On the afternoon of the first working day, Wei Ran put on a few boxes of cans in the darkness that had already fallen, and followed Mikita slowly towards the building where the hospital was located.
Before walking into the lobby on the first floor, Wei Ran saw the busty nurse Yin Linni from a distance. At this time, she had two small suitcases at her feet and an accordion in her arms. She was alone.
Standing alone under the streetlight.
Not far from her, two Soviet soldiers talking and laughing were busy refueling the truck. Obviously, this angel who was incompatible with the surrounding environment was about to leave Mine 52, but she didn't know what this meant to her.
Tell me whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.
Wei Ran, who is just a bystander, has no intention of judging who is right or wrong, because here, right and wrong have no meaning at all.
Why does the political commissar who smiles every day and has no pretensions come here? Isn't it just for revenge? The head nurse who lost her husband would rather not accompany her son but comes here. What does she come for?
After all, it is always easier to stand up and speak without pain in the back. However, only those who have experienced the pain of hatred can truly empathize with it.
"Captain Victor"
Just as Wei Ran was thinking about it and walking towards the gate, Yin Linni under the street lamp called out to him.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran stopped, turned around and asked with a smile.
Yin Linni subconsciously took a step back, gritted her teeth and summoned up the courage to ask, "Don't you feel guilty for doing such a cruel thing?"
"of course"
Wei Ran spread his hands and replied in a particularly sincere tone, "I always wake up from my sleep because of guilt, and then suffer from insomnia all night long. Many times, I even need the help of alcohol to fall asleep again."
Having said this, Wei Ran paused deliberately and waited until the expression on Yin Linni's face changed slightly. Then he slightly increased his voice and continued in a tone of voice, "Beautiful angel, I always feel guilty, guilty.
Why didn't I be more cruel to those fashusi who should have been shot long ago? Why did I let them not wail all night long, and why did I have the intention to fall in love after the mining work was over."
"You will go to hell." Yin Linni gritted her teeth and gave Wei Ran a curse.
"Even if I go to hell, I will still find a job as an executioner."
Wei Ran deliberately showed a crazy smile that he had learned in the mental hospital in Kirov, and walked in front of Yin Linni and said, "Look, I have enough torture experience, so there must be something in hell."
There will be a job for me.
Let me think about it, Prisoner of War No. 806, right? I remember you said that its name seems to have Takahashi? I will take note of it. It will definitely not go to heaven, so if I meet it in hell, do you think I
How will we treat..."
"Stop talking! Stop talking!"
Yin Linni let out a terrified scream, retreated hastily to widen the distance between her and Wei Ran, and then sat down on the thick snow.
Mikita patted his forehead, "Sorry, I forgot, you have been fired from the No. 52 Mine Hospital, so it is more appropriate for me to call you Comrade Yin Linni."
"You devils, you're gonna get it because of what you did..."
"Won't"
Mikita rarely showed a serious expression. He came to Yin Linni who was sitting on the ground in a Slavic squatting posture. He took off his thick Shapka winter hat, lowered his head and said in a very formal manner, "Comrade Yin Linni
, although what we did may be cruel, from beginning to end, neither I nor Captain Victor, we broke the rules of Mine 52.
The one who broke the rules was the prisoner of war No. 806 who fell in love with you. Because he broke the management regulations, he was frozen to death. It was also because of him that we inspected the shacks in the prisoner of war camp and found those weapons.
Of course, I'm not passing all the blame on you, but everything has a beginning, right? You should know before coming here that this is a prison, and the guards can do anything, but they can't have sex with prisoners.
The close relationship will not only cause loopholes in management, but also cause hidden dangers to the safety of everyone here.
So you should be glad that this matter has been ended in a way that does not cost a lot due to the hints of Comrade Political Commissar and Comrade Head Nurse.
Otherwise, Comrade Yin Linni, none of us want to see you come to Mine No. 52 as a nurse and end up staying in Mine No. 52 forever as a prisoner.
You know, the prisoners here have no human rights. The only thing they should do, besides working hard, is to always be grateful that we keep them alive."
Having said this, Mikita had already put the Shapka cotton hat that originally belonged to him on Yin Linni's head, stood up at the same time, and walked into the door of the first floor of the hospital without looking back.
“The love brain and the Virgin brain that even dogs won’t eat.”
Wei Ran murmured something in Chinese that only he could understand, turned around and followed Mikita, once again ignoring Yin Linni who was sitting on the ground with a pale and frightened face.
When the two of them walked into the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, the injured prisoners of war were still acting as props for the nurses to practice bandaging. At the same time, outside the treatment room, there were also a few more pale faces, using their hands.
A prisoner of war pressing a vein in his elbow.
Not surprisingly, when these prisoners of war who came to donate blood returned to their respective shacks with fear, those fears would spread among the prisoners of war.
As for the consequences, there are only two kinds, either to rebel in groups, or to live more cautiously. But Wei Ran has reason to believe that if those prisoners of war still had the courage to resist, they might not survive the sixth year after the end of World War II.
