Dawn Redemption

Dachau concentration camp area

There are neat barracks everywhere, interspersed with straight vertical and horizontal avenues in the middle.The entire camp is still in a rigorous checkerboard layout, so there is no need to worry about getting lost.Even if you can't find the way, you can go out as long as you keep walking in a certain direction, and the villa on the hill is so conspicuous that you don't need to look for it deliberately, it can be used as a very convenient positioning mark.

Passing through the barracks of the soldiers and other managers, between the prisoner camp and this side is an empty field.Sometimes it is used to hold some sports activities, but the more common usage is to pull all the prisoners out and stand in line for roll call every morning.

This system was the same in all concentration camps.Without exception.

The content is roughly that after the wake-up call sounded at three o'clock in the morning, the guards were responsible for driving out all the thousand or so people in each barracks, and asked them to line up on the playground.Next, the prisoner guards appeared on the stage, using violent language and physical actions to prompt them to adjust their formation according to their height.This process usually lasts for a long time, paving the way for the roll call.

When the formation was adjusted, or after the prisoners and guards had vented their anger, the formal roll call began.According to their preferences, from left to right, from right to left, from front to back, at a slant, at a fork, at intervals...anyway, they do whatever they want.During this period, if there is a line that is not neatly lined up, then the entire line of people will have to squat for an hour with their hands above their heads.

Regardless of whether it is winter or summer, whether it is windy, rainy or snowy, the prisoners always wear only thin and rough striped prison uniforms, shivering in the cold of dawn.

This stage will last until about 07:30 in the morning, when Fein and his team usually arrive.They need to take the roster and start the roll call and cross off the names of the people who lost the previous day.

But if someone died of starvation or illness in the barracks, this situation is very common, and the task force responsible for cleaning up the corpses may not be able to deal with it quickly. Those corpses that are too late to be cremated must also participate in the roll call, usually by both sides man with arms crossed.If the task force was too busy, the body would likely be hung up for a roll call for several days until the body was taken away for incineration and the names on the list were crossed off.

In addition to roll call, the playground has another purpose, shooting.

Of course, it was only afternoon, there was no roll call, and there were only a few passers-by on the playground.Finn's purpose was to spend time in the camp, and without a clear destination, he walked slowly across the playground and entered the area where the prisoners lived.

It happened to be Sunday, the only day of the week that the prisoner did not work.But they have nowhere else to go, at most they just hang out around residential areas.The sudden arrival of Finn brought a tense atmosphere. Even though he was walking on the road with a blank expression, he could still feel that there were hidden eyes looking at him from all directions around him.Even the people who were chatting against the wall fell silent.

For Finn, this feeling is no longer new. In Auschwitz, every time he appears, it is bound to be accompanied by countless eyes of surprise or fear.And the prisoners here don't seem to care who he is at all, whether this face is unfamiliar here, they are only afraid of the military uniform, or in other words, the power and brutality that the military uniform symbolizes.

The moment Finn wanted to speed up his pace, he heard a soft call from the side, as if calling his name.

He stopped alertly and looked in that direction, but there was only a large group of deprived bald-headed prisoners in striped uniforms who seemed to be poured out of a mold.And the moment Fein looked over, they all tacitly withdrew their gazes and began to pretend to be doing what they were doing seriously.Finn looked around again. It was the same scene. With deliberately avoiding eyes, he couldn't find out where the call came from.Thinking about it again, it might just be some similar-sounding noise that was received by my sensitive nerves.

After standing there for a while, he still decided to leave the place quickly.

Instead of going back the same way, he chose a shorter path towards the playground according to the map he had formed in his mind.It is still the same barracks, but there are fewer people on both sides of this road, as if it has been abandoned for a long time, it looks lifeless, without a little life.

Finn quickened his pace again and again.Not because he wanted to leave so badly, but because he had a hunch.This premonition has appeared since hearing the voice that sounded like his own name being called, and it has become stronger and stronger.

It seemed that someone was spying on him in the dark.

He moved his fingers, ready to open the holster and take out the pistol at any time.He is quite courageous, but in an unfamiliar area, he needs to be more careful.

