The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Du Zijun's body froze slightly.

In any case, Yuzhaocha is already ready to move under his feet, and Scarborough can throw a deadly shot in an instant—even if his current physical fitness cannot withstand the strength of A-level items, but he can kill an SS officer , or nothing.

All the women moved their lips and almost jumped up and began to take off their clothes.Their fingers trembled, and even if there were heavily armed male SS soldiers just a thin door away, they didn't dare to delay even a second under the whip in Marcel's hand.

The jacket was quickly peeled off, the belt was pulled away, and the dirty dresses and thin woolen jackets fell to the ground one after another. Large areas of snow-white skin that was reddened by washing in cold water were exposed to the cold air of early spring again, and instantly turned into a naked eye. tiny bumps.The first lash of the whip was loud and harsh, and the girl's scream was equally loud and harsh. Marcel scolded coldly in German and spit out a few words decisively.

"Come on! You fat pig."

Du Zijun lowered his head, his movements were not slow at all, and he never slowed down because of the special tattoo.Yu Zhaocha has already swam to Marcel's feet and waited. At the same time, he can also feel that the Nazi female head nurse's sinister eyes are like poisonous snakes looking for in the crowd, sticking to him as if invisible.

The jacket was taken off, the trousers were undone, and then he undid the shoelaces and unbuttoned the shirt inside—just as he was about to take off the last cover from his body to reveal a very special and gorgeous tattoo on his shoulder, he A tall Jewish woman in front of her 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 were on the dark gray concrete floor, and he was stunned for an instant.

The second woman also stood up, her bare|naked shoulders pressed against her flesh, shivering, and at the same time, she was intimately close to the previous tall woman, followed by the third and fourth ... In front of Du Zijun, there seemed to be a fearless and jointed snow-colored birch growing, weakly supporting the sky that entered the dark night.

——His body was completely covered.

Du Zijun maintained the previous posture, staring fixedly at the ground, he opened his lips, and finally let out a soft breath.

3 minutes to change clothes has passed.

Marcel's 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 numerous white nudes, but time was running short and there was nothing left to waste for her.Her dark green eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, and finally waved her hand, ordering everyone to go to the next room.

The female prisoners, wearing only their underwear, looked like a flock of driven ducks, walking barefoot to another room under the watchful eyes of everyone.The whistles and obscene laughter of the SS soldiers can be heard endlessly, and they can even throw away their guns during this short moment of insolence, push their hip bones into the air twice, and make all kinds of gestures that mean sex.

The faces of the prisoners were flushed, and there were tears of humiliation and resentment in their eyes, but they did not dare to say a word, they just speeded up, hoping to reach their destination immediately.The soles of their delicate feet were rubbed red and broken by the rough sand and stones on the ground. They hurried and finally reached the next house.

Marcel followed behind them. The high-necked white uniform and white gloves of the same color were meticulous, perfectly wrapping the exquisite body curves, forming a sharp contrast with this group of staggering and embarrassed prisoners.

She stood at the door of the house and did not intend to go in, which 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 traces of other players, and some Jewish girls were already sobbing and crying.There are many very beautiful girls among them. Their ebony-like thick and pitch-black braids have not been completely dried in the cold wind, and they will be forced to separate from their bodies. What's more, this is not a meticulous trimming, but an insulting mess. Cutting it is like grabbing the overgrown hair of livestock and messing with it a few times in a hurry.The fluffy and beautiful long hair fell to the ground with a thud, and the female prisoner who was the barber was not satisfied, so she ruthlessly cut the prisoner's scalp with two scissors, one left and one right.

Du Zijun didn't care how his hairstyle would be ruined, he just stared at the cold and sharp tip of the scissors, wondering if it was once used as a sharp weapon for execution.

Are you really going to let this thing hit your head?

Yu Zhaocha lurks under his feet, staring at every living thing in the room, it is already very hungry.

It was his turn soon, and at this moment, the Jewish woman named Ella who had talked to him in the bathhouse before suddenly stood up.

A total of five prison heads in the house were pulled to act as temporary barbers-after all, this job of cutting prisoners' hair did not require much professional knowledge of the hair salon.She squeezed in front of the next girl who had a haircut, and actually pulled out a bright gold ring from her ear.

