East Berlin's June Boat Song

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I walked to the wall and touched the wallpaper carefully for the first time, inch by inch, feeling the touch from my fingertips.It wasn't long before I felt some very tiny bumps, so I scratched through the wallpaper, nearly chipped my fingernails, and exposed a thin wire.

The wire was pulled out, and the broken wallpaper spread like a scar on the wall. It got longer and longer, and more and more, until I walked to the kitchen, to the bathroom, to my bedroom...

Hahaha, it turns out that there are wiretapping wires all over my house!

I looked at the ball of black thread in my hand and smiled wryly.Milk said lightly: "So you should understand."

"Didn't Alan Crowder serve the British later? Before he met you, he was a member of MI[-]. Don't you realize that? Unexpectedly, Alan Crowder is a British!"

Milk stood up and walked to me: "But why didn't you ask him? Are you afraid? Allen was a spy from the beginning, which shows that your encounter with General Azrael may not have been an accident. "

"And what you are even more afraid of is that General Azrael clearly knew that you were sent to him by Alan, but he did everything he could..."

"Oh, Rhine, you don't think that he doesn't know about the British conspiracy, you don't think that he really loves you..."

I collapsed on the ground with a bang, and the truth that I didn't even dare to guess was revealed without reservation like this, just like the scabs were picked off by someone alive on the scars I had healed up by deceiving myself, and the blood spurted out, and the pain penetrated into the marrow of the bones.

"Let me tell you how they played with you all these years."

Milk sneered: "In 1948, MI[-] and the CIA found out somewhere that you had a relationship with the general. You rescued him, and he seemed to be looking for you. They sent agents—Alan Claude, looking around for someone of the right age, called Rhine Muller, and then brought him to the general as if by chance... Rhine, you were not the first to be brought, you know? You weren't even the first indivual."

"They're going to take you there and put you next to the general. It's best to keep the two of you close to each other, and then keep getting information from you, and then instigate you against you at the right time, and even use you as a bargaining chip to blackmail the general. ...Oh, you don't know how much you are worth in their eyes, enough to keep a senior agent by your side for six years!"

"The plan they thought was clever was already known to the informants arranged by the KGB in the CIA, so General Azrael joined forces with the KGB to follow the trick and deliberately fell for this 'beauty trick'. Didn't you notice it? In these years, no one has ever told you what to say and what not to say. The generals have sent out so many misleading information from you, playing tricks on MI[-] and CIA... oh, you don’t even know, They are still fishing for you, otherwise you think why they want you to join the Stasi, they are increasing your value, making you a fat bait! They want to know if someone will come to instigate you, come and catch one by one, Or, they are still suspecting something deeper... In short, this is the truth!"

Milk's voice became more and more impassioned. He blushed, strode into the kitchen and groped for a while, and finally found a small black dot in the closet. He snorted coldly and said, "I didn't expect that swallow She was still protecting him, and destroyed the bug with her own hands before she died. Hehe, she shouldn't have appeared here at all, Yevgeny's smart idea may have let Allen know that their plan had failed the year before last."

He threw the bug on the ground casually, and I seemed to hear Natasha and Alan kept saying "sorry" in my ear, and everyone said "sorry" in my ear, so... so it is...

I grinned, and Milk looked at me in amazement, with anger in his eyes again.

"Rhine! Let's face up to the cruel reality! Now is the time, they - the Soviets, fought a beautiful battle! You just open your eyes and take a good look! Look at what happened next, the good show has not yet come It's over! Otherwise, why do you think they want you to kill Alan at this point in time, look, poor man!"

Milk shouted like a tragic and angry hero in a drama, squatting down and shaking me who had already been hit so stupidly and silently, his eyes actually had tears, and he touched my face.

"You know what? I hate you, but I pity you even more."

After finishing speaking, he stood up abruptly and left here quickly.

I don't know how long I laughed there, how long I cried, and then how long I was sluggish.

In short, that night, something in my heart seemed to be completely broken.

Just like that, the house where the wiretapping lines were exposed at this moment, the wallpaper was torn, it was full of scars, and blood was hissing and oozing out.

