The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

The wound was burning with pain, but Du Zijun's expression didn't change much, and he didn't plan to use medicine to heal the wound. He had a hunch that there would be more difficult problems ahead.

Marcel Knysler...

He repeated the name in his heart. As the first NPC with a surname, what kind of identity and role does she have in the whole incident?

Du Zijun walked into the shed—it looked spacious, but it could accommodate thousands of people to sleep for several nights, and the ground was only covered with simple hay.He heard the heads of the female prisoners talking to each other in the dark, saying, "Isn't the inside clean yet?"

"No, at least two more days."

"Fill it in, keep filling it in, these poor pigs."

Just these two sentences formed a rough guess about the concentration camp in Du Zijun's mind.

Behind "cleaning" must mean a large-scale death, which may be a shooting, or poison gas, or more likely a human experiment. The surviving prisoners are working hard to collect the corpses of their former companions; "continue to fill in" means The number of prisoners in the concentration camps has experienced a sharp drop, and this is not the first time this has happened, they are the next batch of unlucky ones.

What is going on inside, so that there are so many heavy soldiers with live ammunition stationed around when a large number of prisoners are dying and the number of prisoners is small?

Reminiscent of the two military officers with extraordinary physical strength, Du Zijun was crowded in the airtight hut, and he raised his face slightly to avoid rubbing the wounds with the crowded clothes of others.

It should be an experiment that is biased towards human body modification, he thought, but he didn't know what model they used to do this experiment, and they successfully transformed two Nazi officers.

The unbearable first day was so long that few people got any sleep.The area of ​​this hut can accommodate at most 300 people, but now, a full 400 people have been roughly crammed into it.Even though the women's bodies are soft and the floor space is small, none of them can squat down, they are all standing and crowded together.

They have only one meal a day, no water, and a piece of dry bread smaller than a palm is the daily life-continuing ration for female prisoners.Still, women carefully stash their rare possessions—wedding rings, gold pendants with photos of their husbands and family members, gemstone earrings from their grandmothers, or other more memorable treasures.Once these things are discovered by the prison chiefs, they will immediately snatch them by brutal means, and then use them to bargain with the guards for a small bottle of cheap gin.

Otherwise, however, they do not search the body, nor do they force the female prisoner to hand over these rare trinkets.The women were sallow and thin with chapped lips, but they were able to retain a small amount of courage in the face of difficulties, and they could hold these ornaments of spiritual comfort and murmur their prayers every night, as if they were holding the palm of a loved one.

Du Zijun watched coldly, but didn't speak.

He knew that the innocuous looting of the prisoner's head was not even a small fight, and when everyone entered the concentration camp, that was the beginning of the complete interruption and shattering of self-esteem and spine.

However, there is wine, and wine is a good thing.

Yu Zhaocha lingers in his shadow every night, making a restless growl that only he can hear.People's despair, as well as the strong blood of death emanating from the concentration camp all attracted the attention of the ghost. If Du Zijun hadn't controlled it, the gin that the prisoner and the guards drank every night would have long since turned into deadly rotting blood up.

Du Zijun is not interested in these cheap wines at all, but where are they stored, what channels are they transported in, where are the supply channels for concentration camps set up... All the above questions can be answered through Blood Wine Hanoi The ghosts tracked down clearly.

He licked his chapped lips, and listened silently to the whispers of the prisoners around him, exchanging the information they had obtained.Here, they were prematurely popularized the concepts of gas chambers and incineration chambers, and at the same time knew the final destination of the prisoners screened out the night before.Tears are something that can't be controlled, and amidst the whims of hope and despair, everyone is praying for the safety of their friends and loved ones. "Enter the concentration camp alive", their bottom line is lowered again and again, until the most humble appeal.

On the evening of the third day, all the prisoners were finally released from the huts and escorted by guards to the concentration camp.They walked through the electrified barbed wire, through the leaden straight avenue, through the many towers and searchlights, through the barracks, and arrived at the cleaning station.

[Main task ① has been updated: Help the key target escape (0/1)]

[Main quest ② has been updated: Redemption of the Jews (0/3258)]

[Main quest ③ has been updated: Destroy everything (0/1)]

Du Zijun's body paused.

Even the main task is three simultaneous tasks, and the second task requires players to rescue all the Jews in the concentration camp in a disguised form... What is going on in this world?

Before he had time to think about it, he was driven into the shower room by the head prisoner yelling at him.Different from the previous incineration room with the name of "bathhouse", the bathhouse of the cleaning station is a real place to take a bath. Even though the water flowing from the top is bitingly cold, it is still in the midst of the sweltering heat and crowded sweat and the smelly body odor. After being smoked for more than two days, the prisoners can finally wash off the germs and dirt on their bodies.

