Du Zijun: "... Uh."
Xie Yuanyuan asked mysteriously: "Then... do you have an answer?"
Wen Zheliu flipped through it casually, and said calmly: "Of course I have it. The three-in-one enhanced version of Politics, History and Geography comes with answer analysis and will give you all-round theoretical guidance. It's worth it."
Du Zijun: "You don't...really need to use a teaching aid book...to guide...the prisoners to revolt..."
Wen Zheliu smiled: "To be honest, it's actually impossible. High school philosophy tells us to analyze specific problems in detail. Although the situation in the concentration camp is not complicated, the force in the hands of the SS is overwhelming. Even if you don’t count the guns, they also raise a large number of monsters contaminated by mermaid blood underground... Three thousand prisoners are not an overwhelming revolutionary force at all."
Du Zijun said: "What do you mean?"
Wen Zheliu said softly: "But the spirit of resistance is very important, isn't it? For a long time, due to the scattered living areas of the Jews and their religious beliefs that were incompatible with the surrounding people, they were born in a situation of being excluded. In addition, They have a character accustomed to patience, and the cruel conjoined system implemented by the Nazis... They may be able to protect a prisoner they think is dangerous because of the good education and traditional virtues they received since childhood, but they may not have more determination to try to fight. Is that right?"
Du Zijun stopped talking, which coincided with the information he learned. Being accustomed to patience and being willing to endure it was the greatest quality he saw in Jewish women during this period. Even if you are whipped, deprived of rations, humiliated, and have your dignity trampled on... no matter what, "Only by surviving can you see the final victory, instead of risking your life to solve the hatred and shame in front of you."
They will help themselves get rid of the trouble of tattoos because of some noble spirit, love for their friends, and projection of sympathy, but their anger is far from enough. It's like a plate of loose sand, Du Zijun thought, and it's hard for me to get them out of this mental state.
"This is a problem left over from history. This problem is deep-rooted and rooted in the bones of the entire nation," Du Zijun finally said, "If you want me to solve this problem at once... I am possessed by a holy nun, and I can't reform them at once."
Wen Zheliu said: "Think of a way so that they don't have to turn into Samson who shakes the pillars all of a sudden. I bought seven days for all of us. During these seven days, let them know that there is a way out for resistance. If they don't resist, It’s better if everyone is killed as a guinea pig.”
"Even if all our attribute powers are suppressed to the level of ordinary people, we still have props, strength and miracles to show off," Wen Zheliu said, "Since we can't free our spirits for a long time, let's do it in seven days. "
Du Zijun frowned, bit his lower lip and said, "...Okay, you let me think about how to operate."
"Yuanyuan." Wen Zheliu turned around and called out.
Xie Yuanyuan: "Hey, hey."
"Avoid the concentration camp commander, the man with two stars on his shoulders that you saw that day," Wen Zheliu said, "then use your expertise to contact the people in Jiangshanxiao and convey my meaning to them. In this world, we need to work with them.”
Xie Yuanyuan: "Okay, I understand."
"If they want to know information about Ceresa, you can tell them as appropriate, but only after they agree to cooperate." Wen Zheliu said, "There is only one condition for cooperation, and that is to absolutely act according to my plan."
"Okay," Xie Yuanyuan said, "I'll go talk."
"As for the last thing..." Wen Zheliu said, "I need Du Zijun to help me."
"What?"
"How far can your devil be away from you?" Wen Zheliu touched his chin, "I have something here... I need your help to feed it to people."
The next day, Wen Zheliu went to the underground laboratory, and Xie Yuanyuan went to look for Chi Qingliu. Yuzhao Tea finally played its role under Du Zijun. The poisonous blood wine blended into every guard's bottle, like a chronic virus, slowly giving rise to... They intertwined a gorgeous fantasy.
The three invisible filaments extending from No One's Sleep, like a gradually surrounding spider web, slowly surrounded the entire concentration camp in the undercurrent of the underground.
"Welcome, sergeant!" Dr. Fabian, still wearing a mask, hat and gloves, stood in front of the experimental table without looking back and greeted him, "Please sit here!"
