The Cyanided Heart

Only the dead will see the end of the war. - Plato

"Are you working?" Jessica followed Mengele to a nearby building, "Okay. I also want to see what the military doctors are doing every day. For example... for those Jews, or prisoners of war."

"Even if I'm following the routine, I like to make decisions based on my mood and my preferences." Mengele sat down in front of a door and ordered the officers on the side, "Bring those guys from yesterday."

The officer nodded and ran towards the building on the left.After a while, some soldiers drove the unarmed people towards this side. They raised their hands, and their eyes showed uneasiness and despair.Some looked pale and their clothes were splattered with vomit, presumably from the long journey.

"Tell them to come over here." Mengele waved his hand and gestured to the leading officer, "I want to give them a medical examination for entering the camp."

A little girl's cry came.Jessica looked to the crowd.A girl in a foreign dress was rubbing her eyes with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"General Franz. Hey, can you help me deal with the children? I don't like them crying all the time." Mengele frowned.

"Okay!" Jessica said to the leading officer, "Bring that child over, yes, the one who is crying... move gently."

The little girl was brought over.She looked at Jessica and cried even harder.Jessica knelt down and stroked her head.

"Ah... I also want to do good deeds once in a while." Jessica looked back at Mengele, "You think so."

"It's up to you. It's best to let her never cry." Mengele folded his arms with an irritable expression on his face.

"Well... have you found your parents?" The girl cried even more fiercely, Jessica looked at the girl and asked, "Are you tired from the car ride?"

"Ah, sister... um..." the girl looked at Jessica and sobbed softly.

Jessica touched her pocket, took out a few fruit candies and put them in the girl's hands, and said with a smile, "This is for you, as long as you promise me not to cry anymore, okay?"

"Thank you...thank you..." The girl laughed through her tears and staggered back into the crowd.

"What a nice boy..." Jessica laughed.

"...Then I'll let you meet your parents." Jessica grinned sullenly, drew her gun and pointed it at the girl's back.

"Boom!" A loud gunshot pierced the silence.The girl fell to the ground, blood oozing all over the floor.But she still had a smile full of hope and happiness on her face.

The crowd fell silent.There was fear on their faces.

Jessica straightened her military cap and turned to look at Mengele: "Well, I did a good deed, right?"

"Really, maybe a little more merciful than me." Mengele smiled as if watching a play, "Then let's start working."

...

"Next one. Also, change to another one." Mengele waved his hand, and the officer next to him adjusted the record player.

The old gramophone on the table was Mengele's favorite.A brutal so-called "camp doctor" turns out to be listening to opera while he works.

A thin boy came forward.Mengele squeezed his arm, looked at him for a few seconds, and let him go to the door on the right.

"That...doctor, I won't die..." the boy asked worriedly in a low voice, "I still want...to wait for my sister..."

"You still have a younger sister?" Mengele frowned. "Where is she? Tell her to come out."

"I was separated from her. So..." The boy bowed to Mengele, "Doctor! Please let me live..."

"This is really distressing." Mengele looked at Jessica, "Hey, Admiral. Should I also do a good deed?"

...

The boy is lying at the window.The white sunlight shone on the window lattice, and the air was full of dust. There were dilapidated pots and jars in the corner of the room, and a dilapidated table in the middle, and some elderly people and women were sitting beside the table.

"The doctor's physical examination is over." An officer opened the door and came in. "I'll take you to the bathhouse right away."

"Can I take a bath?" There was surprise in the boy's voice.The people around seemed a little excited too.

The boy mingled with the crowd, and the officer led them to a basement.The basement is neatly laid out, with a huge transparent compartment in the middle containing the faucet, and next to it is an extra-large locker... that seems to hold all of their stuff.

"Line up and put your things here." The officer stood beside the storage room. "Those who have put away can go in. After taking a shower, please live happily in Auschwitz."

The boy took off the necklace on his chest and put it in the locker together with the clothes he took off.The necklace popped open to reveal a photo of a girl with a ponytail and a sweet smile inside.This girl is his sister.

"Wait for me, Greenia!" the boy smiled.As long as you work hard, you can get out of Auschwitz.The boy thought so.

...

The boy went into the bathhouse.He turned the faucet, but found that no drop of water came out of it.

why.It is clearly a bathhouse, but there is no water.The boy looked at the glass ceiling, the lights above his head were flickering, scattering dazzling colored light.

"Everyone, please get ready, we are going to close the door. Hot water for bathing will be provided after the door is closed." Someone seemed to be announcing something through the speaker, and everyone looked at the ceiling.The glass door closed slowly.

Above the stands, Mengele was standing proudly looking down at the people in the glass enclosure complaining about the long waiting time.He flipped the switch on the horn and said, "Drop Zyklon-B."

The pipes in the "bathroom" began to ventilate.Zyklon-B powder mixed with the air and entered people's respiratory tract.A tall man convulsed and fell to the ground clutching his own neck.

"You're lying..." The boy's pupils narrowed, and he looked at the fallen man in fear, "Doctor...you're lying to me..."

The boy felt himself out of breath, presumably the gas had blocked his cellular respiration.The boy convulsed and fell to the ground.

...he became one of the gas chambers.

Waited for about a few minutes.Mengele stood up from his chair and ordered the staff to open the ventilation pipe so that the remaining Zyklon-B could flow away along the ventilation pipe.Other workers in protective gear went in to clean up the bodies.

"It's wonderful, Doctor Mengele." Jessica came from behind clapping her hands, "Expulsing these imperfect guys is an important measure to revive the empire. I will add these feats of yours when I report."

"Thank you for the compliment. If mass-produced, Zyklon-B will be the strongest biochemical weapon, and it will be put into the front line just around the corner." Mengele folded his arms, "...If you want to write, please write this in the report. "