Ella stuffed the ring into the prisoner's palm, which immediately softened her harsh expression by three points.

"That's an oriental girl, still very young..." Ella begged in a low voice, "I don't understand the language, and she can't speak. She had a disease before, and her hair just grew out. Please don't embarrass her..."

"Come on, come on," the prisoner spat rudely, and at the same time tucked the ring into his stained apron, "Let her go, sit down!"

If Du Zijun was just silent before, his mood now is very complicated.The woman behind him gently pushed on his bare back, and said in a low voice, "Go your way, hurry up!"

He seemed to be a precious object protected by a relay, until after he left the barber shop and was allocated his own clothes and shoes, the female prisoners dispersed to wear their prison uniforms.

After a while, Ella also murmured and touched her short, uneven hair. Du Zijun looked at him and said bluntly, "That's your wedding ring."

"Even if I have it, it won't make me feel better," Ella said sarcastically, "It's better to send it out, so I don't have to worry about it."

"Ella is a warm-hearted person." The woman who persuaded him in the bathhouse before forced to show a sad but very kind smile, "She just has a bad mouth."

"Don't bother me, Anna." Ella complained in a low voice, "I'm already in a bad mood."

Du Zijun watched them for a long time. He really wanted to smoke a cigarette, but considering the current situation, it was obviously impossible. In the end, he could only say flatly: "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!"

The oriental face is not born to look old, and was called "children" and "little girls" one by one. Du Zijun didn't want to refute, and he couldn't refute. omen.

"No matter what, you will be rewarded." He said, his dark eyes were deep and firm, as if pressing an irresistible mountain, "This is my promise, I promise you."

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On the other side, Wen Zheliu woke up in an empty room.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the simple electric lights dangling on the ceiling, and the bedding under him was extremely rough. He touched the bed a little, and realized that it should be the dusk of the evening.

A faint whistle sounded from a distance, as well as the sound of uniform footsteps and slogans. Wen Zheliu hurriedly turned over from the bed. He saw himself wearing a snow-white shirt and dark military trousers on the bed. Beside him was a pair of leather military boots.

……This is where?

He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, the moon ring in his hand was still there, and the props in the backpack were all safe and sound—until he opened the system and found that except for the four basic values, all the remaining player attributes of him were all controlled by the system. locked.

"...Damn." Wen Zheliu cursed in a low voice, "Isn't it more extreme than last time?"

He stood up with great difficulty, and he didn't know whether it was because he had fallen into an ordinary person's physique or for some other reason. At this moment, his headache was severe, and his body was also sweating profusely.

Wen Zheliu walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside the window: dazzling searchlights, tall towers, and endless barbed wire... He immediately changed his face, thinking that he had entered some kind of crazy asylum, could it be that this world The lunatic asylum is managed by militarization?

Not right, so wrong.

He hurriedly turned on the light, and went to the small desk beside him to search 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.

Wen Zheliu was startled suddenly, he calmed down and said quietly: "Please come in!"

The frequency and movements of people knocking on the door are very restrained and polite. It seems that what he has this time is not some identity with a negative image...

While he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open, and a soldier in military uniform came in, pointed his fingers together, raised his right arm at 45 degrees, first gave him a strange military salute, and then said: "Sergeant, Are you feeling better?"

Wen Zheliu opened his mouth and froze a bit.

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: "Sorry, I'm afraid I'm still ill..."

"Shall I call a doctor for you, Sergeant?"

"No, I think I'll lie down for a while..." Wen Zheliu shook his body, as if he couldn't support himself, and sat down on the bed.

The soldier looked hesitant: "So, do you need me to ask the commander for leave, Sergeant?"

...What kind of broken place is this, why is there still the Commander?

Wen Zheliu nodded impatiently, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Okay, you're welcome, Sergeant," said the soldier, "just . . . you're missing out on some of the fun."

Wen Zheliu put down his hand in some surprise, and looked at the soldier in the dark room. At this moment, with the light of the electric light, he could barely see the eagle logo on the soldier's military cap.

...feels more familiar, and less so.

"What fun?" He asked, holding back his headache.

"Because the Jews are about to be escorted, Sergeant." The soldier reported truthfully, "It was your turn to pick them up tonight, but now, the doctor has to go in person."