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Wen Zheliu hesitated: "I... just sit here?"
"Yes." Fabian said, "Otherwise, do you still want to help me, sergeant? This is not your area of expertise."
Wen Zheliu smiled but said nothing.
He knew that the struggle for power in the concentration camp was an invisible war. In order to complete the task as quickly as possible under the premise of attribute suppression, the closer to the center of power in the concentration camp, the easier it would be to operate. The twins subtly instigated, using their relationship with He Qin as a handle; they used the method of changing camps to gain Felix's trust, and the false news He Qin told also gave him the opportunity to get close to the experimental subject. But out of some concerns, the commander still chose to send him here, not wanting him to interfere in the above-ground affairs of the concentration camp.
This means that Wen Zheliu's current situation is very delicate.
"Sergeant." Fabian suddenly called him, "Please pass the tray over there to my beautiful deputy, thank you."
Wen Zheliu came to his senses immediately, looked aside, and hurriedly handed a nickel-plated tray to the tall nurse wearing a mask.
She glanced at him, her green eyes under the mask were as cold as a snake.
Wen Zheliu whispered: "Mother Marcelle?"
She paused for a moment, then turned around without saying a word and placed the tray on the experimental table.
They were studying the corpse of a monster. There was no blood in the air, only a strong fishy smell.
Wen Zheliu naturally held his chin with his hand and tapped twice regularly next to his earlobe.
"Copy that." Du Zijun threw away the heavy rail in his hand, "Remember to notify me when she comes back."
Even though Yu Zhaocha's power would be greatly weakened during the day, it was still more than enough to deal with a few drunken prison heads and guards at night.
He stood before Ella and her friends, the woman who had saved him from the humiliation of a haircut with a gold ring. In fact, these women are all very tall and strong. They are good at expressing their opinions, and there are always more female prisoners willing to listen to them. It can be seen that before the war years, they were also housewives with high status in the Jewish community.
It is also for this reason that there is always a prison chief or guard nearby.
When one of the women saw him throwing away his work so openly and standing in front of them, she couldn't help but look around nervously and asked: "What's wrong, Oriental girl? Are you crazy? They are still near us." They’re watching with eager eyes!”
Du Zijun raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and several nearby guards staggered around.
"No more now," he said, "Don't be afraid, the head nurse isn't here."
They were all stunned, not knowing what kind of witchcraft or magic this was. Ella stared at him warily and asked tentatively: "God, you... have you bribed them all?"
Du Zijun said bluntly: "This is something I should have shown you on the first day, but I didn't have time to show it."
He snapped his fingers again, and the hyenas waddled away.
The women looked at each other in amazement. This mysterious oriental girl was as taciturn as the ice on the sea and the snow on the waves, but he could use such...such incredible abilities.
"Or... is this some kind of hypnotic magic?" Another woman tentatively guessed.
"Hypnosis, magic, witchcraft, magic... whatever you want," Du Zijun said, "It's just that I promised you that you will definitely get something in return."
Ella opened her mouth and asked blankly: "But, what kind of reward can you give us?"
"Isn't freedom enough?" Du Zijun said, "Leave here and stay anonymous with your friends and family until the war is over... Isn't this enough?"
The women smiled, and the smiles were very bitter, as if they were silently resisting and mocking the future he promised.
"Where can we go, magician!" Anna shouted. In order not to attract the attention of the prisoners around her, she hurriedly dragged her across a rail as if to cover up. "The whole of Europe is German, and we have nowhere to go. Do you understand? Those Poles, British, and French people will not and dare not accept us. We are heretics in their eyes! At this point, where can we run? "
Ella said: "Anna is right... We are vagabonds who are guests in other people's motherland, living by loan sharks. Europeans hate us, Germans hate us, even if we leave here, we will still face The consequences of being hunted down..."
"If you don't leave," Du Zijun interrupted her coldly, "then you will die."
Anna's eyes widened in surprise: "You, how can you say that... We work, we labor, we would rather eat just a little soup and bread every day, as long as we can survive until the end of the war, I heard that the Germans on the front line have begun The battle was defeated..."