Facing many women who couldn't wait to tear off their dirty clothes, Du Zijun hesitated to undress.

"What's wrong with you, wash it quickly!" The Jewish women around warned him in a hurry. After a few days of getting along with each other, and the SS head nurse Marcel made things difficult for them, they were silent to the bruised cheek in front of them. The oriental girl is already very familiar, "Don't be shy, those...those people should come over with a whip in a while!"

It wasn't because Du Zijun was shy, he frowned slightly, pinched his fingers on the collar for a while, and finally undid the top button.

In the open bathroom, women's white naked bodies are jumbled in front of them, no matter their status or status, here, they can only strip naked like animals waiting to be slaughtered, and then abandon their shame, and hundreds of strangers Strangers of the same sex huddled together and showered under the freezing cold faucet.

—— Among them, the body of the oriental girl is undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

The Jewish women around stared at this incredible body in amazement. Du Zijun's coat was thrown into the simple clothes basket, followed by shirts, outer pants, cloth strips wrapped around his chest, and underwear.A creature between a girl and a woman stands in the hazy water mist, and its skin is as pale as a filter.His spine is straight, his body is thin and well-proportioned, and the lines from hip bones to long legs are elegant and concise, like a piece of cool jade.

He came and walked, and the eyes of the women followed him.They involuntarily stared at the jewel-like tattoos on their shoulders, which were so complex and radiant, laid out with soft emerald green, like a sea scroll in the floating world, floating a mermaid-like face, hovering on the plain white skin.

The people in the bathhouse were all naked female prisoners, but wherever he went, people all backed away, even if they stepped on the insteps of the people behind them, they didn't even notice it.

Damn it, Du Zijun thought blankly, the tits I saw today are really more than the sum of the past few decades.

The cold water rushed down from his back with such force that his skin turned red.Du Zijun blanked his eyes indifferently, facing the front.He is aware of his specialness, and also understands how much trouble this specialness will bring him in the concentration camp. Unfortunately, he has never been the one to shrink back because of foreseeable troubles.

"You... child, what is... on your back?" The woman next to him asked hurriedly, "Oh my god, this..."

"Anyway, it's going to get you in trouble, big trouble," muttered the Jewish woman on the other side. "We'll see."

"Stop being sarcastic, Ella!" The woman across from her diagonally gritted her teeth and yelled, "This won't make you feel any better!"

Du Zijun just felt baffled, he wiped off the water droplets on his skin impatiently, and said in a low voice: "Don't argue about me, it's enough to care about yourselves."

"Do you know what you're talking about, kid?" The older Jewish woman turned around, and she violently brushed aside her wet, messy black hair. "The flowers on your body... or paintings, whatever it is, Seen by that devil, how could she let you go? She is jealous of you, you touch your face, can't the pain wake you up? "

envy……

Du Zijun rubbed his hair silently. This is really a novel and amazing word. In his lifetime, this is the first time he has won the jealousy of a woman... a female NPC.

He shook his head, turned off the water flow, roughly wiped his body with the distributed dry hard towel, then got dressed, followed a few people who had finished washing here and there, walked to the disinfection room and sat down amidst the voices of discussion.

When there were more and more people around and the sound of the water in the bathhouse was inaudible, several SS soldiers walked in.

They spread out a blanket on the ground and said to everyone, "Ladies, now, please hand over all of your belongings—listen, we're talking about everything."

Here we come, Du Zijun thought to himself.

There was silence in the room, and then it became noisy like a pot exploded.Despite the oppression of the guns and the deep hatred and fear of the Nazis, women still gather around to ask if there is something to keep.

They narrated these objects and their stories loudly: the gold ring that the husband spent all he bought, the brooch that the mother gave to herself before she died, and the jewelry that would be passed on to her daughter in this way... The guards and prison leaders were overwhelmed by the turbulent confession. But they just sneered ironically, covering all the back stories with a short sentence.

"Hand over all your belongings, ladies, and it's best not to make us repeat it a third time."

Tears and words failed, and they surrendered.Amidst the low sobs, a burst of golden raindrops poured onto the army green canvas, and after a clatter, the guards mercilessly took it away.

Afterwards, Marcel Knisler walked in front of all the female prisoners again.

The whip on her waist was black and shiny, and the leather boots slapped the ground crisply, and she ordered darkly: "3 minutes. Within 3 minutes, take off all your clothes and put everything on your body by your left foot. Except for underwear Except for this, nothing else should be left. Now, start the timer!"