many people were killed, and the corpses were piled up here before they could be burned, and they were left to rot and maggot in the sun, exuding the smell of corpses, attracting mice and crows to gnaw.

Now that the guards are short of manpower, the prisoners are called in and asked to send the corpses of their compatriots to the incinerator that are so rotten that no one wants to touch them.

In the end, it was the little corpse that gave Lynch a fatal blow.

Albert, his body was black and blue, his once round cheeks had begun to swell due to initial rot, his eyes that were once glazed beads were wide open, and a maggot was crawling.When Lynch saw him, his mouth moved a few times.Just when Lynch thought it was a hallucination, he saw a mouse come out of his mouth.

Lynch's body began to tremble, and the nausea rose from his stomach, but failed to rise to his throat.

That moment, Edgar.Asher.Lin is completely dead.

In that moment, a mountainous mass of grief, hatred and self-loathing swallowed him up.Something exploded in his head.

His hands began to rapidly blister, crack, and rot, but no blood flowed out... Some kind of strange and dirty color replaced the blood, and gradually spread evil wings under his skin.

He still doesn't know what happened, he only knows that he wants to clean up and he wants revenge.

He will let those real maggots burn in the fire of hell.