Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 97 Change
Tony was tall and thin, and it was very easy to squeeze out of the crowd. His head was a little higher than the people around him, which was obviously obvious. Rosia kept chasing his golden hair until he got off the platform.

"Mrs. Adeline asked me to temporarily arrange for you to live with a Polish family." He said, his voice suddenly became softer, and he leaned over slightly: "Today, the Gestapo patrolled the main street of Warsaw and arrested many people. , both hotels were attacked by gunfire, so they had to temporarily suspend operations. Please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter to me, I'm just staying here for a few days."

Tony shook his head and whispered in his drake voice, as if he were a thief: "Actually, it's not good. The apartment and villa of that Polish family are now being requisitioned by the Germans!"

"Huh?" Like a bolt from the blue, Rosia was confused.

Tony spread his hands, feeling helpless: "Now the entire Warsaw is owned by the Germans. There are few houses that have not been expropriated. Some Poles have even abandoned their houses and fled to other places." He walked as he walked. Pointing to the roadside: "A place like this is basically inhabited by the Gestapo. Although they don't come back often, no one dares to come close."

Rosia suddenly felt that the weather was getting colder: "So what about the house I'm going to live in? Is the Gestapo also living there?"

Tony nodded: "That's right, it's from the Warsaw Police Department. But don't worry, that family is still there, but they have requisitioned two apartments, one of which was left to you by Mrs. Adeline. It is said that the policeman is taking over the house recently. Regarding some matters in the concentration camp, if you don’t come back often, you just need to stay there for a few days, and then move out after the hotel takes care of things.”

"..." Why do I feel like this Mrs. Adeline is so unreliable!
Tony took her through several streets, and it was almost curfew time. It was getting dark quickly in winter. The street lights were turned on and some soldiers were patrolling.

After walking for about a few minutes, Tony stopped in front of a very luxurious villa apartment and pointed at it: "Okay, we're here."

This place seemed to be relatively prosperous. Rosia subconsciously looked behind her and her face turned dark instantly.

police station!

No wonder there are police officers living here!

How dangerous it is!
Tony helped her carry her luggage and bags and opened the door of the apartment. A dog barked from behind the villa.Soon, the lights in the corridor turned on, and it seemed that the hostess came down from upstairs.

Tony walked up to negotiate with her for a few words, and the hostess looked at Rosia, nodded, turned around and went upstairs again.

Tony turned back and said, "Okay, Miss Luo, you can stay here tonight. She will help you make arrangements. Mrs. Adeline will come to visit tomorrow morning."

"This doesn't seem good. I'd better go find her. Where does she live?" Rosia asked.

"It doesn't matter. There is a cafe just outside the door. Mrs. Adeline plans to make an appointment there. You can just go there tomorrow morning."

"Okay! Well, thank you for your hard work!"

Tony touched his nose and said with a smile: "It's quite hard, but don't worry, Mrs. Adeline will reward me. That's it. I wish you a sweet dream."

"Thank you!"

Tony waved his hand, turned around and went downstairs.Her luggage was taken up by the hostess.There is a boy about ten years old upstairs, who is reading a book. He must be the child of the hostess.

It seemed that the family had been requisitioned too many times. The boy only raised his head to glance at her and then lowered his head.The hostess's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. She walked out of the living room and opened the door of a room: "You can stay here tonight. There is a German policeman living opposite, but he doesn't come back often. If necessary, Just press here. So, do you need anything to eat now?"

She spoke a little fast. Rosia hadn't spoken Polish for a long time, so she was a little unaccustomed to it.After a pause, she shook her head: "I don't need to eat. Maybe, is there water here?"

The hostess nodded, turned to the living room, brought her an exquisite kettle, and put two cups on the bedside table.

She pointed to the living room: "If you still need it, just click here and I will come over. Please try not to disturb the child."

Rosia nodded: "Thank you, I see."

The hostess is an easy person to get along with, and the room arrangement is also very good.It is very large inside, and the room is very elegantly and delicately decorated. There is also a flower stand inside, with several white vases with a bouquet of pansies and a bouquet of baby's breath.The wall sconces and chandeliers in the room are beautifully decorated, filling the entire room with soft light.This is a very warm family.

Rosia put her luggage aside and sat on the bed.

