The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Du Zijun: "...Uh."

Xie Yuanyuan asked mysteriously: "Then...do you have the answer?"

Wen Zheliu flipped through it casually, and said calmly: "Of course, there is an enhanced version of the three subjects of politics, history and geography with answer analysis, which will give you all-round theoretical guidance, and it is worthwhile."

Du Zijun: "You don't know...you really need to use a supplementary book...to instruct...prisoners to revolt..."

Wen Zheliu smiled: "To be honest, it's actually not possible. High school philosophy told us to analyze specific issues in detail. Although the situation in the concentration camp is not complicated, the force in the hands of the SS is overwhelming. Even if they don’t count the guns, they also raised a large number of monsters contaminated by mermaid blood underground... [-] prisoners, it’s not an overwhelming revolutionary force at all.”

Du Zijun said: "Then 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 settlements of the Jews and their religious beliefs that are incompatible with the surrounding people, they were born in a situation of being excluded. The character of being accustomed to patience, the cruel continuation system implemented by the Nazis... They may be able to protect a prisoner who they think is dangerous because of the good education and traditional virtues they have 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 had learned.Accustomed to patience and being willing to endure is the greatest quality he has seen from Jewish women during this time.Even if you are whipped, your rations are deducted, you are humiliated, your dignity is trampled on... In any case, "Only by living can you see the final victory, not to sacrifice your life to solve the immediate hatred and shame."

They will help themselves get rid of the trouble of tattoos out of some noble spirit, out of love for their friends, out of the projection of sympathy, but their anger is far from enough.It's like 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 deeply rooted and stuck in the bones of the entire nation," Du Zijun finally said, "You want me to solve this... I am possessed by a holy nun, and I can't change them all at once. "

Wen Zheliu said: "Think of a way so that they don't have to turn into Samson Shakers all at once. My brother won 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, Everyone has to die as experimental subjects."

"Even if our attributes and strength are all suppressed to the level of ordinary people, we still have props, powers and miracles to display," Wen Zheliu said, "Since we can't liberate our spirit for a long time, let's do it in seven days. "

Du Zijun frowned, bit his lower lip and said, "...OK, let me figure out how to operate it."

"Yuanyuan." Wen Zheliu turned and shouted.

Xie Yuanyuan: "Hey, hey."

"Avoid the concentration camp commander, the man with the two stars on his shoulder you saw the other day," Wen Zheliu said, "then use your strengths, contact Jiang Shanxiao, and convey my meaning to them. The world, we need to work with them."

Xie Yuanyuan: "Okay, I see."

"If they want to know information about Celesa, 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."

"OK," Xie Yuanyuan said, "I'll go and talk."

"As for the last thing..." Wen Zheliu said, "I need Du Zijun to help me."

"what?"

"How far can your ghost be away from you?" Wen Zheliu touched his chin, "I have something here... I need your help to feed it to others."

The next day, Wen Zheliu went to the underground laboratory, Xie Yuanyuan went to look for Chi Qingliu, Yu Zhaocha finally played its role under Du Zijun's hands, the poisoned blood wine melted into each guard's wine bottle, like a chronic virus, slowly spread They interweave a gorgeous fantasy dream.

The three invisible filaments extended from No One Sleeping, like a gradually wrapped spider web, slowly surrounded the entire concentration camp in the undercurrent and turbulent underground.

"Welcome, Sergeant!" Dr. Fabian, still wearing a mask, hat and gloves, greeted him standing in front of the laboratory bench without looking back, "Please sit here!"

Wen Zheliu hesitated: "I... just sit here?"

"Yes." Fabian said, "otherwise, do you still want to help me, Sergeant? This is not your field of expertise."

Wen Zheliu smiled, but did not speak.

He knew that the struggle for power in the concentration camp was an invisible war. In order to complete the task as soon as possible under the premise of attribute suppression, the closer to the power center of the concentration camp, the easier it was to operate.The twins subtly instigated, using their relationship with He Qin as an excuse; he used the method of changing camps to gain Felix's trust, and the false news He Qin gave gave him a chance to get close to the experimental subject.But out of some concerns, the commander still chose to send him here, not wanting him to intervene in the ground affairs of the concentration camp.

That is to say, Wen Zheliu's current situation is very delicate.

"Sergeant." Fabian called him suddenly, "Please hand over the tray over there to my beautiful deputy, thank you."

Wen Zheliu came back to his senses for a moment, he looked aside, and hurriedly handed a nickel-plated tray to the tall nurse wearing a mask.

She glanced at him, green eyes as cold as a snake's under the mask.

Wen Zheliu said softly: "Master Marcelle?"

She paused for a moment, then turned around without saying a word, and placed the tray on the laboratory table.

They were studying the corpse of a monster. There was no blood in the air, only a strong fishy smell.

Wen Zheliu naturally supported his chin with his hand, and knocked twice regularly next to the earlobe.

"Received." Du Zijun threw away the heavy steel rail in his hand, "When she comes back, remember to notify me."

Even during the day, the power of Yuzhaocha would be greatly weakened, but it was still more than enough to deal with the prisoner and guards who got drunk for a few nights.

He stood before Ella and her friends, the woman who had used a gold ring to save him from the humiliation that would come with a haircut.In fact, these women are tall and strong, and they are also very 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 very important housewives in the Jewish community.

It is for this reason that they are always guarded by a prison head or guard.

