Chapter 128

"Jingle!" As soon as Qin Lun opened his eyes and raised his hand, there came a sound of gold and iron hitting each other.

"Shackles?" He looked at the handcuffs on his wrist and frowned slightly.

Qin Lun looked around with a slight green fluorescence in his eyes. The night vision ability of the night elves was enough to turn the night into the day.

This is a dark and dirty cell. The bluestone bricks on the ground are cold and damp. The cold air is deep into the bone marrow. The black walls smell terrible. There is a single bed beside the wall. The foot of the iron bed is full of dark red rust. The thin cotton quilt on the bed shows the black cotton wool stuck together in the broken place. There is a cesspit in the corner of the wall. There is a mass of black and yellow dirt on the side, which makes people feel nauseous.

"I hate this place!" Qin Lun did not hide his impatience. His previous life as a prisoner made him have an unusual antipathy to all arrangements restricting freedom.

Stand up to walk two steps, Qin Lun is a stumble. Looking down, he could see that his ankle was still connected with a big shackle, which was fixed on the wall through the iron chain, and the scope was only enough for him to move in half of the cell area.

Qin Lun's heart was filled with a strange emotion. His eyes were flashing green and fluorescent, and his throat was filled with a low roar like a trapped animal. Just as he was about to break out, there was a circle of water ripples on the dark wall opposite him. A picture like a black film emerged.

The black and white silent film is about a war. Wearing helmets and in neat lines, they passed through the square of the army in the review square; their barrel was like a forest of towed howitzers; they were huge warships cutting through the ocean Fighters roaring in the sky like black clouds; bombers throwing bombs at the cities below like old hens laying eggs; chariots and tanks rumbling forward across the trenches; a plain battlefield full of corpses and flames of war Until Qin Lun saw the thin but impassioned moustache on the stage; the old gentleman in a wheelchair; the fat man in a woolen coat; the politician in a wide brimmed military cap who always carried a big pipe He just returned to his mind and said with a low head: "do you remember how you went to jail in the old century of the earth?" Skorzny's sharp eyes fixed on Qin Lun.

"I don't remember!" Qin Lun replied without expression.

"You started a fierce fight in a tavern full of officers. Among the 20 people you wounded, seven were seriously wounded, five of whom were dead, including two national defense forces officers and a major of the SS!" Skorzny read Gerhardt's account, his mouth twitching.

According to the gendarmerie officer who recorded the information, they sent two armed gendarmes to suppress gerthard, but they were all defeated by the mountain division Lieutenant wearing Edelweiss. Finally, he fell drunk on the ground and was bound to the gendarmerie headquarters by them.

When Gerhardt woke up, he seemed to realize that he might not be able to escape the military justice trial, and felt that he had lost the honor of a soldier. At the same time, his relatives have passed away, and they will never be loved again, which will lead to suicide in the cell.

In a flash, the association in the brain disappeared, Qin Lun still tightly pressed his mouth, and did not explain for himself.

"Lieutenant Heinrich, you were a war hero in Germany! I can understand your pain, but I don't appreciate your choice! " Skorzny knocked on the table with his fingers, stood up and pressed the table, bent over and looked at Qin Lun. "To be frank, I have a task that can only be completed by strange people with strong fighting ability. Do you want to be guilty? Or in the cell! "

"Does Germany still need me as a sinner?" When he spoke again, Qin Lun found his voice extremely hoarse.