Climbing up to the second floor with hoarse wails, Wei Ran smelled the aroma of fried food coming from the end of the corridor far away.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Passing through the half-open sliding security door, Wei Ran saw at a glance that in the corner at the end of the corridor, there was a prisoner of war wearing only single clothes, taking care of the shelf.
There was a soup pot on the stove. The hot oil in the soup pot was already bubbling, and there were some ingredients wrapped in noodles floating on it. On the plate next to it, there were already many fried golden products.
Siberian Tempura? Wei Ran couldn't help but feel happy, and followed Mikita into Dr. Goosen's office with a normal expression.
At this time, there was a lot of food and drink on the table in the office, including pickles, canned fish, Russian stew dishes obviously brought from the cafeteria, and two large plates of Japanese fried tempura.
, and a large basin of miso soup that smelled pretty good. Of course, there was also a large bottle of vodka placed on the desk next to it.
Before Wei Ran and Mikita could take off their guns and sit down, the female nurse Zoya had already walked over from the opposite room, holding a plate of cut apples in her hand.
"I thought Comrade Political Commissar would be here too," Mikita said with a sigh of relief.
"He probably won't have time to come over today."
Dr. Gusen whispered while pouring wine for everyone, "Do you remember what you told me yesterday that starting next winter at the latest, the prisoners of war here will be transferred to the aluminum mines on the west side of the Ural Mountains?"
"How do you bring this up?" Mikita raised his head warily.
"Just now, the exploration team has received an order to prepare to go to the aluminum mine to provide technical support."
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Gusen put down the bottle of wine and lowered his voice further. "When the signal troop sent the news, Political Commissar Krechi was right next to me and issued the order. According to him, not only will the exploration team go there this time, but they will probably also be dispatched.
A group of prisoners of war went over to help."
"You want to send them there?" Mikita instantly guessed what the other party was thinking.
"This is not something I can decide"
When Dr. Gomori said this, the prisoner of war who came to help with the cooking also came in with a plate of tempura and carefully placed the plate in his hand on the table.
"Wait a moment"
Zoya, who had already picked up the cup, called out in Russian to the prisoner of war who was hunched over and about to leave the office, "That is prisoner of war No. 589, the one who made the dagger."
"It is?"
Wei Ran and Mikita pressed down the revolver on the desk next to them one after another, and the prisoner of war instantly rolled to the ground, pressing his head against the floor, while using words that Wei Ran and others could not understand.
He was mumbling something in Japanese.
"It is begging for mercy, hoping to let other prisoners of war be spared. For this reason, it is willing to do anything." Zhuo Ya helped translate.
"Why is it here?" Wei Ran was the first to ask.
"In the afternoon we went to the prisoner of war camp to find a blood donor for the injured prisoner of war."
Zhuo Ya picked up the cup and shook it, "Then he took the initiative to come up and admitted that he had helped make those daggers alone."
"It's rare to find a hard bone among prisoners of war," Mikita said with satisfaction.
Zoya took a sip of vodka and said nonchalantly, "I had a serious conversation with it. It said that those short knives were only used to make those companions who could no longer persevere commit suicide. If we don't believe it, it is even willing to kill us.
Show me how to kill yourself with those daggers."
After saying that, Zhuo Ya stretched out her hand from the plate and picked up a vegetable leaf that was wrapped in batter and fried to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. She took a bite and continued in an unclear manner, "In addition, its cooking skills are good. This thing
delicious."
"Can you understand Russian?" Mikita picked up a piece of bread and threw it to Prisoner of War No. 589, who was still kneeling on the ground.
The prisoner of war did not touch the piece of bread, but continued to chatter in Japanese.
"It can only understand some simple command words," Zhuo Ya explained beside him. "According to him, he was a blacksmith who specialized in making knives before joining the army."
"Let him eat the bread." As Mikita spoke, he did not forget to step on the piece of bread with his shoe.
Seeing this, Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes and helplessly translated the sentence. Under the gaze of everyone, the relatively tough prisoner of war clenched his fists and hesitated for less than two seconds before picking up pieces of bread and stuffing them into his mouth.
He put it in his mouth and chewed it with big mouthfuls.
However, before Mikita could decide its fate, the sound of shoes hitting the ground came from the corridor outside the door.
Seeing this, Dr. Goosen immediately kicked Prisoner of War No. 589, who was kneeling on the ground, and motioned him to stand against the wall.
Mikita also picked up the cup and said happily, "For the second glass of wine, let's..."
"Captain Mikita" A Soviet soldier stood at the door and saluted, straightened his chest and said loudly, "Commissar Krechi please come over immediately, there is an urgent mission."
"I got it." Mikita drank all the wine in the glass, winked at Wei Ran and others, stood up, picked up the pistol on the table, and followed the soldier out of the office.
When Mikita and the two walked away, Zoya immediately asked in a worried voice, "Is it possible that they have been discovered?"
"No, calm down first."
Dr. Gusen responded in a low voice, picked up the cup again, and said with a normal expression, "Come on, let's continue to drink."
