East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Weeks passed without hearing from Dunn, and even the people I sent to look for him disappeared. I felt uneasy, but I decided to wait patiently. The situation of the contact is nothing more than normal for us agents.

When I got home, I sat in the living room smoking a cigarette. The autumn night gradually invaded the room, and the temperature dropped slowly. I didn’t turn on the light, and the vague darkness made me feel very comfortable.

Since Natasha's death, Alan has been in school almost all day, and I have stayed in Karlshorst's white mansion most nights, and the family has gradually become deserted.

The memory goes back to that New Year's Eve in 1953. We sat around the fire, eating mashed potatoes made by Natasha, and chatting about our dreams in life. Everyone was bright, lively, and full of enthusiasm.Now things have changed and people have changed. The so-called dreams are just like cigarettes between fingers, gradually burning out.

With a click, the door opened and Alan walked in with a tired face. He turned on the light and was a little surprised to see me on the sofa.

"Are you home?" Then he smiled gently.

His eye sockets were a little blue, and his usually radiant eyes were also slightly dimmed. I stubbed out the cigarette and said, "You look very tired."

"Well, the lab has been very busy recently."

He yawned, took off his windbreaker and hung it on the floor stand, then walked towards me and asked me for a cigarette.

As he approached, I frowned.

"what happened?"

I laughed twice and joked, "Are you going to mine? You smell like dirt."

His cigarette-lighting hand froze suddenly, and he smiled unnaturally: "You have such a good nose?"

"Of course, the Stasi has special scent training. Hey, our Minister Milk really raised us like dogs!"

I lay back carelessly, keenly noticing Alan's tensed back.

"What's wrong, Alan?"

He lit the cigarette and took a deep breath: "It's okay, I'm just too tired. I helped Professor Rembrandt weed in the afternoon. You know, the professors are the same, treating students like dogs."

I twitched the corner of my mouth stiffly. To be honest, I don't think Professor Rembrandt is that kind of person.

Allen finished smoking in silence, turned around and smiled happily at me, and said, "Then, little Rhine, I'll go back to the bedroom first."

"it is good."

Then I saw Alan get up, go straight to the door, grab his coat and Cambridge bag, turn around and go into the bedroom.

"Alan!" I called out to him.

"Ok?"

"Do you love Natasha?"

Allen froze, then smiled: "Of course."

"You never asked me about the case."

"Because that doesn't change the outcome."

He looked at me, calm and gentle as before, but the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, showing an inexplicable cold smile, like a shallow stream floating with oil in a clear sky, distorting and strange the reflected sunlight.At this moment, he actually made me feel strange.

We stared at each other for a minute, and the ticking of the wall clock echoed the beating of our hearts.In his clear, transparent but blurred eyes, I saw myself who couldn't hide his pale face despite trying to keep calm.

I couldn't laugh at all, and the huge fear invaded my trembling heart instantly. I stood up and left the house as if I was running away.

After I left home that night, I quickly came to the white mansion, picked up Julian and started to have sex with him on the bed.He was surprised but inexplicably excited by my strange behavior, so he poured out his own desire without reservation. In short, it was a crazy night, and I let my memory change in the joy of dying. It's blurry.

I'm probably such a mean person.

Time flies by, and the linden tree has become golden in a blink of an eye.In late autumn, when the temperature began to freeze, I devoted myself to work and training desperately, and arranged my schedule airtightly.The only leisure time was spent with Julian in the white mansion, and met Sasha in a hurry.

He still looked calm and composed, even when everyone became nervous about the information George brought back.The Soviets seemed to be planning some sort of operation in secret. I often saw KGB operational teams shuttle back and forth in Karlshorst with equipment on their backs, and even went out to the border between East and West Berlin.

Of course, according to my observation, they all seem to avoid an important route - the Thornfalde road.This main highway connecting the Soviet Air Force Command in East Germany and East Berlin has a very heavy traffic, and heavy military vehicles often pass by.The KGBs seem to have avoided it on purpose. Of course, maybe my observations were wrong. After all, it is crazy enough to extend their claws to the KGB in order to train my observation ability.

What correct conclusions can you expect from a man who has lost his mind?

Two months later, I too finally got a call from the team looking for Doone.

"It's a bit troublesome." The other side said, "It may take a while."

I feel a little relieved, saying that I will provide assistance at any time.But the phone over there hung up with a bang, and I figured he must be in some trouble.

But I am not so unconfident about the players I have trained by myself. Their strength is among the top in the country.

Allen and I tacitly said nothing about that night.Perhaps it was because of my invincible weakness that I instinctively wanted to escape. On a warm afternoon in mid-autumn, when he was taking a lunch break at home, I pushed open his bedroom door and saw him sleeping on the light beige quilt, as peaceful as he was. Children in the monastery.

Sunlight penetrated through the thin layer of gauze and fell on his quiet and clear face.This face has been with me for nearly six years, and I never seem to have generously offered a kiss.

So I tiptoed into the bedroom, leaned over beside him, and kissed his soft cheek lightly.

I was surprised to find that it was moist.

My Alan, clutching the cross necklace I gave him, wept in his sleep.

My heart suddenly tugged, and his sadness seemed to fill the bedroom in an instant, and even the wisps of sunlight couldn't be clearly entangled, twisting into an unspeakable emotion.His wet eyelashes hung down on his tightly closed eyes, and his fiery red hair no longer seemed alive, but limp and lifeless. He was sleeping on the soft bed, as if he had fallen into a quagmire from which he could not break free.

I sat beside his bed for a long time, and I found myself crying when I left the house. I think there must be no reason for this, Rhine is a sentimental person.

