Wen Zheliu raised his eyes. The visitor's face was hidden under a wide-brimmed military cap. Combined with his height, it was difficult to see what he looked like, but his green eyes shimmered in the shadow. It has an inorganic texture like a cold-blooded animal.
Wen Zheliu had completely calmed down.
"I understand, sir," he said smoothly. "I am willing to oblige at any time."
"Very good." The visitor seemed a little satisfied. He walked past Wen Zheliu and said softly: "Heil hitler."
"...heil hitler." Wen Zheliu had no choice but to respond in a low voice. On the man's simple epaulettes, two gold stars shone brightly, making them look dazzling in the dim corridor.
… Would a senior commando squadron leader with the rank of SS captain come to guard a small concentration camp
Wen Zheliu looked at his back solemnly, and immediately understood in her heart that the man in front of her should be the "commander" mentioned by the guards before.
I just don’t know who the doctor the guard is talking about is...
He slowly walked back to his room. The powerful medicine in the system was playing its due role. His headache had eased a lot. When he looked around the room again, he could find many different details.
For example, the long black whip hanging next to the military uniform exudes a plush halo under the light. Without even touching it, you can think of how many barbs it has that can tear the human body apart. For example, he just glanced at the swastika flag hanging on the wall and turned his head away without seeing or bothering him; or for example, he picked up the photo frame on the table and looked at it carefully. Including himself, there were several numbers on it. There were two men and women. The captain was sitting on a chair by the river. Next to him was a man and a woman dressed as medical staff. There was also a pair of opposite-sex brothers and sisters with similar looks. Wen Zheliu guessed that this should be the entire SS leadership in the concentration camp. personnel.
PhD…
His eyes stayed on the male doctor in a white coat for a moment, then he put the photo frame down and picked up the form he had pulled out earlier.
For some reason, he still couldn't contact He Qin and the other two people, but Wen Zheliu's mood had long since become stable and calm.
He can feel that this world is more special than other worlds. If he insists on metaphor, it is equivalent to stepping from a fantasy movie to a war documentary movie. Even the player's attributes are forcibly suppressed by the system to the level of ordinary people, let alone Talk about the difficulty of your task.
The more real it is, the more difficult it is, but according to Wen Zheliu's character, the more difficult it is, the more he has to face it. Even if he is the only one left in the team, he will straighten his shoulders and shoulder the task with determination.
He looked at the form with one mark every seven days, casually took out a pen from the drawer, and suddenly smiled.
"The name One Flew Over the Bedlam is very misleading, so at the beginning, I couldn't match it with the plot in my mind," he murmured, "but if the Bedlam describes a concentration camp, then I'm completely Understood… "
"In a small town in 1740, Ceresa suffered inhuman abuse and abuse, but the gods she believed in failed to save her, which made her begin to doubt her own faith." He kept writing, and the tip of his hand was The paper rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound. "Looking at the timeline, she was exposed to the magic of the cult earlier than Mary. A year later, she decided to leave Arlington, so she taught Mary the magic of the cult, which made Jenny Returning to the world begins her revenge and a cycle that cannot be broken.”
The pen came out of the water smoothly, and Wen Zheliu wrote in one breath: "She traveled for a while. In the Age of Discovery, the world gradually became a whole. Therefore, she was able to go to Japan, where she noticed the abnormality of the Hisamatsu family and learned about the mermaid's life. Existence... and then gain eternal life from Long Ji."
"After that, a hundred years will pass by in a blink of an eye, and even the immortal cult leader will succumb to the world war provoked by human guns and artillery fire..." Wen Zheliu's pen tip finally paused, and he recalled his own In the sacrifice that Dawson saw in his dream, the girl was dying in a sea of blood and the heart was snatched from her mouth by a ghost.
"-Then, the flames of war refer to the current war, the ghosts refer to the Nazis, and the salsa refers to the captured Ceresa... In the main mission one, 'help the key person escape', this key person must be imprisoned in Here, the holy nun who asked the Nazis to study the heart of mermaids... No, Ceresa, right?"
There was a crisp sound of unlocking the door in his ears. Wen Zheliu was not surprised and continued: "That's why the system, as the incarnation of Ceresa, used such emotional words when announcing the mission this time. Even if you understand the truth, There is no need to understand the background of the world, and directly forcefully instruct the players to destroy it all... "
He put down his pen and sighed.
"When this world passes, it will be followed by the death of Theresa's lover and Happy Dawson's midnight joy show. Her tentacles will officially extend in all directions, causing an indelible impact on future generations...ah."
Wen Zheliu scratched the side of his face, and the broken hair made his cheeks itch: "I didn't expect that one day we would have to help the Holy Sister..."
He stared at the form in his hand, and the number of once every seven days looked very familiar: "So, where is the progress of the experiment now? SS doctors and scientists have calculated the onset time of mermaid blood, and they are probably preparing to create There is an immortal army. As for the experimental subjects, you don’t have to guess, they are the newly transported Jews. The experiment has been carried out more than once, and more than one batch of innocent people in this concentration camp may have died... It’s terrible, It's just terrible."
So far, he still hasn't seen the shadow of the other three people. Out of a lover's intuition, he was almost certain that the "hard nut" the commander mentioned was the imprisoned He Qin. As for Xie Yuanyuan and Du Zijun, since Wen Zheliu didn't see them among the officers, they were either assigned to the prisoner camp, or became prison leaders or guards... Either way, there was a risk of becoming experimental mice.