Yes, the war was over and the battle was defeated. If it hadn't been for the successive defeats on the battlefield ahead, there would not have been heavy troops surrounding this small concentration camp, and Jews would not have been transported in batches to serve as living experimental subjects. It is precisely because of the intense war that they gradually shift their focus here, hoping to use the secret of the Mermaid Heart to create an invincible immortal army.
The commander of this nameless concentration camp was a close aide who was directly responsible to the Nazi Führer.
"You won't last until the end of the war," Du Zijun's patience was almost exhausted by them. "Tonight, the first group of people will be taken away. If there is no accident, you will never see them again."
Anna grabbed the rough prison uniform, rubbing it with the dirt between her fingers. She quickly asked: "Where to send it? The gas chamber or the incinerator?"
It's a place a thousand times more terrifying than that. Du Zijun said: "It's a laboratory. If you don't escape, all of you will become experimental subjects."
Two distinct clicks came from the earphones again. Du Zijun straightened up and said to the stunned prisoners: "Whether you die on the way to freedom, or linger under the torture of the laboratory until you die, you make your own choice. But Remember one thing: when you come here, luck is non-existent, and each of you is equivalent to a suspended death sentence."
With the third snap of his fingers, the influence of the poisonous wine slowly faded away. The prison head and the guard both turned around in a daze, not knowing how much they drank last night.
Du Zijun said without looking back: "The news has been given to you, think about it yourself."
Wen Zheliu looked at Marcel who had taken off his protective clothing, revealing a dark military uniform underneath, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you going out?"
Wen Zheliu's appearance was his biggest disguise. No one would be cold-hearted towards a young man with such a warm smile who looked like the sun, not even the famous femme fatale in the SS.
Marcel glanced at him, with a sinister look on his face, and his delicate, rich red lips opened and closed: "Yes, in the afternoon, I want to see if those Jewish bitches are working well. Please stay here and take good care of the experiment." progress."
"Okay," Wen Zheliu's expression paused for a moment, then he smiled, "I will."
On the other side, Xie Yuanyuan also successfully connected with Chi Qingliu.
The naturally optimistic and generous character of the Sichuan and Chongqing people made Chi Qingliu quickly get along with the other prisoners in the concentration camp. Here, humor is a vital spice. With a gratifying sense of humor, it's not all that bad.
"President Chi!" Xie Yuanyuan whispered in his ear, "Can you hear me!"
"Oh shit, I'm so scary!" Chi Qingliu shivered with fright, "Little brother, don't scare me, you know I'm scary to death!"
Xie Yuanyuan said hurriedly: "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it!"
Before Xie Yuanyuan could explain his purpose, Chi Qingliu adjusted his mood and asked impatiently: "By the way, little brother, have you seen Gu Xi?"
"Ah, I see you," Xie Yuanyuan said cheerfully without trying to seduce him, "I also told him what you said."
"How's it going?" Chi Qingliu asked excitedly, "Is he okay? He's not being bullied, right?"
Xie Yuanyuan scratched his face: "... Uh, this..."
Gu Xi knew Chi Qingliu's character very well, so he specifically asked Xie Yuanyuan not to tell him about the episode that night. However, Xie Yuanyuan was not very good at lying, and Chi Qingliu was able to run such a large club, and he had no regard for these things. He was so thorough that his smile suddenly fell.
"Did someone touch him?" Chi Qingliu, carrying the steel bar, suddenly looked like he wanted to eat someone. "The prisoner doesn't have that leisure, does he? Is he responsible for guarding his area? I have to kill him... "
"It's okay!" Xie Yuanyuan said quickly, "I threw them out one by one, and he didn't get any injuries. It's okay!"
He was really a child who wasn't very good at comforting others. Now Chi Qingliu immediately knew that there were two men harassing Gu Xi, and he became even more angry. But he knew the priorities, so he thanked Xie Yuanyuan first: "Thank you little brother, you can help him, I accept your kindness. Tell me, what happened to you to come to me now?"