Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 83 find
Rosia held her belly, bent over and crossed her legs, and walked quickly towards the northeast corner. After turning a corner, she immediately straightened up and quickened her pace, pulling the scarf around her neck wider, covering half of her face.

There were very few people in this area. There were only a few Jews sweeping the floor. Rosia ran over again, clutching her belly. Several soldiers passing by on the roadside saluted her with attention. Fortunately, she didn't look Jewish at first glance. The Poles passed smoothly.

After checking last night, she specifically remembered a few barracks where both male and female Jews lived.This is the first camp. Karl said that children cannot work, so let’s exclude the third camp labor camp first.Judging from yesterday's inspection alone, the second camp, which houses Jews who cannot work, is definitely not a good place. Children like Pino are likely to be locked up in a certain barracks in the first camp.

Rosia's letters were pounding now, and she was walking so fast that she was almost running.But she didn't dare to look left or right at all, as that would more easily arouse suspicion. She could only keep rolling her eyes, looking for which barracks might contain Pino.

Soon, she reached the toilet.

Rosia had no choice but to pretend to have a stomachache and go in. After a while, she came out and looked around. There was no one around. She pursed her lips, raised her hand and patted her chest to calm her fast heartbeat, then turned around. Go up the other road.

Not long after she left, she noticed that the road was full of Jews working. They seemed to be expanding the barracks, and there were many soldiers supervising the work nearby.She was so startled that her soul almost flew away.Fortunately, he responded quickly and didn't show any extreme expression on his face.

Turning around and back again, Rosia's hands and feet were trembling, but she didn't know when such an opportunity would come again.From the time she planned to come to Pino, she had almost given up everything. It was too late to back down now, so it was better to work hard to save the delay and make it more difficult.

Rosia tried her best to calm down and took a path again.

This time she was very lucky. Not long after she left, she actually heard the voice of a child talking next to a barracks.

She hurried over and saw that the barracks built by the Germans for the Jews were very crude. The walls were made of wooden boards, and the gaps were big enough that you could put your arms through them.She lay on the board and took a look. There were all children inside.

Rosia's heart was beating very fast. She didn't know whether she was afraid of being discovered or was too happy to finally find the place.In short, she sobbed twice without saying anything.The children inside had very keen senses, and someone soon discovered her.

Rosia hit her throat, cleared her throat, and was about to speak, but she suddenly became alert and said something in French.

Most of these children are from Poland, and some are from other parts of Europe. French Jews have not been arrested on a large scale yet. She uses French because she is afraid of what evidence these children will provide if something happens.In a place like a concentration camp, one wrong step could mean death.

The children inside moved, but most of them didn't understand what she was saying. Rosia carefully watched the reactions of the people inside, looking around, and suddenly she heard a small voice: "Sister, Pino is here..." "

Rosia paused and tears fell down all of a sudden.

She finally found it.

After holding on for so long, running all the way from Paris to here, she was scared every day, afraid that something might happen to him. It was her inexplicable courage that kept her going until today. She felt like she was going crazy. Now, she finally found it.

Rosia actually hadn't seen where Pino was yet, but when he spoke, the other children looked in his direction.Rosia bent down and took a few more glances, and found that Pino's position was in the blind spot of her sight. She could only see a little bit of his shoulder exposed, but just that little bit made her heartache.

"Pino, just wait here. My sister will rescue you in the next two days. Stop talking, lest they find out. I'll leave first."

The person was found, and she wanted to go back now to think of a solution. Rosia wrapped the scarf around her neck, glanced around and saw no one, so she quickly clutched her stomach and walked back with a very painful look.

When he returned to the entrance of Joseph's laboratory, a long time had passed. Karl was already a little impatient with waiting and wanted to rush out to find her.

"Uh, I'm really sorry. I was too uncomfortable and walked a little slower." Rosia explained with a wry smile.

Karl looked at her face carefully: "You do look a little bad, but did you see anything on your way back?"

This probing tone was clear to Rosia, and she naturally put on a wry smile: "I walked along the wall holding on to the wall, and I didn't meet anyone."

Karl smiled: "Then let's go in."

