C29 (1/2)

Electric shock therapy is a method used to stimulate the human body's so-called potential by waking up early in the twentieth century.

I remember being electrocuted while repairing the ceiling circuits. The American voltage was 110 volts, and in a second I was gnashing my teeth.

I don't know what it's like to be electrocuted for half an hour a day.

The never-ending injection, and the twitching after the injection.

I could hear his inner wails, like a juvenile trapped animal in a well.

He could see the sky, he could see the clouds, he could see the leaves swaying in the wind outside.

But he would never be able to go out.

Time in the dream was abstract. Maybe a day passed, maybe a month, maybe a year.

Until I saw the white interrogation room.

The brothers were brought in by the doctor. There were two striking numbers on their arms: their older brother was 43, and their younger brother was 44.1.

The brother studied the prisoner of war across the street, his blind eyes open, a piece of paper and a pen by his side.

”What's your plan for September?” the Nazi officer asked the war criminal.

The war criminal said nothing.

His brother stared hard at the prisoner of war, sweat beading on his forehead, and his brother began to tremble.

A few minutes later, his younger brother slowly opened his mouth.

”Main force, division, division, at, the Fabian border, north, end, and he, he, at, south, the Maginot Line …”

The younger brother held a pen in his hand and drew a sketch on the paper. It was a strategic deployment plan for the Allies.

”Very good! Marvellous! ” The Nazi officer could not help but shout out in French:

”These are the best children so far! They are Germanic pride! ”

”Congratulations on passing!”

It was Maria's voice, and I recognized her. She came over in high heels and hugged the twins.

The two children were expressionless.

In the game room.

”Do you know the rules of the game room? Pick your toys. ” Maria waved to the nurse next door, who pushed a car full of weapons over.

My brother had a gun. His brother couldn't see anything, so he hid behind his brother while trembling.

”All of you, go out.” said the brother.

The door to the game room slowly closed.

The brother led his brother to the corner.

”Just squat here, and don't say anything.”

I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't escape the carnage.

I was in his memory.

There were no stars in the night, and the sky was as dark as ink.

”Big brother, are the children outside also playing games like this?” his brother asked.

”I don't know.” The older brother lay on the bed and looked at his younger brother, who was getting skinnier and skinnier.

”So are their toys …”

”Stop talking nonsense, the most important thing is for us to live on.” The elder brother impatiently interrupted the younger brother:

”The better we behave, the less they will kill us. Do you see that the rooms next door are empty? Forget it, you can't see anything. ”

”…” The younger brother was silent.

”... Have you not eaten properly recently? ”

Perhaps he thought he was going too far, so he changed the subject. He noticed that his brother's face was growing paler.

”Recently, I haven't been able to sleep well. This place will feel uncomfortable at night …” His younger brother touched his chest.

The next day was the interrogation room again.

”Who are your spies in the Party committee?” the Nazi officer asked.

Across from him sat an Englishwoman, her face disfigured, her hair hanging wet in front of her face, her wounds still bleeding.

She gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Her brother stared into her eyes, sweat streaming down his face.

One minute passed, five minutes passed … The younger brother did not speak.

The older brother could not hold it in anymore. He wiped his sweat and turned to his younger brother, ”... Number 44, what's wrong with you? ”

The younger brother did not speak.

Two lines of blood slowly flowed out of his eyes. As the blood dripped onto the paper, two bright red flowers blossomed.

What his brother had drawn was not a strategic deployment plan, nor was it a spy.

It was a mother holding a child, smiling as she sat on the lawn.

As his older brother screamed, his younger brother fell onto the ground in a daze.

”Quick, get someone to come in! ”Hurry up!” Maria panicked, she did not understand why the twins who had been performing so well would behave like this.

Bed 44.

His brother lay twitching in his bed, his face pale.

”What's the matter with you? I said to control the dosage! How could she give him 500 cc of lidocaine a day? This is an acute myocardial infarction! ”

”Now the war has spread across the continent... ”We have too much information to analyze, so I'm worried about this …”

Pow! A slap.

”You still have the face to defend yourself? Call Dr. Mengele! ”I wonder if this brat will be able to live past tonight …”

His brother sat on the edge of the bed, holding his brother's hand.

”... Is Daddy coming? ” the younger brother asked weakly.

”It's not father, it's Dr. Mengele …” My brother clenched his fists.

”It's father …” ”It's father. I heard them say that the children should call father a father and mother a mother …”

”...”