father - home

When Corporal Hans Dietrich saw me in the foyer of the club, his face turned pale and he turned around and ran.

God, it must be true, and fear quickly spread to the whole body.But it's good to meet him, you know, the club has seven or eight rooms.I dashed forward, grabbed his back by the collar, and shouted loudly, "Where are they?"

The corporal struggled instinctively, but his cowardice made him lose his strength at all, and his body fell to the ground like chaff.

I don't know where I got the strength from. I grabbed the hand on the back of the collar and lifted it up. The corporal's feet almost left the ground. "Sir...official...forgive...life..."

"Say it!"

"In the... billiards... room."

As soon as I let go, the corporal collapsed to the ground.I stepped over him and ran to the billiard room at the end of the corridor.

The lights went out, and it was as bright as day and turned into darkness; it was quiet, and the hustle and bustle disappeared without a trace.The sound seemed to come from a horn, and like a lamp, it had to be energized, and the switch to control the power was the door I kicked open.

"Turn on the lights!" I ordered.

light is on!

Maybe it was the darkness just now, or the smog in the room, or the fear in my heart affected my vision. I couldn't see the scene in front of me clearly, or I could see clearly but couldn't understand it.

There were quite a few people in the room. At a glance, there should be six or seven people, including junior officers and sergeants.All of them were disheveled, their faces were blushing, or their feet were unsteady, and they looked like they had been drinking.There were two people standing in front of the billiard table, probably because they were afraid that they would fall, so they simply leaned on the table.And the pool table, I don't understand, it's still covered with green velvet, don't they play ball?What about Zhao?I looked around the small ball room again, where is Zhao?

A second lieutenant was moving his feet, trying to sneak away from me.

"Stop!" I yelled.

"Yes, sir!"

"Where is the prisoner?"

"Criminal... Prisoner..."

The more he hesitated, the more I believed, the more afraid I became.

"Sir, do you mean Karl?" Someone said.

The second lieutenant immediately called out as if he was saved: "Karl, yes, it's Karl."

Karl!God, it really is.I feel dizzy.

"Sir!" The pleasant baritone voice was timid.Carl was pushed in front of me.

Carl is very beautiful, but she is not young. Judging from the soft and slightly loose chin, it is the kind of actor who has only reached a certain age. After long-term massage, it becomes very soft, and the makeup powder has penetrated deeply. Judging from his skin, he should be in his 30s.Rarely, under the slender and long eyebrows like a woman, there are still a pair of unobstructed blue eyes, with pure eyes like a calf.His baritone voice lacked some richness and was between men and women, but it was still pleasant to the ear.I remembered that I had heard of such a person, but I didn't know the name.Karl turned out to be a stage actor in Berlin and was very famous, not only in the theater, but also in gay bars of all sizes.Because she often plays female roles in reverse, she is a bit feminine.It stands to reason that this kind of person is the most looked down upon, but because of his beauty, well-behaved and rich experience, Karl is actually like a fish in water in the camp.Of course, the good times didn't last long, and soon, with younger, prettier boys, people got tired of him.So he had to do whatever was asked of him in order to survive.

"What? What are you talking about?" Just as I was hesitating, drunken and playful, Shen Ke appeared from behind the small bar, turned out of the bar, picked up a bottle and opened it. The sealed white wine came towards me unsteadily.He was shirtless, and the suspenders of his breeches hung directly on his thin, bare shoulders. He had almost no pectoral muscles, and his ribs looked like a skeleton covered with human skin.Except for the bone frame and the skin, what muscles, fat, blood vessels, blood, in short, all living things seem to be non-existent.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why did the Lieutenant look for Karl? He doesn't like him, he doesn't even know him, and even if he knew, he wouldn't even glance at him." Shen Ke waved the bottle and shouted carelessly. , slanted all the way, the wine dripped everywhere, and I staggered under my feet. Fortunately, Karl supported him so that he didn't fall under my feet.

Schenk hooked Carl's neck with one hand, raised the bottle, took a sip, blinked his drunken eyes, breathed alcohol, and continued: "Karl, Karl, don't dream, the lieutenant won't look for you, you know Do you? Our handsome and noble Lieutenant Matthias von Meissenbach doesn't like you. Do you know why?" Schenk shook the bottle in front of Karl and lowered his voice, as if whispering to Karl. "Because he has someone in his heart! It's that person!"

It can be seen that Karl is very used to his role. He is well-trained, always has a charming smile on his face, and always has a cold-eyed attitude towards everything around him. This is the best self-protection.Even so, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Shenke raised his voice, and continued to say unscrupulously: "We Carl is so sad. Thinking about the apprentice he taught, he actually robbed his sweetheart. It's really sad." Shenke stamped his feet exaggeratedly, Make a very painful look.

"Shut up! Shenk."

"Shut up? Sir, can you say that this is not true? Everyone knows that you sleep with him in your arms every night. It feels wonderful, right?"

"You are shameless!"

"I'm shameless? You are, shameless enough to flaunt your behavior as noble and say it's for scientific research. Are you really, sir. You're just using him, and then no one can control it You. How nice! Oh, by the way, I was about to ask you: Is there a sequelae from the experiment? He seems to be slower than before, or he was spoiled by you, and his temper has become very stubborn. He is not as obedient as before, Carl All my blood was wasted."

I was so angry that I tried to grab him, but Shenk was shirtless and leaning against Carl crookedly.

So I yelled with all my strength: "What happened to him? Schenk! Where is he?" That was no longer my voice, every word was not uttered by the vibrating vocal cords, but the anger erupting in my heart The roar produced when.

If it wasn't that Schenk was already drunk enough, it was that he was really crazy.Instead of being afraid, he smiled happily and said, "He's right here, don't you see, sir? He's right here."