Because she found Pino, Rosia was in a much better mood. She kept thinking about how to rescue Pino and how to get out of the concentration camp. She was not very focused mentally. She couldn't even find out that Joseph was a perverted doctor. Let her pay attention for how long.

The day passed quickly, and she didn't think of any available solutions.

Rosia carefully recalled what Eric said to her, and felt that the SS should have a special way to distinguish the difference between Jews and other people.She didn't have Pino's identity certificate in hand, so her words were unsubstantiated, and it was no use just emphasizing the bloodline issue.

As for the smuggling aspect, she got through it without even thinking about it.

The only thing left, it seemed, was to negotiate with the person in charge of the concentration camp.

The best thing of course is to be able to buy a life, but if she wants to buy a life, she doesn’t know if she has enough money, let alone whether the person in charge is willing to sell it.

Rosia walked around the room irritably several times. Finally, after much deliberation, the first thing she needed to do was find the person in charge.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Rosia got up and Carl was already waiting for her at the door as always.

"Good morning, Miss Rosia."

"Morning." Rosia smiled at him and looked at the sky outside. The Jews had already begun to line up and wait for roll call. If the officer in charge had a normal schedule, he should have gotten up by now.

"Well, what you said the night before yesterday, Chief Elgar, is he here?"

Karl was a little surprised why she asked this: "You should be there, you...ah, I understand, do you want to talk to him about supplies?"

Rosia smiled and nodded.This reason is really useful wherever you go.

Karl shrugged: "Okay, then you don't need my company for this." He thought for a while and then said: "However, I suggest you dress up before going."

"why?"

Karl said matter-of-factly: "Isn't it more pleasing to see beautiful things early in the morning? Maybe Captain Elgar will be in a good mood and agree to you on other terms."

"..."

Rosia didn't take it to heart at first, but for some reason, she suddenly remembered a few World War II movies she had watched before, and inexplicably felt that dressing up might actually be useful.

She went into the house and rummaged through her backpack, but there was no cosmetics or jewelry.She doesn't like to dress up. For a doctor who wears white clothes almost all the time to perform surgeries on patients, it would be of no use for her to dress up.

But at least the foundation is not bad, and the mixed blood of East and West gives people a different feeling.Rosia rubbed her face, changed into nicer clothes, and that was it.

Karl took her to the bottom of the villa and told him that Elgar lived on the second floor and had a maid, and he didn't know anything else.

Rosia had no intention of getting information from Karl, a soldier who was simply stationed and the most senior officer who rarely had contact.But she knew one thing, the concentration camps were guarded by the Skeleton Squadron of the SS, which was the most special and cruelest of the SS.She is standing up now, maybe she will lie down.

Rosia didn't hold anything in her hands, and went upstairs with her long skirt.As soon as she turned the corner to the entrance on the second floor, she saw a recliner on the balcony, and there seemed to be a person lying on it.

Man in military uniform.

Rosia stopped suddenly, but the sound of boots on the stairs still alarmed him.When the reclining chair moved, the figure bounced up quickly, and the sniper rifle that was casually leaning against the wall was already in his hand and aimed at her.

Rosia immediately raised her hands.

The infrared light on the scope flickered twice on her face. Rosia looked down, nervous and not daring to move.

After a while, the infrared ray disappeared. The officer slowly put down his gun and looked at her with his chin raised: "Who are you?"

"I, I am a staff member of the Paris Red Cross." Rosia swallowed and did not dare to put down her hands.

The officer looked at her for a while, then suddenly threw the gun against the wall again and said, "Is it you, my little servant just let you up like this?"

Rosia was startled, looked up at him, and suddenly realized that he looked very familiar. Then she thought again, Elgar was actually the officer who arrested Jews in the Paris hospital a long time ago.

I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse.But his cold and ferocious look that night still left a deep impression on Rosia.

"I have never seen your servant. There is no one down there."

"Oh?" Elgar uttered a syllable with no emotion. He turned around and leaned on the balcony, put his hands on it, and suddenly shouted downstairs with a sinister voice: "Zach!"

Rosia was startled by him and didn't understand what he was doing. She raised her hands. Soon, she saw a young man running quickly downstairs. He turned out to be a Jewish boy.

