C24 (2/2)
”Don't be afraid, just like we used to.” Another child whispered comfort to him.
They sat down at the table where the children had been.
The younger child stared at the Pole's face.
The bigger ones stood in front of the drawing paper, picked up their pens, and closed their eyes.
”You can begin.”
”What are your battle plans?”
the Nazi officer asked the Poles instead of talking to the children.
Mind Reading!
It dawned on me that these two children must be cooperating to get into the Polish mind and get into the military.
I suddenly thought of a Berkeley University Brain Consciousness Study I'd read before. Our brains processed hundreds of millions of bits of information every day, so the information that flashed through our brains while they were empty was pretty messy.
Even Mind Reading could only be performed when the other party was clearly thinking of something. Because when a person focuses on one thing, the brain processes a single content, and the information read makes sense.
The reason why the Nazi officer asked the Poles the same question was to let his brain think about one thing alone.
The children staring at the Poles began to sweat. Their eyebrows were drawn together, and large drops of sweat dripped from their foreheads.
The hand that was holding the pen began to tremble as it wrote a line of words on the paper while his mouth also began to mutter:
”Master... Power... In... No... Chu … La... ”River …”
”Pull …” River... Hua … Sha … Master... Force... Army... Ping … Original... Machine... Move … ”Fight...”
At the same time, the Polish general banged his head on the table, causing blood to flow onto the table in the interrogation room.
”...” from... I … Brain... Son … Li... Get out … ”Go …”
”Very good.” The Nazi officer nodded in satisfaction, turned around and said to Maria:
”The Head of the Guards will be satisfied. We can take them to the game room now.”
The two children looked up at the Nazi officer and Maria, their faces expressionless.
There was no joy.
A sudden feeling of hopelessness, of falling into the abyss, filled my chest.
Could this be what Maria felt at that time?
The scene changed again and I saw a round white room with a group of children inside.
As before, they wore simple hospital uniforms because they were too young to tell the difference between their sexes.
Their eyes were filled with fear.
A child's hair is gray.
The other child's hand was gone.
Another child was coughing violently.
I saw the first pair of children in the interrogation room. One of them had scabs of blood on his eyes, and he was blind.
The other one was curled up in a corner, trembling all over.
The children were in pairs, and I suddenly realized that they were either brothers and sisters or twins.
The door opened, and a few Nazi doctors walked in with the two children they had just praised, followed by Maria.
”No.40, No.41, welcome to the game room.” the doctor said.
”Congratulations on passing the test. This is a compliment to you. Come and choose your toys.”
A metal shelf was pushed over, and various weapons were placed on it.
Guns, daggers, whips, axes.
The two children expressionlessly chose their ”toys”.
”Play well, you know the rules of the game.” The doctor touched their heads:
”It's just the two of you coming out before sunset.”
”You will be the greatest Aryan warriors ever. You are our pride.”
The doctor left the two children behind.
I could not describe the process that followed. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, it would have been a cruel scene that no one in their right mind could ever imagine.
The setting sun was as red as blood. One by one, the children who failed or failed the test fell into a pool of blood before they could even cry.
The blind child died with his eyes wide open, bleeding red blood.
It was confusion, resentment, sadness, and bone-piercing despair.
No.40 and No.41 walked out of the game room, covered in blood.