Time flies by, and the bell of 1956 rings in a blink of an eye.

One early morning in February, I drove to the Stasi headquarters for work, and was surprised to hear that Milk and other high-level officials were on a business trip.

A terrifying thought rushed into my heart instantly, and I couldn't help shivering.

Crazy, I thought, I must be crazy.

When I heard that Milk and the others were not there, my first thought was to go to the file room of the General Investigation Bureau to steal Natasha's file.

The hanging case was driving me crazy, and over time it became more than just the death of a friend.The more some things are kept secret, the more it reveals a hint of conspiracy.

So I decided not to wait anymore. God knows how I sneaked into the archives room of Building No. [-] in the middle of the night. Perhaps the only one who can protect me is Julian, but the general has shown long ago that he will only stand by and watch.

The sensor lights in the gloomy corridor were very sensitive, and I had to try my best to control the movement of my feet. Thanks to my daily training, I finally walked through the corridor without any danger and came to the door of the archives room.

I used a special adhesive tape to detect the fingerprints on the combination lock, and quickly analyzed the password. Perhaps it was unexpected that someone would be brave enough to come to the General Investigation Bureau to steal files. The password here is too simple.The door snapped open and I dodged in like a cat.

In the archive room, which is as huge as a gray-blue maze, there are rows of iron frames more than two meters high, and at least hundreds of thousands of files are stored.I quickly found the area where Natasha's files were stored according to the date, turned on the tiny light on the watch, and searched patiently and meticulously according to the index.

Finally, I found the file with a brown kraft paper cover on the bottom shelf of a certain iron frame. When I took it out, the word "Top Secret" was written on it. My heart beat violently twice, and I couldn't help swallowing.

I stood up and quickly opened the file. Just as I was about to take a look, something terrible happened!

All of a sudden, the lights in the entire archive room were on full blast. The snow-white light hurt my pupils, and I had to cover my eyes. Before I could realize what happened, I heard a clear playful laughter echoing in this huge maze. They hit me from all directions.

The alarm bell was ringing in my heart, and I quickly opened my eyes. In the gradually clear vision, Milk was leaning on the iron frame in front of me with a smile, his hands clapped together, and he gave a mocking palm.

Panic invaded me in an instant, and I backed away in shock, countless terrifying thoughts rushed into my mind, and even my whole body trembled.But soon I regained my composure, at least on the surface.Because there is always an inexplicable courage supporting me in the face of Milk, always.

I stared at him silently with cold eyes.Maybe he didn't expect that my reaction was not as embarrassing as he expected, and the corners of his mouth curled up sinisterly.

"Yes, I'll just say that our Sergeant Muller is the best and most courageous of our Stasi agents."

"You did it on purpose?" My voice was cold.

"What is it on purpose? Do you mean to let you peek at the file on purpose?" He snorted contemptuously: "You think I'm so boring?"

"Then why are you here?"

The smile on his face froze, and he walked towards me slowly. My feet seemed to be fixed, and he forced me to hang on the iron frame: "Don't you think it's funny to ask this question?"

His tone was cold and fierce, and it was the first time I saw him look so ruthless, his gaze pierced my face like an invisible blade.

"Line, oh, Rhine."

He suddenly reached out and pinched my chin: "You don't know how much I hate you, this is the first time I hate someone so much."

"You are the kind of person who always takes everything for granted, lives like a turtle in his own wild fantasy, and actually yearns for everyone's love, for a perfect and appropriate harmony... ...Hehe, but, I thought about it again, what did you do wrong again?"

His eyes became resentful, and he stayed with a disgusting pity: "You are just a poor little person. For a person like you, even being hated by me is an honor, understand?"

I looked directly into his eyes, without a trace of fear, on the contrary, I found it ridiculous.This kind of unreasonable hatred will only make him look very low-level.

"I know why you hate me." I raised the corners of my mouth and said word by word: "Because you are jealous of me."

"Although I still don't know why you are jealous of me, one day I will figure it out, maybe..."

I stared into his eyes: "Maybe it won't be long, just wait until the moment I see Misha."

His eyes widened suddenly, and quickly returned to normal.He slowly loosened his grip on my chin, and patted my face instead.

"Yes, at least you are not that stupid, but do you still have a chance to meet him?"

He tapped on the file I was holding in my arms, and his smile joked again: "You are right, I really want you to read this file, because observing a person is very interesting, I know you put Du En arranged to go to West Berlin, and I have always known that you are secretly investigating Natasha. Then you do it, and I will not stop you. Because you are a good observation object, I have never seen such an interesting person."

He bent his eyes, took a step back, raised his eyebrows at me who was a little sluggish, folded his hands and leaned on the iron frame and said, "Then, dear Sheriff Mueller, I'm about to start looking forward to what you will be What about the position? I'm really curious..."

"My position has never changed!" I suddenly felt angry: "Since I joined the Stasi, no! Since I became an East German! My position has always been in the state, in my post! hell..."

I stepped forward and grabbed his collar, and threatened viciously: "If you dare to trick me, if you dare to frame me, I will never let you go! You have to know..."

I smiled cruelly: "How superb my killing skills are..."

He froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, and pushed my hand away.

"Okay, Sheriff Mueller, what's the use of threatening me? You can't touch me even if I'm helpless, can you?"

He turned around and was about to leave. Before leaving, he was in a very happy mood and kept nodding at me in greeting.

"Look quickly! Remember, look carefully! You must not only look, but also think, and after thinking, you must act..."

He laughed a few times, walked out of the file room, and kindly left the light on for me.But I froze in place, holding the file in my hand, trembling uncontrollably.

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PS: Merry Christmas everyone!