But to be honest, Wen Zheliu wasn't actually worried about these two people. Needless to say, Xie Yuanyuan, Du Zijun... The mermaid blood pressure in this world is simply ineffective against Du Zijun, and Long Ji will not allow it to be effective. His only worry is how to protect these innocent Jews and how to complete the target of 3258 without falling behind.
The competition with other players was forgotten by him. Wen Zheliu bit his lip and locked his eyes tightly on the black and white photo.
"I need... to think of a solution."
He whispered to himself: "Also, it's best not to tell me that these twins of the opposite sex are Hati and Skull of Muspelheim. It's okay to disrupt the situation once, and you can tolerate it twice, again and again. Come on, even the Buddha will be angry."
Adhering to the policy of killing those who are punished but not letting them go, Wen Zheliu opened a few drawers at the bottom and looked around. When he found the last drawer, he suddenly took out a small paper bag from inside, opened it and shook it. Something like a Bluetooth headset rolled out.
"?" Wen Zheliu frowned, "What the hell is this?"
Prop name: Communication headset
Grade:d
Launch type: None
Cooling time: none
Attack power: none
Effect: Ability to communicate instantly with the person wearing it.
Equipment level: 1
Prop introduction: Yes, I understand that this thing does not match the background of the times, but people who are looking for realism in the game world must have something wrong with their brains, right
Wen Zheliu: "..."
After working on it for a long time, the team communication tools are here! What does this mean? Do you want him to send it to his teammates one by one? And what’s going on with that last sentence? Don’t think people can’t see it when the planning copy uses props to introduce secretly dissing players!
Wen Zheliu was filled with nothing to complain about. He stared at them expressionlessly for a long time and finally put them in his pocket.
Forget it, go find Xie Yuanyuan tomorrow. Is there a curfew now
He looked outside and could only see the light of the searchlights sweeping back and forth, and even the faint noise at the beginning was gone.
... Anyway, I am still very worried about the Jews being transported below. It can be seen that all Zheliu can do now is to try his best to break into the leadership core of the concentration camp SS.
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After a night of worry, the sky becomes bright and I wake up automatically when I hear the willows breaking. He put on his military uniform jacket, fastened his armed belt, and after thinking for a long time, he hung up the whip.
You can't take out the cane yet, but if something happens, it's a good idea to use a whip to strangle someone.
He pushed open the door, but as soon as he took a few steps, he bumped into an oncoming guard.
"Sergeant!" the guard hurriedly performed a military salute. "The commander called you. Are you feeling better?"
Wen Zheliu was caught off guard and didn't even have a place to hide. He coughed a few times calmly and said hoarsely: "Much better. Where is the commander?"
"You come with me."
Hearing that Zheliu's plan to go to the place where Jews were detained was ruined, he shrugged and had no choice but to follow the guard and walk deeper into the concentration camp.
When he reached the center, the guard who led him handed over to another guard, and another guard led Wen Zheliu.
It seems that the destination is still a place with a relatively high level of confidentiality. He thought as he walked, writing down the route along the way.
After many strict identity checks, he passed through the barbed wire fence and fence and came to a gray building.
Wen Zheliu's expression remained unchanged and he walked in unhurriedly, but in fact, his heart was beating very hard at the moment. If the cold and damp environment around him was quieter, the two rows of heavily guarded guards might be able to hear him. The thumping sound of his heart hitting his chest. Because the closer he got here, the hotter the moon ring on his hand became - he was getting closer and closer to He Qin.
The iron door slowly closed, and Wen Zheliu stood in the elevator, watching the scenery outside slide down layer by layer, and finally landed in front of a cold corridor.
Wen Zheliu judged based on the distance and the speed of descent that this place was at least four stories above the ground.
The guard who led the way stopped walking forward, and Wen Zheliu stepped onto the rough ground alone. The sound of heels hitting him could not help but echo. He raised his arm and knocked on the iron door at the end of the corridor.
"Enter."
The door opened.
Wen Zheliu entered slowly. The first thing he saw was the huge glass wall that looked like an interrogation room. This allowed the person in front of him to stand in the room and look down at the hanging prisoner below.
Yuejie was as hot as fire. He gritted his teeth and endured it again and again to prevent himself from screaming.
-In the empty room at the bottom, there is only a lone torture rack. The man hanging on it has a bloody shirt and messy black hair. It turns out to be He Qin!
"You're here," the commander said emotionlessly.
"...Yes, sir." Hearing that Zheliu's heart was burning, he tried hard not to look down, "What are your orders?"
"Many days have passed, but our guest still hasn't spoken." The commander looked at He Qin thoughtfully through the floor-to-ceiling windows, "My adjutants have all given valuable suggestions. Since your health is better, Then can you use your excellent torture techniques for us and try it on our stubborn guest?"
Adjutants, guys.
Wen Zheliu raised his eyes and stared intently at the men and women standing beside the commander on the left and right in front of him.
They have similar looks and similar ages. They all have brilliant platinum hair, light brown skin, and a pair of gray eyes that are so pale that the color is almost invisible. They look like exotic brothers and sisters coming out of One Thousand and One Nights. At this moment, they were watching Wen Zheliu's reaction calmly and maliciously.
… Great, this familiar feeling, what more evidence do you need to declare your family status? It’s true that life never fails to meet, two friends from Muspelheim.
Wen Zheliu's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He reached for the whip on his waist with an unskilled hand and replied in a low voice: "... In that case, it's as you wish, sir."