The Cyanided Heart+ Extra

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"Kate! Anne might just be really scared..." Amy hurriedly stood in front of Annie, "Don't be like this...Kate!"

"Yes...we also promised to protect her." Buford sighed, "I can't turn a blind eye to the weak, I think Reed thinks the same..."

Kate hesitated and looked away: "I...well, okay..."

Amy sighed in relief.Annie was clutching Amy's sleeve nervously at this moment.

"Annie, don't be afraid." Amy smiled, "Kate...even though she said so, she will definitely protect you!"

"Is that so, thanks...thank you..."

Kate sat silently in the corner.Buford was studying the railing, and Amy sat with Annie.

"Annie, do you live in Leningrad?" Amy asked in a low voice.

"Oh...no." Annie shook her head, "I used to live in Minsk, but I lost my parents later, so I lived with a relative here."

Amy hugged her knees and looked at Anne.Short black hair and a one-sided ponytail, a little dust on the white shirt, and a pair of brown leather shoes under the red plaid skirt.The same -- exhaustion was written on her little face.

"...Ah, what I said was a little too much." Annie lowered her head, "I always take care of myself, I...haven't thought about everyone's feelings. I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, everyone thinks the same as Anne." Amy smiled, "Kate and Buford both have their own difficulties... It's just that they don't want to say it, and they don't want us to worry... Like this."

"Ah... everyone is working hard." Annie smiled lightly.

...

If we rewind the time to a day later... we can see Mengele put down the phone rudely.Because not long ago, an unpleasant request came from the receiver.

"Why did the Medical Research Center suddenly request a large supply of experimental subjects?" Mengele asked, suppressing his anger.

"I'm just passing on the request of the Medical Research Center to you." The staff member sighed, "These are legal requests, you should know..."

"Okay, hurry back and report." Mengele clenched his fists, "I refuse to supply."

"But..." The words of the staff seemed to be stuck in the receiver—the phone was hung up by Mengele.

Mengele frowned and stared at the moonlight coming in through the window bars. The light and darkness intertwined like the iron bars of a prison. At this moment, Mengele was like its prisoner...with an expression of resignation.

Who exactly is hindering himself over and over again.Mengele closed the cap of the pen casually, and wrote his experimental plan in black and blue ink on the paper, such as participating in the streptococcal infection experiment designed by his camp.

And the consequence of refusal is probably to be forced to collect the experimental body.But it doesn't matter.Mengele picked up the pen, dipped in the ink and continued to write his experimental plan.Since time is limited... the best way is to improve efficiency.

In short... let yourself use enough first.He circled on the brief cell guide map and crossed out most of the cells used for experiments.

Chapter 14 Chapter 14: The Silent Battlefield

Our world is full of people who are crazy about nuclear weapons but know nothing about morality.We know more about war than peace, and we know more about killing than saving lives. --Omar Bradley

Wendy stood at the intersection of the street full of battles and loaded her own Mosin-Nagant. Stones and smoke flew in, and she avoided their attacks sideways.Not long ago, she accompanied her gun to end the lives of several German soldiers.

all the best.Wendy raised the corners of her mouth triumphantly, one more hit means more peace.She thought so.Just keep going with the first and third teams.

...

The smell of dust mixed with straw poured into Amy's nose, and she coughed twice and sat up.She seemed to be asleep, and Amy rubbed her eyes.Dim lights spilled from dirty bulbs, swaying in the breeze that streamed in through the door.

Is it day or night?Amy has no concept of time, she doesn't know how long she slept.

She moved towards the iron railing.There was no one in the old concrete floor corridor, not even a patrolling person, it was eerily quiet--only the lamp was better than nothing.

Amy eavesdropped on conversations in other rooms.Probably all of them are "it's over" and "I don't want to die", and some don't understand... probably in other languages.

"...Amy?" Came a soft call from behind, it was Buford.Kate probably dozed off in the corner because of exhaustion, while Anne was holding her knees in a daze, as if about to fall asleep.

"Ah, Buford." Amy turned her head, and Buford winked mischievously at her.

"I heard Reed talk about this place." Buford stroked his chin, as if he was thinking, "Auschwitz concentration camp, right... Reed said that almost no one left here alive."