Chapter 723 Interrogation of Prisoner of War No. 589
In Dr. Gusen's office, the female nurse Zoya asked in a panic, "What should we do? Gusen, Victor, how should we stop him?"
"Stop?"
Dr. Gu Sen shook his head, sat down again and tapped the table with his fingers. After thinking for a long time, he finally shook his head and motioned Wei Ran and Zhuo Ya to come over. He lowered his voice and said carefully in their ears,
"I'm afraid I can't stop him. Based on my understanding of Mikita, he must have been planning this matter for a long time.
Even if we have enough excuses to keep him at this time, we can't keep those experimental subjects. Once they get out of control, all of us, including Sasha who has returned to Kazan, will probably be detained as prisoners.
Sent to construction site 501 and worked until death."
"Then...what should we do?"
Zhuo Ya asked with a pale face. Just as Wei Ran had guessed before, Zhuo Ya and more grassroots personnel like Zhuo Ya, although they didn't know where Construction Site 501 was, they knew that if the prisoner's name was used,
The identity was sent there, can you be healthy... No, no, no, to be precise, the probability of coming back alive is really pitifully low.
Even if you are sent to Construction Site 501 as a staff member - such as the busty nurse Yin Linni who has already set off, it is still an adventure that may cost you your life at any time.
"Victor, will you give up the dormitory to Zoya tonight?" Dr. Gusen said suddenly.
Wei Ran was stunned when he heard this, then nodded with a smile, "It would be best if you have an empty bed here."
"Of course" Dr. Goosen pointed to the upstairs, "I originally had two beds in my dormitory."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Zhuo Ya glared at Wei Ran and Gu Sen with a red face.
"He will leave early tomorrow morning." Gu Sen looked at Zhuo Ya with deep meaning, "Please spend time with him. I don't know when the next time you will meet is."
"I won't go back to the dormitory." Wei Ran spread his hands, extremely bachelor, "I guess he will go back to the dormitory directly later."
Zoya, who was about to say something, stamped her feet, picked up the cup on the table, filled it with vodka, drank it in one gulp, and then ran out of the office again in a puff of smoke.
"It's good to be young," Dr. Goosen said with a smile, seemingly not worried about the situation in front of him.
"You don't seem to be much older than Zhuo Ya." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already filled the wine glass and handed it to Dr. Gu Sen.
"I'm 12 years older than Zoya," Dr. Gusen said while holding a wine glass. "When I first met her, she was just 13 years old."
"Are you 12 years older than her?" Wei Ran was stunned and asked subconsciously, "How old is she this year?"
"19 years old," Dr. Gusen said with a smile.
"She is only 19 years old? Have you known her six years ago?"
Wei Ran's eyes widened. He was surprised that Gu Sen and Zhuo Ya were old acquaintances, and even more surprised that Zhuo Ya was so young.
"certainly"
Gu Sen asked Wei Ran to sit down again, picked up a piece of fried fish and threw it into his mouth. While chewing, he explained with a slurred expression, "She is the child of my comrade, a machine from Yinrkutsk."
Gunner.
But he was unlucky and died outside Berlin before victory, right on the operating table that I was responsible for. Before dying, that bastard entrusted his daughter Zoya to me."
"Isn't it hard to take care of such a girl?" Wei Ran responded absently, his mind couldn't help but think of those friends and those children in the basement in Berlin.
“It’s really hard work”
Gu Sen sighed tiredly, "Zhuo Ya is not a well-behaved and obedient girl. Frankly speaking, she has caused me a lot of trouble. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to take her to hide in such a ghost place."
Wei Ran happily picked up the cup and clinked it with the other party, and said with some schadenfreude, "When you say that, I know it's a big trouble."
Dr. Goosen's tone also contained a bit of schadenfreude, "Let that bastard Mikita have a headache from the trouble she causes in the future. That guy is a trustworthy man."
"No wonder you're not worried at all"
"There's nothing to worry about," Dr. Goosen said, pointing to the door. "What are you going to do with that prisoner of war?"
"Don't worry yet." Wei Ranhun waved his hand nonchalantly. How troublesome a prisoner of war can be, there is no need to use his brain to deal with it.
However, when the topic turned to prisoners of war, Wei Ran remembered another thing. He simply put down his cup and walked to the door to greet the prisoner of war who was huddled by the stove.
"Doctor Gusen, how about asking it a few questions for me?" Wei Ran said while rummaging around on the prisoner of war's body.
"Of course, what do you want to ask?" Dr. Gu Sen didn't wait for Wei Ran to speak, and immediately added, "First of all, Victor, no torture is allowed in my office. I don't want to wake up the people upstairs and downstairs.
patient."
