In the basement that smelled of nicotine, before the cigarette in his hand had burned out, there was another knocking sound from the metal plate in the hole above his head.
"It's time for you to go up." Juliet said while already extinguishing the kerosene lamp beside the table. "Thank you for your help."
"No...nothing"
Wei Ran, who originally wanted to ask more questions, temporarily suppressed his curiosity, threw the cigarette butt into the nearby fireplace, and then used the iron basin next to it to cover the scarlet charcoal fire.
When the kerosene gas lamp behind her was completely extinguished and the metal plate above her head was opened, Mia anxiously waved her hand to Wei Ran to signal him to hurry up.
Putting on leather gloves, Wei Ran supported the falling charcoal ash above his head and climbed up quickly on the steel handrail. Mia also quickly restored the metal plate to its original shape and covered it with charcoal fire.
"Get out of the window"
Mia took off her gloves and whispered, "Then go to Frank's house, remember not to be discovered, and tell him that it was Montague who asked you to hide at his place. In addition, there are people guarding the door, and there may be some on the roadside.
People are guarding you. If...if you are discovered, find a way to leave Kiel Port."
"Understood" Wei Ran nodded, also took off his gloves and handed them to the other party.
"How is he?" Mia asked, opening the window.
"After the operation is completed, it depends on him whether he can survive."
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already climbed out through the window, and Mia also took away the blanket spread on the windowsill, rolled it up and put it aside, then simply closed the window and drew the heavy curtains.
Who do you work for?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, took out the Soviet cloak and the damp boots from the metal book, put them on, and under the cover of night, took a roundabout way to Frank's house.
Ever since the chained dog named Adam was thrown into the lake by him and Frank, patrolling soldiers have even been arranged in this town, which was not the case last night. Fortunately, because of the blackout, as long as you be careful,
It's not difficult to avoid them.
Following his memory, Wei Ran arrived near the Frank family's wooden house without any danger. After putting away his cloak and boots, he put on the shoes he had been holding and knocked on the door carefully.
Not long after, Frank's alert question came from the door, "Who?"
"It's me, Victor. It was Montague who asked me..." Before he could finish his words, Frank opened the door, and Wei Ran immediately got in.
"What's wrong?" Frank asked with a frown.
Wei Ran briefly described the situation in the tavern and followed him into the house where he slept last night.
"Did you perform surgery on him?" Frank looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be capable of this skill."
"I used to be a veterinarian," Wei Ran once again used the tried and true excuse, "But his condition is not good. Whether he can survive it depends on himself."
"It's better than dragging it all the time," Frank said cheerfully, "Wait a minute, I'll get a bottle of wine, we have to have a drink!"
When the other party came back with two glasses and a bottle of wine, Wei Ran tentatively asked, "Frank, can you tell me about Juliet and the others?"
Frank hesitated for a moment, then sighed, sat down against the wall, sipped the wine in the glass and whispered in the dark room, "Do you know about the Secret University in Warsaw?"
"Secret University in Warsaw? I know, you want to say that Ms. Juliet is a professor at the Secret University?"
Wei Ran asked in surprise, the so-called Secret University of Warsaw was a secret organization established by intellectuals after Poland was occupied by the German army. But how did this secret organization end up in Germany?
Putting aside the talent and skills of Poland itself, which always chooses the wrong team, during World War II, when Poland was occupied by the German army, the surviving Poles were also deprived of the right to education. Even the historic University of Warsaw has changed
It became a German military camp.
Against this backdrop, many Polish professors organized the so-called Polish Secret Universities, where they held secret classes in small groups in private apartments, basements, fields and even various seemingly safe places.
The risks of these Polish secret universities are no less than those of Jewish descent. Once discovered by the Germans, not only the teachers but also the students attending the classes will face the risk of being burned alive.
But even so, as of 1944, more than 300 professors and at least 3,500 students had participated in various courses at the Secret University of Warsaw, and how many of them were massacred by the Germans. I am afraid that even the Germans at the time were confused.
Not sure.
"Do you know about the Secret University of Warsaw?" After Wei Ran gave the affirmative answer again, the surprised person was Frank.
"As far as I know, aren't they all organizing underground classes in Poland? How did they end up here?"
