Colonel, don't draw your gun

Stauffenberg and his wife Nina.

To be honest, his wife really doesn't look good...

When I got home, I saw that there was no one in the living room on the first floor, only the housekeeper Henry greeted me at the door.

"Where's Madam?" Klaus handed him the briefcase in his hand.

Henry took his leather bag and coat, and made a fuss towards the second floor, "The lady and the young masters are in the bedroom upstairs, and Dr. Harder is checking them up."

Klaus frowned, is it really serious this time?

Henry could tell what he was thinking by looking at his expression. Although he didn't have the right to intervene, the worrying housekeeper couldn't help but said, "Sir, you've been really busy recently, and you haven't come back for nearly a month. However, it is normal for Madam to worry about you."

"Since Earl Herdorf entrusted me with the police station, then I will not disappoint his expectations. If something goes wrong, it will be difficult for him to explain it."

"But you were very busy before, but you were never so disregarding your family." Henry muttered softly.

Klaus didn't want to explain so much to him, so he turned around and went up to the second floor.

The little child was lying in the warm blanket, with an abnormal blush on his pink face. It seemed that he did have a fever, and it seemed to be a little serious.

Dr. Harder looked at the thermometer he took out of his mouth, then tried his hot forehead, and smiled at the worried young mother, "Madam, don't be too nervous, the young master just has a low-grade fever... Before he finished speaking, Klaus pushed the door open and came in.

"Hello, Mr. Earl." Doctor Harder greeted him with a smile.

Klaus nodded to him, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, touched his son's flushed cheeks, then turned his head and asked Harder, "How is the situation? Is Hans' illness serious?"

Uh, if it hadn't come in suddenly, I would have finished talking...

Dr. Harde replied while packing his medicine box, "The child's headache and brain fever look scary, but it's not that serious. The temperature has fluctuated up and down in the past few days. The young master must have not covered the quilt at night. If you catch a cold, as long as you take your medicine on time and get a good night's sleep, you'll be fine."

Nina was still a little worried, "Is it just that simple?"

"Of course," Hader pushed his eyes and lifted the medicine box. "When the weather changes suddenly, keep the child warm, and these problems will disappear."

The meaning behind these words is to accuse Mrs. Stauffenberg of not taking good care of the children. He has been here four times this week, and the children are sick in turn. True or false, it shows that the mother is somewhat negligent in caring for the children. .

Nina answered "Yes" with some embarrassment.

Klaus was a little unhappy to hear him talk like this. Whether his wife is good or bad is not up to an outsider to judge.

After all, I am also partly responsible for the child's illness. If I don't go home for such a long time, it is inevitable that my wife will think wildly.

"If you don't have any other instructions, then I'll ask the butler to take you out. This place is relatively remote, and it's not safe to walk at night."

Without waiting for him to speak, Klaus called Henry, "Send Dr. Harder away. Remember, you must send the person safely to the intersection."

Knowing that this was his order to evict the guest, Harder shrugged helplessly, still nodded politely to him, and then left with Henry.

Nina walked to the other side of the bed and sat down, looking at her sleeping son guiltily, not knowing how to explain her gaffe to her husband.

The couple sat facing each other, with their child sleeping in the middle, but Nina suddenly had the illusion that it was not the child blocking them, but an invisible wall.

As soon as such thoughts popped up, Nina quickly put them aside.

She believed that her husband would never do anything out of line.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and the room was very quiet, only the child's slight snoring could be heard.

Klaus felt a little depressed. As a husband, it was necessary to appease his wife's depression.

But what to say?

Do you want to tell her the truth about why you don't go home?Klaus slapped the thought away in embarrassment, if that was the case, the family would come to an end.

He didn't want to lose his wife, and he didn't want to break up the family, but it was impossible for him to give up Dana.

A man who wants to have both, but who can hold back the spring but can't keep the wind, is not good at lying, he is very strict with others and himself, but in this case, he can only choose to lie to his wife.

"Nina, I can't go home often these days due to work, so I've neglected you a bit." Klaus said carefully, "It's also my responsibility to be a father when the child is sick. Don't feel too guilty."

Nina lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttered, she was very cute and pitiful.

Her expression reminded Klaus of Dana's eyelashes, which were also so long and thicker than hers, like a small fan.Especially when he entered him by himself, the thick eyelashes covered the beautiful eyes, and there were still broken teardrops hanging on them, precariously.

