After listening to Geng Chaozhong's narration, Schultz couldn't help but open his mouth.
"That's right, so I can't go back to China." Geng Chaozhong nodded.
"I understand," Schultz glanced at Geng Chaozhong with a sympathetic look, "If that's the case, I can help you, but aren't you afraid that after I arrest you, I will ask your superiors for credit?
"
Geng Chaozhong smiled and did not answer.
"You just trust me so much? You know, we haven't seen each other for many years." Schultz asked.
"Schultz, how old are you this year?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Forty-three years old." Schulz couldn't help but touch the wrinkles on his face.
"At your age, even if you hand over a Russian spy, can you hope to become a senior member of the SS?" Geng Chaozhong said with a smile.
"No," Schultz's face became frustrated, "To be honest, even in this position, there are many young people eager to replace me."
"Yes, Schulz, you are old, and you have to admit this fact," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "Instead of pursuing things you can't see, you should pursue something more practical."
"Geng, you are very frank." Schultz smiled.
"Yes, I will give you what you want. Look, your trousers have been worn into a pair of fine rags." Geng Chaozhong looked down at Schultz's trousers. "I think you probably don't even have it now."
Let's marry?"
"You weird guy!" Schulz exclaimed, "I am your friend, you can't pry into my privacy like this!"
"My dear friend," Geng Chaozhong looked at Schulz with affectionate eyes, "do you remember that when I left four years ago, I told you that you would follow Adolf and join the SS as soon as possible?"
"Remember, thank you for your advice, but it's a pity that I didn't follow it immediately. I thought that the money would allow me to live well. However, after I went bankrupt, Adolf had many followers around me, and I became insignificant."
Schultz said depressedly.
"Then I will give you a new suggestion now. Are you willing to follow it?" Geng Chaozhong said.
"You said." Schultz's eyes glowed again.
In fact, his current life is boring and boring, and he can't see any future.
"I suggest that you leave Germany, go to live in the United States, and stop killing, especially those Jews." Geng Chaozhong whispered.
Schulz was silent.
He was seriously considering Geng Chaozhong's suggestion.
"Did you see something?" Schultz stared at Geng Chaozhong.
"Killing does not make you happy, and there is a price. Maybe five years later, maybe ten years later. Please trust the advice of a friend." Geng Chaozhong said.
"But I don't have money, so I can't go anywhere." A desperate smile appeared on the corner of Schultz's mouth.
"This is 5,000 francs, enough for you to start a new life in the United States." Geng Chaozhong took out a check from his pocket and pushed it over.
"Thank you." Schultz gratefully accepted the check.
"That's not all. After I escape, I will also provide you with a sum of funds, but you have to promise not to spend the money." Geng Chaozhong said in a low voice.
Schulz's eyes became brighter and brighter, and something called hope flashed in his eyes.
"Let's go," Schultz stood up, "come with me to my place, and I will find a way to help you."
...........
Schultz took Geng Chaozhong to a manor on the outskirts of Berlin. The manor was brightly lit, and the entrance was a huge and rusty iron gate, which had obviously been there for a long time.
"This is where I work, the Jewish Special Correctional Center." Schultz pointed to the iron door. "I will order my men to take you in later, but you have to be careful not to talk about this to anyone else."
thing."
"Don't worry." Geng Chaozhong smiled.
Schultz's caution shows that he has great hope in this matter.
"Sorry," Schultz then took out a rope from his windbreaker pocket, tied Geng Chaozhong tightly, then pointed to the ground and said, "Please lie down for a while."
With a pop, Geng Chaozhong fell to the ground.
Schultz walked into the iron door, and after a while, two young men in black uniforms came out under the leadership of Schultz.
"Drag him in!" Schultz ordered loudly.
The two prison guards lowered their heads, lifted up Geng Chaozhong, and walked towards the iron gate.
The interior of the manor is very spacious. It is a two-story clock tower-style building. Once inside, there is a row of long corridors. From time to time, screams and threatening sounds come from the corridors, and occasionally there are sour skin sounds.
The sound of whips sounded.
Two prison guards carried Geng Chaozhong into one of the rooms, threw him to the ground, and then slammed the iron door.
Geng Chaozhong twisted his neck and got up.
It's still a familiar environment. This is already the third time, no, maybe the fourth time, that he has been imprisoned?
Geng Chaozhong smiled self-deprecatingly.
The room was eerie and spooky, and there were stains of blood on the ground. Although it had been washed with a lot of water, you could still smell the pungent smell of blood mixed with disinfectant.
However, this is already a stage when the Germans are relatively benevolent to the Jews. After the Anti-Semitic Act is passed in September, secret and even public massacres will become more and more common, and even diplomats from other countries will no longer
Safety.
Geng Chaozhong did not want to stay in this country that was about to become extremely bloody, even if he had to take certain risks.
Even if you have to sacrifice, you should sacrifice it in a more valuable place.
For example, your own country.
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of leather boots hitting the ground came from the corridor. A man was walking towards this direction. Geng Chaozhong quickly lay down on the ground.
Stab...
With the sound of iron scraping against the ground, the door was pushed open, the beam of flashlight shone twice on Geng Chaozhong's face, and then a basin of cold water was poured on him.
"Uh." Geng Chaozhong raised his head with squinted eyes. In front of him was the young man who just carried him into the cell.
"I heard that you are a Soviet spy?" the young German prison guard spoke, his blue eyes rolling around Geng Chaozhong.
"No, I am Chinese, you are mistaken!" Geng Chaozhong shouted.
"The warden wants to see you, come with me." The young prison guard ignored him and just waved the baton in his hand.
Geng Chaozhong stopped shouting and stood up obediently.
"Don't try to escape. The gates and iron gates are closed. Once we catch you, you will be worse than dead." The young prison guard stated coldly what he had stated countless times.
"Yes, sir, I was wronged. You will find out soon." Geng Chaozhong walked out of the house.
The two soon came to a bright office. Schultz was sitting there with his legs crossed. When he saw Geng Chaozhong come in, he pursed his lips slightly and raised his chin and said: