"I don't know what you are looking for in my room, but can you please leave my underwear and my money alone?"
At the door of the room, the singer Mia shouted loudly, and in the corridor on the second floor, the drunken drinkers who had been awakened also began to boo, taking advantage of the strength of their wine and the strength of the crowd, to mock the lobby on the first floor without any restraint.
Those chain dogs in there.
Most of these drinkers are submarine soldiers returning to Hong Kong for vacation. Compared with other land-based military units, although they also hate chain dogs with dog tags, they don't have much fear. After all, chain dogs cannot chase them.
There's trouble in the submarine. And even if you do go there, after you leave your post, there will still be sharks and accidents waiting for those nasty people who don't know whether to live or die.
In the center of the hall on the first floor, the middle-aged man who had never introduced his identity looked at the submarine soldiers in the corridor on the second floor irritably. He suppressed his anger and carefully interrogated the dancer Petra, and then listened to what was said on the second floor.
After the testimony of a submariner who had never left the tavern, he suddenly asked, "Artur, your bartender won't be back tonight?"
"Victor is just my bartender, not my son."
At this time, Artur also acted like someone was supporting him and he would not give up, "Even if he is my son, he is already an adult."
"So he won't come back tonight?" the middle-aged man who came to look for trouble asked patiently.
Artur spread his hands and said, "If you want to find him, you can wait until tomorrow morning. He will definitely be back by then."
"I will come again tomorrow morning"
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stepped past Petra, who had been leaning against the bar to watch the excitement, greeted his soldiers and walked out.
Seeing this, the drinkers watching the lively scene in the corridor on the second floor let out a mocking cheer. Artur glanced at the soldiers walking out of Mia's room and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just when the middle-aged man whose name was unknown was about to walk out of the tavern, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "Artur, in order to avoid another incident of missing soldiers in your tavern, I
Two soldiers will be left standing guard at the door of your tavern to protect the safety of those upstairs."
"no problem!"
Before Artur could speak, the captain who had been ruined not long ago said loudly, "Friends who are left behind, you can have a drink together later, and let Artur arrange a girl for each of you! I promise,
The dancers at the Siren’s Tavern are the most exciting in the whole port of Kiel!”
"Your boss is so kind. In order to give you a reasonable excuse to have a drink, he helped you find this excuse." In the corridor on the second floor, a bearded submariner joked loudly.
The middle-aged man in casual clothes glanced at the captain who had always been against him, snorted and walked out of the Siren Tavern, got on the sidecar motorcycle parked at the door and drove away.
"Artur, we were disturbed again tonight."
The captain, who was hugging Petra, asked with a proud look on his face, "So will there be free wine to drink tomorrow? If so, I will continue to stay in this shabby tavern for one more night."
"wine?"
Artur glanced at the two chained dogs standing at the door, and said with a pained face, "Yes! Of course there is! There is now! But there is only half a barrel, so if any of you wants to drink, you can come down now
!”
Hearing that there was free drinking, this tavern, which had been quiet for a while, became lively again. Soldiers who were either shirtless or wearing only a pair of shorts immediately swarmed downstairs with their mistresses in hand, and even
Before Artur and the mute old man put the oak barrels they brought out on the table, they each picked up a cup and squeezed it into it.
"Artur, let your Mia sing a song for everyone!" The submariner who had been living in the tavern these days once again secretly helped Artur.
"There is an extra charge for singing at this time," Artur said reluctantly, "You have drank so much of my red wine for free these days, you have to let me make some money."
"Take it!" The leading submariner took out a few coins from his pocket and threw them directly on the bar.
With the leader in charge, the remaining few who had money on their bodies generously took out some banknotes or Mark coins and threw them on the bar without looking at them. They didn't know when they would die, and there was no place to go even during the holidays.
But for the poor guy, that's where the money should have been spent.
"I'm going to change clothes," Mia said helplessly, turned and walked into the room.
"Artur, can you light the gas lamp?"
"Idiot! Did you forget about the blackout?"
A pilot held a glass filled with red wine and deliberately walked to the door. With his back to the two chain dogs standing guard, he stopped him loudly, "If we dare to light the gas lamps, those wolf dogs will have an excuse to bite us!"
"Don't say that"
The submariner who had been helping Artur talk brought a dancer with big breasts and fat hips. They each brought an extra glass of red wine and walked to the door. They generously handed it to the two unwelcome chain dogs and said, "Have a drink."
Well, Artur's wine is the only one in Kiel Port that is not mixed with water."
The two soldiers who were left to watch the door looked at each other in embarrassment, but then heard the submariner say, "It's just a glass of wine for free. Do you want me to help you find a girl to feed you?"
?”