He listened attentively to the movement beside his ears, trying to distinguish whether there were footsteps approaching quietly, but unexpectedly, he came to a corner of a barracks, and before he had time to observe the situation after the turn, he was suddenly dragged into the shadow cast by the house by a pair of arms around his shoulders go!Those hands were like a skeleton, bloodless and pale, with only a layer of skin covering the bones, and the rough coded tattoo on the arm indicated that this person was a prisoner.Fein was startled, and before he could turn his head to confirm the identity of the attacker, he immediately reacted and hit the opponent's abdomen hard with his elbow back!Originally, he planned to take advantage of the pain of the other person to break free quickly, but unexpectedly, this push directly pushed the person so that he let go of his hands and fell backwards.

Finn turned around and quickly drew the bullet from the top of the gun to aim at the assailant who was sitting on the ground. Before he could shoot, he was interrupted by the trembling shout of "Fin!" from the opponent.

His blue eyes were obviously surprised, and he moved the muzzle of the gun a little but did not fully retract it. He looked carefully and confirmed the identity of the trembling attacker in front of him.

If he hadn't seen a pair of pupils of different colors, Finn might not have recognized this scrawny bald man with sunken eyes for the rest of his life.He frowned, lowered his voice and said suspiciously: "Meneheim?"

Meneheim Yannick gritted his teeth and nodded.Fern hesitated to go up and help him up, but before he could make up his mind, Menenheim propped himself up on the ground, staggering on his legs as dry as wood. up.

Long-term nutritional deficiencies and heavy physical labor caused his musculoskeletal atrophy ahead of time, and he was only able to reach the height of the bridge of his nose in front of Finn.At that moment, he seemed to subconsciously want to tease the grown-up cousin in front of him with the contemptuous tone many years ago, but when he looked at those cold eyes that seemed to have never changed, he felt a chill.

Finn no longer dodged in fear like he was when he was a child, he could look at Menenheim's strange-colored pupils without hesitation.His heterochromia was not born with him, but was caused by a wound infection after he was injured in a fight when he was a child.That was once a proud feature of Menenheim.

"Fin, you... You seem to be doing well after you left home." Menenheim's voice was dry, and the deliberately restrained tone of humility was something Fein had never heard before, and it was also disgustingly false.

Finn didn't know if Meneheim's words were casual greetings, or if he wanted to remind him of something.In a blink of an eye, time went back to ten years ago, and the unbearable images that he buried deeply in his memory and didn't want to recall rushed in front of him crazily. Looking at the sad blue in his pupils in front of the mirror... the faces of the big boys around him gradually became clear, and one of them turned into Meneheim in front of him.The unscrupulous ridicule also suddenly fell silent, leaving only silent fear on his face.

The person in front of him is no longer the quiet little boy who followed the married man like a tail, and kept silent even if he was bullied.But it seems that in his eyes, there is still no due respect.

He has reached this point, he can finally look down on others with the attitude he suffered back then, but he is still looked down upon.

The sneer that Finn slowly appeared made Menenheim flustered and said incoherently: "How did you come here, you don't know, everyone is dead, Henle, Nathaniel, Jacob...they are all dead It's..."

These names did not bring much impact to Finn as he thought.Looking at him, there are still a pair of indifferent eyes, as if watching his own farce, staring at him until the end of the words become weaker and weaker until they disappear.

"Aunt Yasmin also..." The moment Meneheim said the name, the expression on Finn's face was finally shaken but it was fleeting, but after a pause for a few seconds, Finn's reaction almost made him collapse.

"I know."

"I didn't expect that you, you would join them..." Menenheim seemed to be desperate, and the little hope that had just existed in his eyes dimmed.

"This is my own choice." Finn said this sentence word by word.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that without them, without such a birth, he would not have forced him to rush out of the house on that cold rainy day and never look back, standing firmly on the opposite side of them.

They are obviously so smart, why they only see the result and never think about how all this came about.

"Please...Fin..." Menenheim's thin body seemed to be crumbling, but he still staggered to close the distance between him and Finn, "You are so powerful... Take me out of here, you can definitely, please……"

Originally a logical and forceful refusal, when it came to his lips, he couldn't say it anyway, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Meneheim, so he could only back away subconsciously.But he knew that soft-heartedness was his weakness, and it would eventually cost him his life.

