Du Zijun's body froze slightly.
In any case, Yu Zhaocha is already ready to move under his feet, and Scarborough can throw out a fatal shot in an instant - even if his current physical fitness cannot withstand the strength of A-level props, but killing an SS officer, Still no problem.
All the women trembled with lips, almost jumped up and began to take off their clothes. Their fingers were trembling, even if there were heavily armed male SS soldiers outside the thin door, they did not dare to delay for even one second longer under the whip in Marcel's hand.
The coat was quickly peeled off, the belt was pulled away, and the dirty dress and thin woolen coat fell to the floor one after another. The large areas of snow-white skin, reddened by the cold water, were once again exposed to the cold air of early spring, and they instantly became visibly red. of tiny bumps. The first sound of the whip was loud and harsh, and the girl's scream was equally loud and harsh. Marcel scolded coldly in German and uttered a few words decisively.
"Hurry up! You fat pig."
Du Zijun lowered his head, and his hand movements were not slow at all, not slowing down because of the special tattoo. Yu Zhaocha had swam to Marcel's feet and was waiting. At the same time, he could also feel that the vicious eyes of the Nazi female head nurse were like venomous snakes looking for in the crowd, clinging to him invisibly.
He took off his coat and trousers, then untied his shoelaces and unbuttoned the shirt underneath - just when he was about to lift off the last piece of covering from his body, revealing a unique and gorgeous tattoo on his shoulder, he The tall Jewish woman in front took off all her clothes at once, straightened her back suddenly, and blocked Du Zijun, who was bowing slightly, behind her.
Du Zijun's eyes faced the dark gray concrete floor, and he was stunned for a moment.
The second woman also stood up. Her bare shoulders were trembling and close to the previous tall woman, followed by the third and fourth women. ... In front of Du Zijun, a piece of snow-colored birch seemed to grow without fear of jointing, weakly supporting the sky into the dark night.
—His body was completely covered.
Du Zijun maintained his previous posture and stared at the ground. He opened his lips and finally breathed out softly.
Three minutes to change clothes passed.
Marcel's line of sight was blocked by the naked bodies of the women. She wandered back and forth suspiciously, trying to find the slender and tall oriental figure among the white naked bodies. However, time was in a hurry and there was no extra time for her to waste. Her green eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, and finally she waved her hand and ordered everyone to go to the room next to her.
Wearing only their underwear, the female prisoners looked like a large group of driven ducks, walking barefoot to another room in full view of the public. The whistles and obscene laughter of the SS were endless. They could even throw away their guns during this brief moment of wantonness, thrust their hip bones into the air twice, and make various meaningful gestures.
The prisoners' faces turned red, and there were tears of humiliation and anger in their eyes, but they did not dare to say a word. They just speeded up, hoping to reach their destination soon. The delicate soles of their feet were rubbed red and broken by the rough gravel on the ground. They hurriedly and slowly reached the next house.
Marcel followed behind them, her high-collared white uniform and white gloves of the same color were meticulous, perfectly covering her exquisite body curves, forming a sharp contrast with these staggering and embarrassed prisoners.
She stood at the door of the room, not intending to go in. This made most of the prisoners more or less relieved, but then they were about to experience a nightmare of being forced to cut their hair.
Du Zijun was still looking for any traces of other players, and some of the Jewish girls were already sobbing and crying. There are many very beautiful girls among them. Their thick and dark ebony braids have not yet dried in the cold wind, and they have to be forced to separate from their bodies. What's more, this is not carefully trimmed, but an insulting mess. Cutting it is like grabbing the overly long hair of an animal and hastily messing with it. Those fluffy and beautiful long hair fell to the ground with a splash. The female prisoner who served as the hairdresser was not satisfied. She used two scissors, one left and one right, almost cutting open the prisoner's scalp.
Du Zijun didn't care how his hair would be ruined. He just stared at the sharp tip of the scissors, suspecting that it had been used as an execution weapon.
Do you really want this thing to hit your head
Yu Zhaocha lurked at his feet, eyeing every living creature in the room. It was already very hungry.
It was about to be his turn. At this moment, the Jewish woman named Ella who had talked to him in the bathhouse suddenly stood up.
There were a total of five prison heads in the house who were brought in to serve as temporary barbers - after all, this job of cutting prisoners' hair did not require much professional knowledge from a hair salon. She squeezed in front of the next girl getting a haircut and actually dug out a bright gold ring from her ear.
