C24 (1/2)

There was an open, brightly lit room with rows and rows of cribs that seemed endless.

The babies in each crib had a shocking resemblance to each other, with unified blond hair.

The nurses in their white dresses were busy in the middle of the cribs. They wore black epaulettes embroidered with two lightning bolts.

Where is this?

I tried to speak to one of the nurses, but she couldn't see me at all and walked right past me.

What I 'saw' was a memory.

The nurse picked up a child and spoke a language I didn't understand, like German.

But I could understand what she was saying.

I saw and listened from the perspective of the owner of this memory. I could even feel its ”emotions.”

”21, 7 months, normal blood pressure. The iris is green. ” ”No,” she said.

Another nurse, who was recording, frowned. ”Failed.”

”Keep it for now. I heard that the new drug developed in Berlin can change the color of the iris.”

A loud cry came from the other side, and I followed the nurse to the crib, where the child was crying fiercely.

”Number 67,” the nurse said, flipping through the sign on the crib.

”Even after feeding her, she's still crying. It was shipped from Luxembourg two days ago. The iris is brown and the hair is not pure gold. ”

I looked at the child. Indeed, his hair was a little more brown than the other children's.

”Their screening is getting less and less rigorous. The Führer will not be happy if this goes on. ”Let's get rid of it.”

The nurse said as she removed the sign from the crib, picked up the crying child, and handed it to the person next to her.

A breeze blew across my face with the scent of camphor, and outside the window a huge Nazi flag fluttered in the wind. Once again, I saw the lightning symbol on the armbands of the nurses:

LebensbornE.V.

This was the Fountain of Life farm during the Second World War!

A terrible thought crossed my mind.

For German President Hitler during the Second World War, pure blood was the key to rejuvenating his country. Of all bloodlines, the noblest is Aryan.

Among the Germanic people of this line, the most prominent features were their light golden hair and blue eyes. In order to obtain the so-called pure Aryan descendants and nurture the ”strongest fighters” of the Germanic nation, the Nazis launched a program to nurture the fountain of life of the superior people. The Fountain of Life Farm is an institution set up by Germany to cultivate ”good race”.

Since 1935, Hitler had been selecting blond beauties from all over Germany to have sex with Nazi officers and to have high-quality Aryan offspring. Later on, in order to increase the number of infants, they even forcefully abducted children with similar appearances from the surrounding countries to train them.

Could this be Maria's memories? So what role did she play in this history?

When I came back to myself, I was already in another interrogation room, from the nursery of the Spring of Life.

On one side of the interrogation room sat a tied Polish man in tattered military uniform.

The Pole looked as if he had already been tortured. His ten fingers were amputated and the wound was simply bandaged to prevent him from losing too much blood and dying.

On the other side of the interrogation room sat two children, perhaps eight or nine years old, with the same haircut. I couldn't tell if they were brothers or sisters.

Beside them stood a Nazi officer.

Standing behind this officer was actually the young Maria.

She was in her early thirties, with blond hair tied behind her head. She wore a white robe, and her arm bore the emblem of the Spring of Life. There's something in the record book.

So it turns out that Maria was the doctor of the Spring of Life!

The Spring of Life plan was implemented in 1935. If Maria was at that time thirty years old, he would be eighty-three years old now.

The Nazi officer and Maria whispered a few words, turned around and pointed at the Poles, then asked the twins:

”What are their plans?”

One of the children was sweating and staring at the Pole with his pale lips. The other was holding a crayon with his eyes closed and a piece of paper in front of him.

Neither of the children answered.

After a while, the Nazi officer, obviously a little impatient, asked the Poles again:

”What are your battle plans?”

The Pole stared back at him from the stool, biting his lip and saying nothing.

I walked over to the two children and saw the trembling hand of the child with the paintbrush drawing meaningless lines on the paper.

After a long while, a drop of blood fell onto the paper. It actually came from his eyes.

At that moment, the other child fell off his stool, his limbs twitching.

The Nazi officer shook his head.

”Fail.” Maria immediately said: ”Take them away and switch them to another pair.”

A few nurses came in and took the children out, and a moment later another pair of younger children came in. They looked to be five or six years old.

He was also wearing a hospital gown, and his golden hair made it impossible to discern his gender. One of the younger children grabbed the other child's hand in fear.