"Impossible." Finn said briefly, "I can't do it." "Don't do this... Please-please!" On Menenheim's thin face, the big protruding eyes almost popped out. Eye socket, "I can't stand this place... I'm going to be like them - I'm going to die!"

"No," Finn said still quietly, and he was extremely concerned that Menenheim's increasingly hysterical yelling would eventually attract others.Compared with compassion for others, the consciousness of protecting oneself is stronger, which is what Noah has always hoped for—now, he has achieved it.

"Think about it, it's impossible." Fein was extremely calm, "This place doesn't belong to me, I can't interfere, and I can't help you."

However, he couldn't ask him to calm down and think at all. Menenheim's spirit was on the verge of a complete breakdown, and he just begged meaninglessly over and over again. He tried to pounce on Finn several times but failed.

"Please Finn, I don't want to, I don't want to—"

His words were interrupted by a loud bang, and even Finn was caught off guard and shuddered.The eardrums buzzed loudly, and could not receive external sounds at all.All he could see was that Menenheim in front of him showed an unbelievable expression, covered his stomach gushing blood with his hands, and fell straight backwards.

By the time he recovered his hearing, the sound of hurried footsteps had come behind him.

"You - dirty bastard - how dare you - offend our camp guests!"

The gun in Gyunther's hand hadn't been put away yet, she brushed Fein's shoulder and walked by, her originally beautiful side face became hideous like a ghost.

The shot should have missed the point; Meneheim was still alive and struggling to get to his feet.When Gyunse raised his gun angrily and was about to finish him off, he suddenly stopped his hand as if he had noticed something: "Another sample... Oh my god, the group of trash from before didn't find it?"

Her words to herself made Finn who was stunned in place confused: "What?"

Gyunth turned around to face Finn, his face quickly returned to the irresistible beauty before, but Finn felt that he would never trust this mask again.

"Heterochromatic iris sample!" She explained with some excitement, "It's a good thing he didn't die, so he can be used for human experiments by the camp doctors! If these experiments can decipher the genetic code of the human body, it will be more powerful to demonstrate the superiority of race." Inferior!" After he finished speaking, he paused, calmed down, put the gun in the holster, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yannick, I have surprised you. These dregs are so... so lacking Discipline, so I regret that you don't want me to accompany you. I'm going to contact someone to help me get this guy to the hospital, so don't stay too long, it's better to go back earlier."

Before he could answer, Gyunthel trotted away.Fein couldn't understand what kind of fanaticism this was, but he had heard of what she called "human experimentation".

These tests all need to be carried out on a living body. For people with heterochromia iris, the content of the test may include dripping ink into the eye for observation, or directly removing the eyeball from the living test subject.The doctors will do their best to ensure the safety of the subjects, because next, extreme high or low temperature endurance tests will be carried out on them.

Either way is a more terrifying experience than death.But they who are completely passive cannot survive or die.

It was not known whether Meneheim had already understood his situation, or was frightened out of his mind.His face was even darker, his body twitched, and he still stared at Finn in horror.

"Save me... save... me..."

Countless times, someone begged him in front of him, wanting him to escape.Finn remembered that time at the train station, that is, the time Noah discovered that he could speak Hebrew, and the man rushing out of the queue snarled the same sentence sharply.

"I can only do this."

Then, Finn made exactly the same action as last time.He took out the Luger P.08 from the holster and pointed it at the trembling eyebrows of the person lying in front of him.

This time, his eyes were far less resolute than usual, and he didn't even dare to look directly at those strange eyes, and didn't dare to read what kind of emotion he would show.

He knew that his hand would shake, so before the hand shook, he pulled the trigger at the same time as he aimed.

Without covering his ears, the sound of gunfire was like an explosion, and the roar was poured into his head frantically.

Finn couldn't hear anything, couldn't hear how loudly he was speaking.It's a murmur, or a roar.

He just slowly and clearly traced each syllable with his lips.

"rest in peace."