C28 (2/2)
When I came back to my senses, there were two three-year-old kids in front of me. The younger one hid behind the older one and timidly shouted:
”Father...”
”How many times have I told you not to call me Daddy! Call me Doctor Mengele! ”
Mengele turned his head impatiently and shouted at them both.
”Dr. Mengele... Can we go to bed now? ” The two children were so frightened that tears welled up in their eyes.
”Wait a little longer.”
Mengele put down the report and opened the door to his office, where a few ragged Jewish children were standing.
”Uncle Mengele.” These children called out in soft and childish voices.
”Good girl.” Mengele revealed a warm smile, took out some candy and biscuits from his pocket and handed them over to the children.
”Eat then. Once you're done eating, follow this uncle down to the car.”
He motioned to one of the Nazi soldiers standing in the back and touched the children's heads. ”Good night.”
Mengele's smile vanished the instant he closed the door. He watched through the glass as the kids got into a green military truck and dialed:
”The little bastards have been sent to the lab. The autopsy will be in my office next week.”
With that, he turned around and frowned at the twins. ”Hey, your hair is black, and your eyes are not blue. The Head of State is coming to inspect next month, so it's not a good thing.”
The two children followed Mengele out the door and into the basement. They passed through rows and rows of low iron cages with Gypsy s whose eyes had been gouged out or their limbs amputated.
”Give them the latest research and development results.” Mengele said to another man who looked like a doctor.
”But... ”The success rate of this research and development project is less than 50%...” The doctor hesitated.
”Enough, even if I fail, I won't die.” Mengele grew impatient.
Ahh!
The child's scream echoed in the basement.
The two children's hair had turned golden, and their eyes were a light blue like the ocean.
One of them was rolling around on the ground in pain.
”Big brother, big brother!” It's so dark, I can't see! ” The child's tears ran from his blue eyes to the broken crystal.
”Don't scream! Daddy will kill us! ” The older brother quickly covered his brother's mouth.
Wuu...” ”The younger brother twitched on the ground.
I fell to the ground, trembling.
What is the cruelest thing in the world?
It's not the loss of light, it's the stabbing of your dearest eyes.
It was not that he had lost hope, but that there was no hope from the moment he was born.
After an unknown amount of time, a soft voice resounded amidst the darkness and silence.
”Brother, do you think we have a name?”
The younger brother curled up on the only cot. ”I heard the officers outside say that their children all had names. Their children are named by their parents. ”
”Dr. Mengele said we didn't need a name and we didn't need a mother.”
”Brother, but I really want to have a name. Can I give you a name? ”
”I don't need a name.”
In a flash, the light blinded me.
It was a big house, with red brick walls and a forest and lawn outside. The air was filled with the scent of camphor.
I recognize this place.
Such a beautiful place, yet it had a cruel name that did not match it:
The Spring of Life farm.
Mengele got out of a luxurious car with two children.
He walked them to the door, stroked the heads of the two brothers, took out candy from his pocket, and showed them a smile and a mouthful of white teeth.
”Go in, I'll come see you next time.”
”From today onwards, you will live on the second floor,” said the leading nurse, and she wriggled forward with her bloated body.
”The children on the second floor were carefully selected by Dr. Mengele. Like you, they are mostly twins — you will be the strongest Aryan warriors ever.”
His younger brother could not see as he listened to the sounds around him in horror. He stumbled as he pulled on his older brother's clothes.
There was no expression on his brother's face.
”I heard that your mother is a Gypsy?”
The doctor sitting in the office looked at the file and said to another doctor beside him:
”According to our research, when the Gypsy first snuck into Europe, they always made a living using divination techniques. However, according to the data of our brain anatomy, they actually did not have any prophetic abilities, it was just a little trick by these inferior thugs. Their central nervous system is very developed, and they are even more powerful than the brain waves of ordinary people. So they can read more or less the minds of the interviewees, and then they can tell us exactly what the interviewees are thinking — divide them into B, and inject lidocaine four times a day, with an electric shock, to see if it affects neurons in the temporal lobe of the brain. ”
I've never heard of lidocaine, but aminophylline is a respiratory drug that is usually forbidden to minors under the age of eighteen and can cause seizures if you overdose it.
”Take them down, don't forget to carve the number on your arm. Right now, there are more and more children here, I can't even tell the difference between them.” The doctor rolled his eyes, ”Brother should be number 43, younger brother should be number 44.”