Although it was already dark, it was not too late. She had slept on the train all day and was not sleepy at this time.There are several books on the bedside table, all very feminine reading materials, including several poetry collections.

She picked up a book and opened it, waiting for the time to go to bed.

At almost ten o'clock, there was another sound coming from outside the living room. The room was well soundproofed. She could only hear it vaguely, but she didn't know what happened.

After a while, it was past the point where she was used to sleeping, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.I wasn't hungry in the afternoon, but now I couldn't. After my stomach was in turmoil for a long time, I finally couldn't help crying.

Rosia pulled back the quilt and lay in, ready to spend the night.But after forcing herself to sleep for a while, she couldn't help it anymore.My stomach growled non-stop, and I felt like I was suffering from famine, which was very unbearable.She rolled around on the bed for a while, and finally couldn't help it. She lifted off the quilt, put on her coat, and put on her shoes.

The hostess has gone to bed, and the main light in the living room has been turned off, leaving only two dim lights in the corridor.She quietly poked her head out. It was quiet outside and there was no one.

As for the one on the wall, she didn't want to press it. It would be very inhumane to wake up someone who was already sleeping at this time.She might as well go to the kitchen and find something to eat by herself.

Rosia closed the door, looked left and right, and walked to the other side.The kitchen is generally not far or close to the living room.After all, she had lived in Poland for more than a year, and she was still somewhat impressed with the architectural layout here. After wandering around on the second floor, she found the kitchen.

The lights were still on in the kitchen and it was quiet inside.Rosia opened the door and went in. She saw a clean tablecloth on the dining table in the small room outside, with flower arrangements on it, but no food.Inside was the real kitchen, and as soon as she entered, she saw various ingredients and cooking utensils.However, cooking when you are hungry is more painful. She directly found some bread, milk and some other snacks from the cupboard, took them in her hand and prepared to eat on the small table outside.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, a black figure suddenly appeared outside.Rosia was startled, screamed, and dropped a piece of bread in her hand to the ground.

The man outside the door was also very frightened. He probably didn't expect anyone to be in the kitchen.After being stunned for a while, he bent down and picked up the bread.

"It's you!"

"It's you?"

The two looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

Eric picked up the bread and looked at it, and suddenly smiled: "Are you hungry and looking for something to eat too?"

Rosia shrugged: "It seems you are."

Eric smiled: "That's right, I just came back. I haven't eaten all day, so I had to come here to hang out."

Rosia looked at the bread in his hand hesitantly: "If you haven't eaten for a day, you can't eat this kind of thing."

"I'm used to it, it doesn't matter."

"Forget it, put it down. I just saw that there are some ingredients in the kitchen. Let's make something to eat." Rosia took back the bread and milk in his hand, took out what he had in his hand, turned around and started again Go to the kitchen.

"Is this too much trouble?" Eric asked from behind.

Rosia turned back: "It's not troublesome, but I just arrived today and I didn't ask the hostess for the privilege to enter the kitchen. I don't know if she will be angry tomorrow."

"Then don't worry, I live here and I'll pay every month."

"Okay." Rosia stuffed the bread and milk back into the cupboard, found some vegetables and beef underneath, cooked a pot of noodles, and mixed a plate of salad. She didn't want to move much at night, so she just had to fill her stomach. .

When they came out, Eric was gone. Rosia didn't take it seriously, so she found two bowls, filled the noodles, and ate first.

Not long after, the door was lightly knocked twice, and Eric pushed the door open and came in, holding a black velvet box in his hand and placing it next to her hand.

Facing her confused look, he explained: "I heard that you and Heinrich were engaged. I didn't have the chance to go to Paris, so I had to prepare this. It just so happened that you are here now."

"..."

My sister, Dick, how many people has this big mouth told? Even if it is for his parents, please consider the feelings of the other person involved, okay?
Rosia couldn't even explain, so she had to distract herself: "Eat, it will get cold in a while."

Eric didn't seem to have the habit of praying before meals. He picked up his fork, took a bite, and exclaimed: "It tastes perfect. This kid Heinrich will be blessed in the future."

Rosia didn't want to talk to him about this issue, and she felt very good about Eric.Although he didn't help her last time when she was desperate in Poland.Individuals have their own personal responsibilities, and the two of them are not close relatives, so there is nothing wrong with that.

