East Berlin's June Boat Song

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do you know?

Some things cannot be escaped.

Even though I have struggled in this swamp to the point of being drenched in blood and developed a body that is invulnerable to swords and swords, I still feel trembling because of one conspiracy after another that seems to come out of nowhere, but in fact has long been traced.

When you already feel uneasy, then danger must be approaching.

But what is frightening is not the danger itself, but the unpredictable sinister heart.

I opened my eyes, the pale light made my eyes hurt, followed by a dull pain coming from the back of my head, I moaned impatiently, wanting to touch it The back of his head was injured, and he realized that he was tied to a chair and could not move.

Waking up in an instant, I squeezed my eyes, trying to make my vision clear.

This is a room with cold concrete walls on all sides, without any other settings, except that there are four white circular devices installed at the four corners of the room, which are a little far away from me and cannot be seen clearly.In front of me was a black gate, about a meter wide.And I'm sitting right in front of the door, in the center of the room.

I was like an animal caught in an experiment, waiting for the "judgment" to come in the middle of the laboratory.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, I fell asleep again under the torture of headache.In the dream, I seemed to see Julian's reproachful eyes, rubbing my cheek with delicate fingertips, and said, why are you still like a child?

But Julian, this is not a child's innocent behavior. Probably the so-called kindness is the only motivation to support me to go on besides you.Only by upholding love can I not lose myself in this complicated spy swamp.They praised my kindness, but only I knew that it was out of cowardly selfishness.

Otherwise, I will be a real executioner, and those who die under my hands will drown me with their blood, and I will be overwhelmed with guilt, unable to breathe, and can only usher in a complete sinking.can you understand memy dear.I think you can understand, so you don't blame me, do you?

Don't blame me for falling into such a situation again, I don't know what kind of ending will be ushered in.

In the dream he was smiling, sweet and innocent, full of love.

He said he understood, he never blamed me, no one understood me better than him.

I laughed and cried.

Then I was woken up by something, originally thinking that when I opened my eyes, I would see Richard, or the Americans I was familiar with.But no, I had guessed it before, but I was still unwilling to doubt him, because it was him, then everything would turn around and point to Julian.

I raised the corners of my mouth and gave him a sincere smile.

Yevgeny was obviously taken aback, and his expression softened again.He reached out and stroked the back of my head, his voice full of concern.

"Does it still hurt?" The concern was beyond doubt.

"much better."

"Yeah." He nodded, "Just now I asked someone to help you deal with it briefly."

"Why? Evgeny, I don't understand."

He smiled sweetly, as if to comfort me: "You will understand, Rhine, you will understand."

He straightened up, not wearing the KGB colonel's uniform, but wearing only a gray shirt, even under the pale light, he looked very soft.He didn't show his sharpness at all. In Julian's words, he stood in the shadows and looked sideways at everyone.

He seemed to be thinking about something, lowered his head and frowned for a long time, then turned his head to look at me, and smiled softly and bitterly at me.

"You see, if I had known that I would come to this point, I shouldn't have any unnecessary interaction with you. After all, people are still emotional animals, and I actually feel pity for you now. This makes me feel uncomfortable, maybe, this Makes me feel kind of frustrated."

I stared at him puzzled and said, "What are you going to do to him? Isn't he doing enough?"

Yevgeny's eyes widened slightly, and his smile became pale.

"He's done enough, and it's just because he's done enough, so good, that he can't go on like this. 11 years, he's been in this position long enough. His history with Sasha is amazing. I can never trust them, Rhine, think about it, would you put such important military power in the hands of people from the Gulag and Cheka?"

"His stand is firm enough!" I said loudly, "No one is more loyal to the country than him!"

Yevgeny saw mockery in his eyes, and said: "Is this a matter of his position? Rhine, you are still too naive. This has nothing to do with position. This is a competition... This is a struggle for power."

"However, he has been so impeccable over the years, and he has handled the matter of Sasha so decisively that people can't find a clue. But..."

His gaze pierced me, and his shallow smile was playful and triumphant, revealing the darkest side of his heart.

"You brought him an unquestionable charge."

I gritted my teeth and said harshly, "I didn't..."

Yevgeny frowned sadly, walked up to touch my face, and said softly: "You said I would not want to see this scene, after so many years together, even if we compete with each other, there will be elements of friendship, but this is what I do. World, he must step down, preferably dead, so that people can be relieved. In the face of long-term fear, friendship is too insignificant."

The word "death" hurt me deeply, and tears welled up in my eyes, but I still asked in a deep voice, "So, exactly... Who are you trying to reassure? Is it you? Yevgeny?"

The sarcasm in his eyes dripped out unabashedly, and he straightened up.

"It's me, but it's not me, because I represent many people and a group, and the top of this group is the end of power."