"Doppler, you are such a good person." The soldier who deliberately provoked trouble just now said with a mocking face, "You actually invited a chained dog to drink. There is no such good person like you in the entire Kiel Port."
"Leave that idiot alone"
While the submariner named Doppler was speaking, he had already forced the cup in his hand into the hand of a younger-looking soldier, and the dancer next to him was offering the red wine in his hand.
Before, he licked another soldier's earlobe teasingly.
Artur, who had been watching at the bar, touched the mute old man next to him with his toes without leaving any trace. The latter slowly walked into the kitchen, sat on a greasy chair, bent down and picked up a wine bottle at his feet.
He stared out the window intently, ready to smash the bottle on the floor at any moment.
At the same time, Mia, who returned to the room, picked up the iron hook again and gently tapped the metal plate burning with charcoal fire to signal safety.
Upon hearing the signal, the woman codenamed Juliet in the basement immediately turned on a flashlight, and then used this beam to use a wooden pole to lift the iron basin buckled on the fireplace bonfire, and then lit another one.
A kerosene lamp was placed on a table covered with manuscript papers.
"It's safe," Juliet whispered to Wei Ran, "but not too loudly."
Quickly glancing at the scars criss-crossing the other person's face, Wei Ran asked in a low voice, "His wound has become inflamed and requires surgery. In addition, I also need morphine."
"Hold on"
Juliet walked to the shelves against the wall, and after searching for a while, she took out a carton of morphine and a glass syringe.
"Boil a kettle of water," Wei Ran whispered.
Juliet nodded, found an enamel pot, went to the bathroom, filled it with some water, covered it, and set it on the bonfire.
While the water was boiling, Wei Ran looked around and observed the situation in the basement. Compared with decades later, except for the fact that there were no coffins, there was not much difference in this basement. It was just that there were more manuscript papers, and at the same time, next to the fireplace
There was just a lot of firewood piled up.
"Can his leg be saved?" Juliet asked in a low voice.
"It's hard to say." Wei Ran looked back and shook his head, "We can only know after cutting the wound."
Juliet didn't say anything else, she just sat quietly on the chair beside the table, turned on the two radio stations placed side by side with a little unfamiliarity, then put on her headphones as if no one else was around, and took a pen to write on the manuscript paper.
The painter was recording something, as if he didn't care about the life or death of the man on the bed.
Resisting the doubts in his heart, Wei Ran quietly waited for the water in the pot to boil, then simply sterilized the glass syringe, the only scalpel and two surgical forceps, and then injected morphine into the body of the man on the bed.
.
After waiting quietly for a moment, Wei Ran began the operation under the bright light provided by the kerosene gas lamp, but the woman codenamed Juliet did not stop her work from beginning to end.
From the incised wound, smelly pus and black blood slowly flowed out. Wei Ran frowned and carefully found the bullet stuck in the muscle. After taking it out, he cut away the surrounding rotten flesh carefully.
Debridement and final suture and dressing work were completed.
"Are you done?" Juliet asked without raising her head after hearing Wei Ran breathe a sigh of relief.
"finished"
Wei Ran picked up a towel from the bedside, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, wet the towel again, and applied it to the unconscious man's forehead, "But we lack penicillin, so whether he can persevere or not depends on
He can look at himself."
"Penicillin?" Juliet repeated the word that came out of Wei Ran's mouth, "What is that?"
"Nothing." Wei Ran waved his hand perfunctorily, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Juliet, what are you...doing?"
"Cracking the German radio encryption method" Juliet didn't mean to hide it at all, and happily informed her of her work.
"Enigma?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
At this time, Juliet finally raised her head and looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "Do you know Enigma?"
"I've heard that." Wei Ran found a chair and sat down by himself. "That kind of thing is not easy to crack. Its encryption method is very complicated."
"I have tried to crack the commercial Enigma, and it is indeed very complicated." Juliet lowered her head again and said while continuing to work.
"Success?"
"No"
There was a trace of despair in Juliet's tone, "The commercial Enigma is already very difficult. I have never succeeded. I think the military Enigma must be even more difficult, especially since I have no way of getting their password."
Under the premise of this and the encryption machine.”
"and you..."
"Someone has to do this, right?" Juliet opened the drawer, took out a box of R6 cigarettes, took out one, and threw the cigarette box to Wei Ran.
The two lit a cigarette with a match, and Juliet closed her eyes tiredly, "I have been working in this basement for more than six months, but I have made no progress at all. Your name is Victor, right?"
Tell me what you know about Enigma, maybe you can give me some ideas."
"I don't know much about it." Wei Ran let the cigarette burn slowly between his fingers. "I only know that it is difficult to crack and is as complicated as a clock."
"As complicated as a clock..." Juliet muttered, and said painfully, "It's a very appropriate description."