"Don't worry, I'm just asking a few questions."
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already found a seal with paste from the prisoner's pocket, "Please help me look at this seal first and see what the name is written on it."
"The Great Dream of Xishan" Dr. Gusen just took the seal and glanced at it casually before giving an affirmative reply.
Bidige
"Do you know where I can find the corresponding record of the prisoner of war's number and name?" Wei Ran took the seal, threw it to the prisoner of war and asked the second question.
"have no idea"
Dr. Gusen shook his head, "To be precise, there is no such thing. Their only identity is the number on their chest."
"What if they change clothes between each other?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
"Is there any difference?" Dr. Gusen spread his hands and asked matter-of-factly, "Who cares that they have swapped identities?"
"makes sense"
Wei Ran burst out laughing. No one here really cares about the name of each prisoner of war. It can even be said that when these prisoners of war come here, their lives have been condensed into a string of meaningless numbers that can be erased at any time.
.
Ironically, in later generations, the only text that records their numbers may be Mikita's work records. Unfortunately, everything he recorded in Eucalyptus is destined to not survive.
With emotion, Wei Ran looked at the prisoner of war with a smile, and said at the same time, "Gu Sen, let him look at me and tell him that if his eyes dodge for even half a second, I will kill him and him immediately.
All the prisoners in his shack."
"You are much more professional than Mikita when it comes to torture."
Gu Sen smiled and praised, then switched to Japanese and translated Wei Ran's request to the prisoner of war.
I don't know if it was because of the brutality Wei Ran showed in torturing the prisoner of war in public during the day, or because the threat he just made poked the prisoner of war's weakness. As Dr. Gusen finished his translation, the prisoner of war numbered 589 immediately raised his head.
Looking straight into Wei Ran's eyes.
Ignoring the hatred hidden in the other party's eyes, Wei Ran slowly took out his red plastic notebook from his pocket, and used the cover of his pocket to take out the pen in the metal notebook, and then wrote on it.
A string of Russian words was handed to Gusen.
After taking the notebook and glancing at it, Gu Sen closed the notebook with a snap, "I understand."
"Then let's get started!"
After speaking, Wei Ran stood up, looked at the prisoner of war from a distance of one meter and asked, "First question, what is your name?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Sen, who was watching the excitement, immediately helped translate the question, and soon gave an answer that was exactly the same as the name on the seal.
"What is your father's name, what is your mother's name, where is your home, and where was your last formal education."
Wei Ran stopped abruptly as he said this, patiently waiting for Dr. Gusen to help translate, and then patiently waiting for Prisoner of War No. 589 to answer one by one.
However, before Gusen could translate the prisoner's response into Russian, Wei Ran continued to ask, "What's the name of the teacher you hate most in this school? What's unique about its architecture?
What’s around the nearest intersection?”
Before he finished speaking, Dr. Gusen, who was also in the state, immediately translated. The prisoner on the other side, who had been staring at Wei Ran and blinked as little as possible, also answered again.
"For the next question, ask him to speak faster and louder." After Wei Ran finished speaking, he continued to ask, "What is the name of the neighbor with whom your family has the best relationship?"
Gu Sen, who originally thought that Wei Ran was going to ask a lot of questions at once, was stunned, and quickly translated after he realized what he was saying.
For the next 20 minutes, the communication speed between the two parties became faster and faster, and Wei Ran's questions became more and more strange, ranging from the name of the neighbor's dog, male or female, to the name of his favorite female classmate.
His name, birthday, and various other questions were all asked here and there. He even asked some questions that he had asked before.
"Which unit of the Kwantung Army did you serve in?" Wei Ran suddenly asked a question that was barely considered the core.
Dr. Gomori took a sip of vodka, translated the question into Japanese, and got the prisoner's answer.
However, when Wei Ran once again asked the prisoner in Russian if anyone he knew was from Hiroshima or Nagasaki, Dr. Gomori followed the instructions Wei Ran had made with him in his notebook before asking.
Then, in a very homely tone, he asked in Japanese, "Who gave you the name Inukai Kento?"
"My name is Daimu Nishiyama," Prisoner of War No. 589 responded loudly in Japanese, "My mother gave me the name."
"Last question, do you know Inukai Sage?"
When Wei Ran asked this question, he sat back in his seat with satisfaction. He was almost certain that this prisoner of war was not lying.
"He said he didn't know him and had never heard of the name."
After Dr. Gusen translated the answer to Wei Ran's last question, he also breathed a sigh of relief. He first waved his hand to the prisoner of war, waited until it went out, and then asked Wei Ran his doubts, "You
Is there anything special about the person you’re looking for?”
Wei Ran smiled, "It's nothing special, I just want to see what it looks like."