"Why don't you understand? Rhine, they sold Beria backhand to help Comrade Khrushchev come to power, but Comrade Khrushchev never believed them. They are not worthy of anyone's trust. Their kind He was born out of place in the entire high-level, but he has come to such a height, do you think he will let him continue to climb up? Will he continue to control the coveted treasure of Berlin? Rhine , the one who wants to get rid of him is the one he is loyal to."

I was deeply enveloped in great fear, almost unable to utter a sound, suppressed the trembling in my heart, and asked: "Then what exactly do you want to do..."

Yevgeny lowered his eyelashes slowly, and said: "He has received transfer orders many times. If he had let go of Berlin and left East Germany when Sasha died, we would not have come to this point. Why do you think he must How about staying in Berlin? Why do you have to fight with Richard and his group? Both Berlin and Richard are the top priority of the central government, but he is so firmly in his hands, even at the expense of Comrade Khrushchev launched a confrontation."

He chuckled lightly, raised his eyes to look at me: "Little Rhine, tell me, what is the reason for this?"

"So many people are hiding it for you, and even Sonia threatened me for you, but what's the use of that? Don't you have to go this far?"

He smiled softly, looked up at the four corners of the room, and said, "See, there are surveillance equipment here, as long as he comes to save you, everything will be filmed here. Rhine, don't blame me, you might suffer a little bit How else would you show your 'great' love that corrupts morals and violates the law?"

"He won't come!" I defended helplessly, yelling out lies that I didn't even believe.

"No, he will." Yevgeny's expression became sullen again, with a bit of pride: "You think I don't know that he was injured because he went to West Berlin to save you? I heard that you shot it yourself? But How did he hold you back when he put you in prison last time? Oh, I understand, because he thinks we can't kill you, and he thinks that if you follow the procedure, you can still get through it, so he can get through it, But this time?"

He smiled wryly and shook his head: "Rhein, do you know? The instigators in the riot, including our people, no matter what, even if you don't go in to save those children, you will be here, understand? This is outrageous, targeted, Provocative behavior. He can't bear it, just like last time, he used a dead lieutenant as a warning, so what about this time?"

"No...Evgeny...don't do this...please..." I begged him desperately, begging him to show us some mercy.

"Why are you crying?" Evgeny walked in and grabbed my chin: "Didn't you say that you are okay and he won't come?"

"Why, don't you want me to witness your love?"

"Evgeny, he's a staunch communist, you need him... please, he's no threat, really..."

"It doesn't count if you said it." He let go of me, his expression suddenly became sad, and he said in a daze: "But actually... I'm envious... Who can have the courage of you?"

"Sometimes...I really envy you all...because I also have someone I want to protect...but I never see them again...I...I..."

He fell on my lap and wept. After a long time, he stood up again, wiped away his tears bitterly, sneered at himself, with the cold Siberian wind blowing in his eyes, ignored my humble begging and begging voice, and resolutely turned and left out of the cell.

The lights were turned off in an instant, leaving me sitting alone in the dark, surrounded by fear. In East Berlin in summer, I was chilling all over my body, and my teeth were chattering uncontrollably, because of my own stupidity and everything that was about to come.

Soon after, the door was opened, the lights were bright, and three evil spirits came in, who looked like low-level killers who "did dirty work" in the KGB.They looked at me indifferently, but they were also very strange. After looking at each other, one of them injected me with medicine to restrain my movements, and then they started punching and kicking me.

I knew what they were trying to do, but I couldn't resist.Countless fists landed on my face and body, and blood vomited out of my throat. When I was beaten to the point where I was unable to fight back, one of them untied me from the stool. I collapsed on the ground and saw him untie his belt.

He squatted down and took off my clothes. I was terrified but could only struggle helplessly, wriggling on the ground like a maggot, crawling hard to the other side, but was grabbed by my ankle and pulled back.I called them sons of bitches and used all kinds of obscenities, which only made them more excited.They beat me, grabbed my hair and slammed my forehead on the ground until the blood was all over my face and I couldn't open my eyes.They stuffed the disgusting thing into my body and rushed violently, trying to tear me apart. From helpless crying and hoarse shouting, I finally collapsed on the ground, helplessly in a pool of blood and fishy body fluids. spasm...

Rotten like garbage, rotting, oozing... garbage.

My throat was broken, and I could no longer make any sound. The cold floor soaked the chill into my bones, and I dare not forget this terrible night for the rest of my life. But what I fear is not the physical pain, but the imminent pain. greeted his eyes.

No, don't see me like this, don't see me like trash.

I will be heartbroken.

Pain for myself, pain for you...

I was crying in pain in my heart, wanting to curl up in the corner and collect my tattered clothes, but there was not an inch of my body under my control, I could only lie on the ground, naked, showing a feeling of being trapped Shame and despair after abuse.

Darkness and cold are invading, oozing blood.

Until the door was kicked open with a coaxing sound.

After being shocked, Bi Yan condensed tears of incomparable horror and pain, and slammed on the dirty ground with a thud.

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PS: Don’t hate me, woo, I’m so heartbroken too