Ella put the ring into the palm of the prisoner's head, which immediately softened her mean look.
"That's an Oriental girl, she's still very young..." Ella prayed in a low voice, "She doesn't understand the language and can't speak. She had an illness before and her hair just grew back. Please don't embarrass her..."
"Come on, come on," the prison head spat rudely, while stuffing the ring into his stained apron, "Let her go away, you sit down!"
If Du Zijun was just silent before, then his mood is very complicated now. The woman behind him gently pushed on his exposed back and whispered: "You go your way, hurry up and move forward!"
He seemed to have become a precious object that was protected by relays. It was not until they left the barber room and were assigned their own clothes and shoes that the female prisoners dispersed to put on their prison uniforms.
After a while, Ella also murmured and touched her uneven short hair. Du Zijun looked at him and said bluntly: "That's your wedding ring."
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"Even if I have it, it won't make me feel any better," Ella sneered. "It's better to give it away to save yourself the worry."
"Ella is warm-hearted." The woman who had advised him in the bathhouse before forced a sad but very friendly smile, "She just has a bad mouth."
"Don't bother me, Anna." Ella complained in a low voice, "I'm already in a terrible mood."
Du Zijun looked at them for a long time. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but given the current situation, it was obviously impossible. In the end, he could only say lightly: "You helped me."
"What?" The remaining female prisoners gathered around in surprise, "I thought this child couldn't speak German!"
"Me too."
"I thought so too!"
Oriental faces naturally do not look old. Du Zijun didn't want to refute when he was called "child" or "little girl". He couldn't refute. He rubbed his middle two fingers with a little irritability - he was addicted to cigarettes. omen.
"No matter what, you will be rewarded." He said, his dark eyes looking deep and dark, as if pressing down on a mountain that cannot be disobeyed, "This is my promise, I promise you."
On the other side, Wen Zheliu woke up in an empty room.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a simple electric lamp swinging on the ceiling, and the bedding under him was also extremely rough. He touched the bed a little and realized that it should be evening at dusk.
There was a faint whistle in the distance, as well as the sound of uniform footsteps and slogans. Wen Zheliu hurriedly rolled out of bed. He saw that he was wearing a snow-white shirt and dark military trousers, lying on the bed. Next to him, there was a pair of leather military boots.
… This is where
He sat on the edge of the bed confused. The moon ring in his hand was still there, and the props in his backpack were all safe and sound - until he opened the system and found that in addition to the four basic values, all his remaining player attributes had been recorded by the system. Locked.
"... Damn it." Wen Zheliu cursed, "Is it more extreme than last time?"
He stood up with great difficulty. He didn't know whether it was because he was reduced to an ordinary person's physique or for some other reason. At this moment, his head hurt badly and his body was sweating.
Wen Zheliu walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside: dazzling searchlights, tall towers, and endless barbed wire... His expression suddenly changed, and he thought to himself that he had entered some kind of crazy asylum. Could it be that in this world? Is the lunatic asylum run militaristically
Something is wrong, so wrong.
He hurriedly turned on the light and walked to the small desk nearby to look for clues. According to this situation, he should also have an identity in this world, but I don’t know what role he played this time...
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.
Hearing that Zheliu was suddenly startled, he calmed down and said calmly: "Please come in!"
The frequency and actions of the person knocking on the door are very restrained and polite. It seems that this time he does not have an identity with a negative image...
While he was thinking, the door was pushed open, and a soldier in military uniform walked in. He put his fingers together and raised his right arm at 45 degrees. He first gave him a strange military salute, and then said: "Sergeant, Are you feeling better?"
Wen Zheliu opened his mouth and froze a little.
His dizzy head made his thoughts still confused. He felt that this military salute was very familiar, but he couldn't remember which country or regime he belonged to... He covered his forehead and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid. I'm still sick..."
"Would you like me to call a doctor for you, Sergeant?"
"No, I think I'd better lie down for a while..." Wen Zheliu shook his body, as if he couldn't support it, and sat down on the bed.
The soldier looked hesitant: "So, do you need me to help you ask for leave from the commander, sergeant?"
… What a lousy place this is, why is there still a commander
Wen Zheliu nodded almost impatiently and said hoarsely, "Sorry to trouble you."
"Okay, you're welcome, Sergeant." The soldier said, "It's just... I'm afraid you're going to miss out on some fun."