That kind of weak appearance that made him unable to help himself would only arouse his primitive desire even more.

Well!stop!

At such a tense moment, why do you think of this kind of thing again!

Klaus tapped his forehead, trying to get rid of those disturbing images. What he should do most now is to dispel Nina's suspicion and improve the relationship between husband and wife.

Nina was listening to him carefully, but now she was taken aback by his sudden movement, "What's wrong with you, dear? Do you have a headache?"

Klaus rubbed his forehead and nodded weakly. It was not just a headache, he felt his brain hurting.

This is the so-called self-inflicted evil.I thought to myself.

"What can we do now! Dr. Harder has already left," Nina anxiously turned around, "I guess he hasn't gone far, I'll chase him back!" As she said that, she was about to put on her clothes and go out.

Klaus grabbed her, "No, I'm fine. It's just a sudden feeling of discomfort. It's a common thing. Don't worry," he pulled her to sit beside him.

The two sat facing each other, and those who were close could see how many eyelashes the other had. Nina no longer insisted on looking for a doctor, and gently rubbed her two middle fingers on his forehead with moderate strength. Straight hum.

The atmosphere began to relax, and the softness and warmth of the past filled them again.

Himmler looked at the documents sent over, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"is this real?"

Schellenberg stood aside respectfully, "Yes, it is absolutely true,"

Himmler threw the documents on the table, tapped his fingers on the table bit by bit, frowned and thought of a way, intending to end the matter in a low-key manner.

"What do you think? Let's talk about it."

Schellenberg picked up the document and read it carefully again, "I think it's a bit uneconomical to dismiss a high-level official just because of this kind of thing."

Himmler frowned and said nothing, but he already understood what Schellenberg meant, yes, it is indeed a stupid way to get rid of one's confidant for this kind of thing.

But where should such a person be arrested?Looking at the photos in the file, Himmler felt a little cold for no reason.Seeing his hesitation, Schellenberg thought for a while and said, "If it really doesn't work, he will be sent to a concentration camp to save worry and effort. As for whether he can survive, it depends on God's will."

Himmler closed his eyes and meditated, "Then do as you say, but remember, you must never tell anyone about this, you know?"

Schellenberg gave him a military salute with a "snap!", and then proceeded to handle the matter.

But Himmler is still moaning

Angrily pondering how to make her "beauty" plan a successful success.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he quickly called the duty room of the gatekeeper, asking them to stop Schellenberg's car, and said that he still had something to talk to him about.

Putting down the phone, Himmler began to calculate the probability of success of this method.

After a while, Schellenberg returned, "Sir, what else can I order?"

"I have a new idea about the spy program."

Schellenberg was all ears.

"Those beauties have to be found temporarily, and it takes a long time to train, so I want to find someone else to replace them during this period, one is for emergency, and the other is to observe the effect, look at this beautiful Will men be welcome?"

"Men? Sir, are you talking about...a man?" Schellenberg was surprised. He would never have thought that Himmler would think of replacing a beautiful woman with a man. This is a very risky thing, and maybe he would too. Followed by implicated.

"Hey buddy, calm down." Himmler looked at his most loyal subordinate amusedly, with such a flustered look on his usually calm face, he said very interestingly.

Schellenberg was a little eager to change Himmler's decision, "Sir, it is not very advisable to use men to collect intelligence. Although some high-ranking officials are okay, but in Germany, especially Berlin, the punishment for homosexuality is very high. Seriously, I don't think any high-ranking official would be willing to take the risk."

During World War II, Germans were quite hostile to homosexuals. They sent these people to concentration camps, saying that they were going to "reform through labor". In fact, many people died there.

In the concentration camps, the guards would force the lesbians to be prostitutes, and now, at the same time, the gay men are also forced to have sex with prostitutes, and the reason for this is said to be to bring them back to normal life.

...It's just putting P! (Please ignore the author)

Schellenberg's worries were not superfluous. If he went to a male prostitute to do it, the effect can be imagined, and it would definitely be fruitless.

Himmler was smoking a cigarette indifferently, and his tone was arrogant and arrogant, "If it was someone else, it would definitely not work, but I, Heinrich Himmler, will do it myself. Is there anything I can't handle?"