"They were both professors at the University of Warsaw"
Frank explained in a low voice, "Later, after Poland was occupied, they became teachers at the Secret University in Warsaw."
"Wait, you said they..."
"Those two in the basement"
Flack showed a sad smile, "Juliet...just call her Juliet. She was once a professor in the Department of Mathematics. The injured man, we call him Romeo, was once a professor in the Department of Philosophy. Artur used to
He is a German teacher at the University of Warsaw, and the mute father was a professor in the law department. Mia is Artur’s student, and I am a student of the mute father.”
"You...how did you get here?" Wei Ran became more and more surprised.
"Our secret university was discovered by the Nazis"
Frank raised his head and whispered, "You must know Erich, the son of the original owner of the Siren Tavern, right? You must know, after all, you worked in that tavern before we came here."
"Uh... I know," Wei Ran responded cautiously. He finally knew the origin of his identity as a bartender.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "He is a student of Juliet, a mathematical genius. My sister, Mia, and I are all from Szczecin, a border city between Germany and Poland."
"Then what?" Wei Ran asked.
"Then?"
Frank drank all the wine in the glass, "With the help of Erich and his father, your last boss, we successfully escaped to Denmark, but it didn't take long for the Germans to invade Denmark."
"You guys really know how to choose a place..."
Wei Ran secretly cursed that he could choose to take refuge in a country that surrendered after only resisting the Germans for four hours during World War II. I am afraid that only the Poles could do this.
Frank didn't notice Wei Ran's strange expression in the darkness, and while pouring himself a drink, he continued, "There was no way, we changed our identities at the suggestion of Erich and his son, and fled to Kiel Port in batches. But
Shortly after that, Erich and his father were arrested because of their Jewish ancestry.
You must have guessed what happened next. As a wine merchant, Mr. Artur took over the Siren Tavern and the basement that was originally used as a wine cellar. Later, with the help of some people, we found a way to rescue Eli.
Greek, and sent him and his mother to Switzerland for asylum."
At this point, Frank sighed, "At first we just wanted to survive, but later, we thought we should do something."
"Where are those dancing girls?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.
"They...they...are all our classmates"
Frank muttered gloomily, "Go to bed with those Germans and collect information about their voyage and return to Hong Kong. This is the only thing they can do."
Wei Ran was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "But even if you get this information, what's the use of it?"
"It will always be useful," Frank said as if to comfort himself, "Romeo said that the information will be of great use."
Wei Ran opened his mouth, but wisely did not continue to ask. Instead, he picked up the cup, touched it with the other person, raised his head and poured the wine inside into his mouth.
At this time, he no longer had the idea of teasing the other party.
For these exiled students and teachers, and for these Poles who have lost their country and their families, what these people have done is enough to be called heroes. As for not taking sides, how can these people decide those things?
?
"Is there anything else you want to know?" Frank asked, holding the wine glass.
Wei Ran thought for a while and asked, "That man in the basement, Romeo, how was he injured?"
"He was discovered by the chain dog Adam when he was passing on information. We spent a lot of effort to rescue him."
"Transmitting information? To whom...forget it, pretend I didn't ask." Wei Ran suppressed his curiosity.
"Maybe it's British."
Frank gave an ambiguous answer, "He is the only one among us who can speak English. He usually acts alone and relies on my identity as a postman to contact him through a single line. Only those teachers know that the information we collect will eventually be sent to
Whose hands will it fall into?"
"What do you need from me?" Wei Ran asked, "I can help you."
"It depends on Artur's arrangement," Frank said ambiguously, "But fortunately Adam is dead. We just need to find a way to keep the secret of the basement."
Having said this, Frank glanced at the night outside the window, poured another glass of wine for Wei Ran and said, "Okay, drink this glass of wine and go to bed early."
Wei Ran nodded when he heard the words, picked up the cup and clinked it with the other person, then drank it all in one gulp and watched the other person leave the room.
"He is actually Polish..."
Wei Ran looked at the night outside and muttered in disbelief. He really didn't know whether this was good news or bad news. After all, it was only 1941, and it was still early for World War II to end.
Whether these people can persist until the end of the war, or how many of them can persist until the end of World War II, is really a despairing unknown. But as the mathematics professor codenamed Juliet in the basement said, someone has to do these things.