One of the women saw him throwing away the work in such a fair manner, standing in front of them, she couldn't help but looked around nervously, and asked: "What's the matter, Oriental girl? Are you crazy, they are still around us Look at it like a tiger!"

Du Zijun raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and several nearby guards turned around staggeringly.

"Not now," he said. "Don't be afraid, the matron isn't here."

They were all stunned, not knowing what kind of witchcraft or magic it was.Ella stared at him vigilantly, and asked tentatively, "God, you...you bought them all?"

Du Zijun said bluntly: "This is what 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 wobbled away.

The women looked at each other in amazement. This mysterious oriental girl was as uncompromising as the ice on the sea, the snow on the waves, but he was able to use such... such an incredible ability.

"Or...is this some kind of hypnotic magic?" Another woman tentatively guessed.

"Hypnosis, magic, witchcraft, magic... Whatever you think," Du Zijun said, "It's just that I promised, you will definitely get something in return."

Ella opened her mouth and asked blankly, "But, what kind of return can you give us?"

"Freedom, isn't that enough?" Du Zijun said, "Leave here, stay anonymous with friends and family until the end of the war...isn't that enough?"

The women smiled, their smiles were very bitter, as if they were silently resisting and mocking the future he promised.

"Where can we go, magician!" Anna cried, and in order not to attract the attention of the prisoners around her, she hurriedly dragged across a steel rail, "The whole of Europe is German, we have nowhere to go, Do you understand? The Poles, the British, and the French don't know how to accept us, and they dare not accept us. We are heretics in their eyes! At this point, where can we go?"

Ella said: "Anna is right... We are homeless people who are guests in other people's countries, living on usury jobs, Europeans hate us, Germans hate us, and even if we leave Facing the end of being hunted down..."

"Don't leave," Du Zijun interrupted her coldly, "then die."

Anna's eyes widened in surprise: "You, how can you say that... We work, we work, we would rather just eat a little clear soup and bread every day, as long as we can last until the end of the war, I heard that the Germans on the front line have already We're starting to lose battles..."

Yes, the war was over and the battle was defeated. If it weren’t for the successive defeats on the battlefield ahead, there wouldn’t be heavy soldiers surrounding this small concentration camp layer by layer, and the Jews wouldn’t be transported in batches to serve as experimental living subjects.It is precisely because of the tense battle that they will gradually shift their focus to this place, hoping to use the secret of the mermaid heart to create an invincible immortal army.

The commander of this anonymous concentration camp was a cronies directly responsible to the Nazi Führer.

"You can't wait 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 at once, and the dirt between her fingers rubbed it together. She hurriedly asked, "Where are you going? The gas chamber or the incinerator?"

It is 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."

There were two distinct clicks from the earphone again, Du Zijun straightened his body, and said to the dumbfounded prisoners: "Whether you die on the way to freedom, or linger under the ravages of the laboratory until you die, it's your choice. But One thing to remember: coming here, luck is something that does not exist, and each of you is equivalent to being sentenced to death with a suspended sentence."

The third snap of the fingers, the influence of the poisoned wine slowly faded, the head prisoner and the guards all turned around in a daze, not knowing how much they drank last night.

Without turning his head, Du Zijun said: "I have given you the news, think about it yourself."

Wen Zheliu looked at Marcel who had taken off his protective clothing to reveal a dark military uniform underneath, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you going out?"

Wen Zheliu's appearance is his greatest disguise, no one would be cold to such a young man with a warm smile who looks like the sun, not even the famous femme fatale in the SS.

Marcel glanced at him, with dark eyebrows, delicate and colorful red lips opening and closing: "Yes, it's afternoon, I want to see if the group of Jewish bitches are working well. Please stay here and take good care of the experiment progress."

"Okay," Wen Zheliu paused for a moment, and then smiled, "I will."

On the other side, Xie Yuanyuan also successfully connected with Chi Qingliu.

The inherently optimistic and forthright character of Sichuan and Chongqing people made Chi Qingliu quickly get along with other prisoners in the concentration camp. Here, humor is a crucial spice. With a comforting sense of humor, it's not all that bad.

"President Chi!" Xie Yuanyuan whispered in his ear, "Can you hear me!"

"Oh my god, Ge Laozi is so scary!" Chi Qingliu trembled in fright, "Little brother, don't scare me, you know that people are scary and scary!"

Xie Yuanyuan hurriedly said: "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Without waiting for Xie Yuanyuan to explain his intention, Chi Qingliu adjusted his mood and asked impatiently: "By the way, little brother, you, have you seen Gu Xi?"

"Ah, I see," Xie Yuanyuan didn't even think about whetting his appetite, and said briskly, "I've told him everything you said."

"How is it?" Chi Qingliu asked excitedly, "Is he all right, hasn't he been bullied?"

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 the episode of that night, but Xie Yuanyuan was not very good at lying, and Chi Qingliu was able to run such a large club, so he thought about it It was clear, so the smile sank at once.

"Someone moved him, didn't he?" Chi Qingliu was carrying the steel bar, and his expression suddenly became like he wanted to eat people. "The prisoner doesn't have that leisurely mind, is he in charge of guarding him? I'm going to fuck him..."

"Nothing, nothing!" Xie Yuanyuan said quickly, "I threw them out one by one, and he didn't suffer any injuries. It's okay!"

He is really a child who is not very good at comforting others, now that Chi Qingliu immediately knew that there were two men who harassed Gu Xi, 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 when you came to find me now?"