When the Jewish boy passed by her, the expression on his face had turned ashen. By the time he got to Elgar, Rosia could hardly see him anymore.

"How did that woman get here?"

The Jewish boy Zach lowered his head, his whole body turned almost ninety degrees.

Elgar took out the pistol from his waist, slowly pulled the safety, and took out a cigarette from his pocket with his other hand to light it.

The smell of smoke slowly wafted out, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the young man's temple.

"Sir, sir, can you please allow me to explain..."

The Jewish boy was like chaff in a sieve, and his whole body was shaking as if he could fall from above at any time. There was a cry in his voice: "Ka, Mr. Kali, just now, you were down below, let me go to the cellar to get him some wine." ...I, I didn't hear her coming up..."

Rosia stood at the top of the stairs, feeling cold in her heart. Had she harmed a Jew?
Elgar took a puff of cigarette, and slowly spit the smoke onto the forehead of the Jewish boy. He nodded in understanding, and took away the gun.But before Rosia and the boy could react, they put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead.

"boom!"

A spray of blood spurted out, and the Jewish boy's body swayed and he fell on the stairs with a muffled sound. The blood stains spread down the stairs.The dripping water reached Rosia's feet. She couldn't control it anymore and screamed.

"what--"

Elgar seemed to appreciate her frightened movements. When Rosia leaned against the handrail of the stairs in shock, she raised her head and saw his interested gaze.

"Come up." He raised his chin.

No, can't go up.

Rosia heard the voice in her heart, but another voice in her mind shouted for her to go up, because going down would also lead to death.

It's hell up there.

Those who don’t go must die.

The terrifying sounds from both sides made Rosia completely stunned. She grasped the railing tightly with both hands, trying to pull off the wood on it.

After a while, Elgar lay on the couch again, as if nothing had happened.His swaying legs reminded Rosia of Heinrich, but this was a different devil.

After a long time, Rosia slowly stepped up step by step. She tried her best to ignore the blood stains on the stairs, but still got some on her skirt.

"Tell me, why did you come to me?" Elgar closed his eyes leisurely. His face shape was very similar to Heinrich's, a typical Germanic handsome face, with a pointed chin, but his lips were very evil. Just talking gives people a creepy feeling.

"I remember that it seems that the Red Cross personnel who are coming here are not from the Fourth District." After a while, he added.

Rosia had given up her previous plan. When she saw others and remembered who he was, she felt that it was useless to tell any lies.There is no alternative but to confess.

"I want to buy a Jew."

Elgar's shaking legs stopped.

The corners of his mouth curved, and he slowly opened his eyes, covering his forehead with one hand: "I seem to have heard wrong?"

Rosia bit her lip: "No, I want to buy someone."

"Ha!" Elgar suddenly laughed, sat up from the recliner, took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth: "It turns out that the French also like Jewish servants. Didn't your leader say that he wants to protect those Jewish dogs? ?”

"I am a German citizen."

Rosia answered calmly.Once the problem is really brought to the surface, after the fear, that's the same thing.

Elgar's hand paused again, lit the cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and then looked at her sideways and said, "No wonder you know so much. So, what kind do you want to buy?"

Rosia clenched her fists, dug her nails into her palms, and took a deep breath.

"I want to buy a child."

"Oh, child." Elgar smiled, half-leaning on the recliner, clasping his hands sideways, and glanced at her: "You seem to be unable to afford a child."

"price."

"What do you think."

Rosia clenched her fist again and bit her lip: "3000."

Elgar took a puff of his cigarette funny: "What currency are you talking about, franc, mark, is it zloty?"

Rosia was simply outraged by his playful tone, but she couldn't challenge him: "Then, make a price."

Elgar didn't speak. He finished his cigarette in one puff and then threw the cigarette butt into the trash can nearby.He stood up quickly, took a step forward, and got close to Rosia's ear under her panicked gaze.

"I think the price for you to be a comfort woman is very reasonable."

　I'm exhausted both mentally and physically when I write it, and I'm not in the mood to change it. I'll wait until I take my time at night to change it.
　　Well, you know what a comfort woman is...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)