Wen Zheliu's original movement of rubbing his forehead suddenly stopped.

The 45-degree military salute, the eagle logo, the Jews...

The three words were connected together like lightning, instantly knocking Wen Zheliu into a daze.

...concentration camps.

Shit "it's not an identity with a negative image", isn't the character he drew this time a fucking Nazi!

Seeing his dumbfounded look, the soldier thought that his illness had not fully healed, and after saying a few more words, he closed the door and went out by himself.

Wen Zheliu jumped up from the bed suddenly, and was almost hit by the wave-like dizziness to the ground. He took out a tube of potion from his backpack and drank it first. There are some clues.

In the drawer of his desk, he found a complicated record form.

This form takes seven days as a cycle, and many different but very regular symbols are drawn on it.Wen Zheliu knew that this was an important clue, but now he couldn't care less about it, he just wanted to dig out something more important that could prove his identity.

While looking for it, he anxiously called Xing Ring.This world is different from other worlds in the past. There is not even a communication tool left for people. Wen Zheliu can't contact Du Zijun, and he doesn't know where Xie Yuanyuan is. It's called He Qin.

Taking a cursory glance at the newspaper on the table, he hurriedly flipped through the blank notebooks in the drawer. He heard that Zhe Liu had waited for a long time, but he didn't see Xing Jie's response, nor could he feel He Qin's emotions.

He panicked immediately, this was a sign he had never seen before, could something have happened to He Qin?

... No, he immediately overturned his unreasonable conjecture, not to mention who has the ability to cause He Qin to have an accident, the star ring alone is not a prop that can be taken from the binder.After thinking about it, he still felt that this might also be a problem with the system.

Besides, it's been a while since I came to this world, but the main mission hasn't been triggered yet... Could it be that the normal use of communication items can only be resumed after the player triggers the main mission?

Wen Zheliu gritted his teeth and thought for a while, and decided to go to the bottom to take a look. "The Newly Arrived Jews" must be a very important plot scene, maybe it can trigger the main task?

Thinking like this, he pushed open the door and walked out regardless of his still unhealthy body.

There was no one in the corridor, and there were no soldiers walking around, but the chill of early spring was very clear, making people dizzy even more.Wen Zheliu supported the wall and walked towards the stairs, when he turned the corner, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Sergeant."

This voice was transmitted from top to bottom, it was hoarse and thin, like a poisonous snake's letter licking the ear pinna, at first hearing, it gave people goosebumps.

Wen Zheliu subconsciously raised his head and looked up. Against the light source, the person standing on the stairs was extremely tall. Even though his face could not be seen clearly, the two lightning logos were still shining brightly on the uniform of the SS , It hurts people's eyes.

...a Nazi officer, a Nazi officer whose military rank is much higher than Wen Zheliu's current identity.

[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)]

The jingling sound of the system prompts can be heard endlessly, and the three main missions were updated in one go!

Wen Zheliu just lost his mind for a moment, then the Nazi officer standing on the stairs said again: "Sergeant, what are you in a daze for?"

He came back to his senses, and knew that he should salute this strange boss now, but Wen Zheliu couldn't lift his hand, and he couldn't say that word, he didn't have a stick to level A at this person, It is already very restrained.

He pretended to raise his right hand slowly, and halfway through it, he covered it with a sudden and intense coughing sound.The officer was condescending, looked at him very oppressively, finally waved his hand, and said slowly: "Okay, Sergeant, since you are sick, go back to your room and recuperate, the doctor has temporarily taken over your job , but the construction of concentration camps in the future still needs your participation."

"Yes, cough, yes, sir," Wen Zheliu had to take a step back, revealing that he would obediently return to his room later, "I understand."

The man walked down the stairs slowly. He was obviously a very self-disciplined person who seemed to have a serious cleanliness obsession.The timing of every step down the steps was perfect, the collar and military boots were clean, and the cuffs of the snow-white shirt exposed under the black military uniform were even more dazzling.He shortened the distance with Wen Zheliu step by step, and at the same time said softly: "Of course, when dealing with some tough bones...we also urgently need your whip."

Wen Zheliu's heart trembled sensitively for the nouns in this sentence.

"A tough nut to crack"... Who is this talking about?Could it be He Qin?