Wen Zheliu put down his hand in surprise and looked at the soldier in the dark room. At this time, with the light of the electric light, he could barely see the eagle logo on the soldier's cap.
… It felt more familiar and more ominous.
"What kind of fun?" he asked, suppressing his headache.
"Because the batch of Jews will be escorted soon, sergeant." The soldier reported truthfully, "It was originally your turn to do the picking work tonight, but now, the doctor has to do it himself."
Wen Zheliu's movements of rubbing his forehead suddenly stopped.
45-degree military salute, eagle logo, Jews...
The three words were connected together like lightning, and Wen Zheliu was instantly confused.
…concentration camps.
Bullshit "it's not an identity with a negative image", isn't the character he drew this time a fucking Nazi!
Seeing his dazed look, the soldier just assumed that his illness had not completely recovered. After saying a few words, he closed the door and went out.
Wen Zheliu jumped up from the bed and almost fell to the ground due to the wave-like dizziness. He took out a tube of potion from his backpack and drank it first. He rolled over to the desk and searched, and was finally discovered by him. Got some clues.
He found a complicated recording form in the drawer of his desk.
This table uses seven days as a cycle, with many different but very regular symbols marked on it. Wen Zheliu knew that this was an important clue, but now he didn't care about it. He just wanted to find out something more important that could prove his identity.
While he was searching, he anxiously called for the Star Ring. This world is different from other worlds in the past. There is not even a communication prop left for anyone. Wen Zheliu cannot contact Du Zijun and does not know where Xie Yuanyuan is. He can only go there through the contact method provided by the infatuated species. His name is He Qin.
He glanced at the newspapers on the table and hurriedly flipped through the blank notebooks in the drawer. Hearing Zheliu waited for a long time, but neither Xing Jie's response nor He Qin's emotions could be felt.
He immediately panicked. This was a sign he had never seen before. Did something happen to He Qin
... No, he immediately overturned his groundless conjecture. Not to mention who has the ability to cause He Qin to have trouble, the star ring alone is not a prop that can be removed from the bound person. After much thought, he still felt that this might also be a systemic problem.
Moreover, it has been a while since I came to this world, but the main mission has not yet been triggered... Is it possible that the normal use of communication props can be resumed only after the player triggers the main mission
Wen Zheliu gritted his teeth and thought for a while, then decided to go down there and take a look. The "newly imprisoned Jews" must be a very important plot scene. Maybe it can trigger the main mission
Thinking like this, he opened the door and walked out regardless of his still recovering body.
There was no one in the corridor, and there were no soldiers walking around. However, the chill of early spring was very distinct, making people even more dizzy. Wen Zheliu supported the wall and walked toward the stairs. When he turned the corner, he suddenly heard a voice.
"Sergeant."
This voice came from top to bottom. It was hoarse and light, like a poisonous snake's letter licking the ear. At first listen, it gave people goosebumps.
Wen Zheliu subconsciously raised his head and looked up. Against the light source, he saw the tall figure standing on the stairs. Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, the two lightning bolts still shone brightly on the SS uniform. , it hurts people's eyes.
...a Nazi officer, a Nazi officer with a military rank much higher than Wen Zheliu's current status.
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Wen Zheliu was lost for a moment, and then the Nazi officer standing on the stairs spoke again: "Sergeant, what are you doing?"
He came back to his senses and knew that he should salute this strange boss now. However, Wen Zheliu couldn't raise his hand or say those words. He didn't point his stick at this man. It's already very restrained.
He pretended to raise his right hand slowly, and halfway through, he covered it up with a sudden violent cough. The officer looked at him condescendingly, and finally waved his hand and said slowly: "Okay, sergeant, since you are sick, go back to your room to recover. The doctor has temporarily taken over your job. , but the future construction of concentration camps still requires your participation."
"Yes, ahem, yes, sir," Wen Zheliu had to take a step back to show that he would go back to his room obediently, "I understand."
The man slowly walked down the stairs. He was obviously a very self-disciplined person and seemed to have a serious case of mysophobia. The timing of each step down the steps was perfect, the collar and military boots were also clean, and the snow-white shirt cuffs exposed under the dark military uniform were even more dazzling. He shortened the distance from Wen Zheliu step by step, and said softly: "Of course, when dealing with some hard bones... we also urgently need your whip."
Wen Zheliu's heart trembled because of the noun in this sentence.
"A tough nut to crack"... Who is this talking about? Could it be He Qin