A few years ago, she did receive help from him when she was in Warsaw, and he was also a good friend of Werner. Now she has a particularly deep affection for anything related to Werner.

Both of them had been hungry all day, so they finished eating quickly without caring about their appearance.Eric put down the knife and fork, picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his mouth gracefully. Only then did Rosia notice that there was a black scar on the back of his hand. It seemed to be a burn. It was so serious that the skin was already twisted.

"your hands?"

Eric put down the napkin, raised his hand and took a look. There was no special expression on his face, and he looked calm and indifferent: "Oh, it's nothing, I just got injured accidentally in the concentration camp."

The concentration camp was a nightmare that Rosia would never forget.She couldn't imagine that a high-ranking German officer or a Gestapo could be injured in a concentration camp. Who could hurt him? Are there people like her?

"Um, I heard... you are taking over the, uh, work in the concentration camp now?" Rosia worded her words carefully and glanced at him secretly.

The expression on Eric's face became paler, and he looked at the empty bowl on the table without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something or in a daze.If someone else did this action, Rosia would definitely not think anything of it, but if it was done by a Gestapo, it would be very scary. She would think that he was thinking of killing people and silencing them.

After a long time, just when she was wondering if she should find something to talk about to break the deadlock, Eric himself spoke: "It's not that it's happening now, it's that it has already been taken over."

"Uh……"

He continued to stare at the bowl on the table with a strange expression: "I have been working there for three months."

"This..." Should she express congratulations?He doesn't look very happy!

"If I'm not mistaken, you are one of the people in charge of this batch of donated supplies shipped by the Red Cross from Paris, right?" Eric was still staring at the bowl, only looking up in the middle. He gave her a look and said, "I don't know what your impression of the concentration camp is, but you are actually willing to come here again."

"..."

This, this, this atmosphere, this tone is really weird.

If it weren't for the Gestapo uniform he was wearing, she would have thought he was an anti-Nazi.

"Well, what's your impression of the concentration camp?" Rosia asked cautiously.

"What else can there be? Let's just do it." Eric picked up the gloves on the table. He thought he was leaving, but he didn't expect that he just sat back and lowered his eyes to the floor.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke in a low voice: "It's scary in there!"

"..."

Rosia wanted to roll her eyes.However, I don’t know how I should feel. A Gestapo would think that the place built by his own people is scary. Is it because that place is really scary to the extreme, or because his heart has already tended to more people.

Rosia didn't know, but she thought maybe it was a little bit of both.

"Elgar was injured, and he was approved to return to China to recuperate. The people below are all a group of non-commissioned officers, and they all lack the ability to perform their positions. When orders came from above, I had no choice but to take over. Remember I told you that we have a fundamental relationship with the Skeleton Team What's the difference?" His voice was low, as if he was recalling the tragic events of the past, and a low and depressing atmosphere filled the entire kitchen.

"A few months ago, the Jews inside held an uprising." Eric turned over his injured hand and looked at it in rapt attention: "They only have more than 1000 people, and there are very few guns and grenades, and we are fighting for To suppress that resistance, tanks and armored vehicles were dispatched, ha!"

He suddenly laughed, and Rosia inexplicably felt an emotion that was close to collapse. But when she raised her head to look at him, she found that he was still calm: "This is not enough for more than 1000 people, but they persisted for more than 20 days. How can you Can you imagine it? At that time, I was still trying to take over, and I thought that if these Jews were conscripted into the army, it would be a great help to the empire. Of course, I was just thinking about it."

"During the uprising, they burned my hands with flamethrowers. In more than 20 days, 16 soldiers died and more than 90 soldiers were injured." There was a subtle irony in his low tone: "But in the concentration camp, people died Thirteen thousand Jews were killed, and more than 1 Jews were sent to Auschwitz."

"And now, I'm thinking, what can killing these Jews bring to Germany?"

　In the later stages of the war, the Nazis massacred the Jews, but many awakened people began to doubt that those who fought in the war would help the Jews.However, they are usually very tragic, and if they are discovered, they will have political disputes or court martial.

　　Also, I can’t see the comments at the bottom of the chapter unless I refresh my computer. Try to open one in the book review area.
　　
　
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