Suddenly, I wanted to confirm another conjecture.Now that you already know everything, you should know more thoroughly.

I struggled to stand up and went downstairs tremblingly. Maybe I drove by myself, maybe I took public transportation. He greeted everyone, avoiding Alyosha who was on duty, and quietly came to the white mansion.

I didn't enter the house, and I felt a guiding feeling in my heart for no reason, so I tiptoed like a thief from the gravel road next to the mansion to the backyard.

Then I saw the next scene. I hid behind the boxwood, humble, desperate, and without self-respect, watching the following scene.

You see, it is Julian and Sasha, standing on the grass in the yard in the early morning mist, the firs in the Siberian snow and the amber birch forest in late autumn, they always give me this feeling.

Julian put his hand on Sasha's shoulder, looked at him tenderly with his green eyes, and said something I couldn't understand.Russian became very beautiful in his mouth, like the recitation of poetry.

Sasha bowed his head and smiled, put his hands in his trouser pockets, lightly touched the soil with his toes childishly, and sometimes raised his eyes to look at him.When their eyes met, Julian reached out and stroked Sasha's cheek.

Both were smiling, equally, looking affectionately into each other's eyes, and smiling.

I have never seen their smiles before. They are clear and bright without any impurities. They are beautiful but also very strange.

The morning wind blew the hem of Julian's military uniform and overlapped with Sasha's windbreaker, as if they had become an inseparable whole.

They just stand there, stand there.

I thought they should be a couple.

They are the children of the Volga, the men of the Soviet Union, the one-in-a-million criminals of the Gulag, and the two most shining stars of the Cheka.

He is the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany and a KGB colonel assigned by the Central Committee.

It is the "colonizer" of East Germany in Milk's mouth.

At this moment, I finally understood this secret, a secret that was clearly revealed.

They don't like anyone and never liked anyone.

In fact, there is another sentence behind, that is——

They just like each other.

They just love each other.

Turns out it all goes back even to Belgrade, my horrible intuition.But I am so timid and cowardly, as long as the cruel reality shows up for a while, I will subconsciously start to escape.

Otherwise why would Sasha kiss me?

Because Julian kissed me, he will kiss me too.

He was angry like a child, wanted to see Julian angry, didn't he?

I think so, Sasha, there's a side to you.

So Julian won't let me sleep with Sasha because I belong to him?Is it because he loves me that he wants to possess me?

No, no no no no no...

I got it, I finally got it.

Alan's target is him, and he has pretended to be hooked, so he will protect Sasha.

How could Sasha fall into this beauty trap?How can the British extend his claws to his beloved Sasha?

He predicted everything, even Sasha was going to kiss me.He acquiesced to the kiss because he loved Sasha.

He loves Sasha, he loves Sasha...

Hahahahaha...

I am so sad, I used my pitiful value to win their love, gave up my original life trajectory, and in order to pursue their growth into what they wanted, I kept killing people against my original intention and became a thorough executioner. In the end, he even killed his best friend with his own hands!

But none of them love me.

No.

It's that everyone doesn't love me.

God, no one loves me!

The sky receded in an instant, and all consciousness began to withdraw. After they entered the mansion, I walked across the yard into the utility room in a daze, and fell on the floor, but I didn't want to knock open a secret door, and fell in. , smashing the remaining bones to pieces like a heart.

Waking up in a trance, the blood was all blood, but I couldn't feel the pain.This is a gloomy corridor. At the end of the dark and dead silence, there is a prison cell that I am very familiar with.

The cell where I was locked up for three months was originally here.

I squirmed on the ground, dragging a long trail of blood, like a wounded animal longing for a nest, crawled to the cell, to the iron frame bed, licking my wound in despair and loneliness, wishing that the pain would not be so painful .However, it is all in vain, because the real pain cannot be touched and cannot be relieved.

In the damp and moldy quilt, I huddled as much as possible, shrank into complete darkness, and completely isolated.

I just want to fall asleep quickly, maybe even die.

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PS: It hurts me to write these chapters, welcome to discuss, please don't spoiler...