Chapter 8 chapter eight

Marisa is intact, I should be relieved; Major Portman has kept his promise, and there is no way for me to retreat... The door closed behind me, and my slender figure disappeared into the dark iron gate, The handsome face under the blond hair smiled at me not far away.I dragged my heavy legs and walked towards him, trying to put on a mask of indifference. "How about it, Lord Earl, can you tell me any touching vows?" "That is not your concern, Mr. Major." "Yeah, then—" There was a smug line at the corner of his mouth.I nodded silently. The afternoon sun should be hot, but the room is cold.

I signed the surety's name on the bail form, the pen clattering softly on the table. A hand gently caressed my face, the rough fingertips made me feel stiff all over.It crawled uncomfortably slowly across my cheeks and finally settled on my lips. "You are trembling, Mr. Earl." The icy blue eyes tightly gripped me, "I said that my technique is very good, what else do you need to worry about?" "Doberman pinschers do have soft tongues." Major Portman turned his face and smiled in a low voice, and made his request: "Now, my lord, close your eyes..."

His lips are very cold, far below my body temperature, but the tip of his tongue is extremely hot, so hot that I almost suffocate; two strong arms are on my waist, firmly fixing me in his arms , the fiery breath is as soft as a feather, and the unique smell fills my nostrils unscrupulously. This kiss was not greedy, but deep and full of aggression: the insipidity at the beginning gradually turned into a strong need; the strength on my waist also gradually increased, and even made me feel pain—— until later I actually Inexplicably frightened! It seemed that a century had passed, and there seemed to be some imperceptible noises behind him. I immediately tightened my body and pushed him hard.The fiery tip of my tongue finally brushed against my upper lip, and finally left reluctantly.

"French..." the major licked his lips and said with a smile, "don't you think it's wonderful, my lord count?" I just thank God I haven't puked yet! But I wisely didn't tell him that it made me sick to my stomach, I just looked at the closed door: "You don't lock the door when you do this kind of thing?" "Generally not, but because today's target is you, I took the safest measures." Major Portman knew what I was worried about, "I have to be careful too, if my fellow citizens see it, it will be terrible!" That's what you asked for.

I put the check on the table and folded the copy of the bail slip: "This is the end of the contract between us, Major. Please continue to complete what you should do." "Of course." He curled the corners of his mouth, but his smile was so weirdly distorted in the dimly lit room. So I went home and started waiting. This good news made Simon and Laffon happy, and lawyer Deya was also very pleased; Miss Dorio yelled and prepared everything for Marisa, and even arranged a temporary room for Joseph.After that day, Major Portman didn't come to listen to me play the piano again, and I spent the quietest few days of this month calmly, waiting for my Marisa to come home.

It rained lightly on Monday, but it didn't affect my mood at all.I told Pierre to get the car ready, but when I was about to leave, I got a call. "Shalt, are you there?" It was the voice of lawyer Deya. He seemed to have a cold, and his voice was muffled. I asked him if he had already arrived at the detention center: "You are so quick, is Marisa out yet? I will go right away!" "Chart!" he exclaimed suddenly, and then lowered himself again, "you... will you listen to me calmly?" "What's wrong?" I felt very strange. "...I'm sorry, but you have to be strong..."

A terrible, inexplicable premonition swept through my body along the microphone for a moment. "What's the matter?" I asked in fear, "Stop talking like this, just say it!" "... Marissa she... is dead..." ... I laughed dryly: "I don't mind if you're late, but you shouldn't curse Marisa like that, I'll be angry." "Shalt," his voice became more and more difficult, "... Come here quickly, they have already shipped out the corpse..." Trembling, I smashed the microphone against the bracket with terrible force and ordered Pierre to be at the detention center within twenty minutes.

I will never forget this day: It was raining heavily.Inside the iron gate of the detention center, two men in overcoats were standing there holding umbrellas. On the ground in front of them was a stretcher with a person lying on it, covered all over with a dirty white cloth.The rain had soaked the cloth, making vague outlines. I pushed away Pierre's supporting hand, and stiffly lifted the cloth—— Marisa, her eyes are wide open, but she no longer breathes warmly like before. I picked her up and hugged her tightly, cold skin against my cheek.I felt something with the same temperature as rainwater flowing in my veins, and I angrily asked all the people present why they treated her like this; she would be cold and catch a cold!

No one answered me, the Gestapo and security team members in raincoats looked at me, the "unreasonable guy", with amazed and funny eyes, and Mr. Pierre and Mr. Dea grabbed my arm and tried to drag me up ;I hugged my girl desperately— No one can separate us, never will. The voice of persuasion in my ear was noisy and distant, drifting around like fog, I couldn't hear anything clearly, it seemed that someone was pulling my hand again! Don't take her away, whoever it is!I cried out like a wild animal! With a bang, there was a sudden sharp pain on the cheek!My eyes gradually came into focus, and my mouth tasted rust; a haggard but young face cursed loudly in front of me, his eyes seemed to burn—

"You killed her! Stop pretending! You disgusting hypocrite!" It's Joseph!It's Joseph!he's still alive- "Don't touch her!" The boy slapped me in the face again, and grabbed Marisa with extraordinary strength, "Give me my sister back!" It was raining all the time, and my body was already soaked, but the look in Joseph's eyes made me feel chilly to the bone. why?We should go home together today, the warm coffee and the bedroom are already ready; Miss Dorio told me that she made your favorite dishes, and Andre cleaned up all the places... We should be going home today, why is this happening?

It rained all day. I sat in the piano room and played "Moonlight" repeatedly.The heavy piano keys froze in place repeatedly, and the sound of the piano was intermittent, which was simply out of shape. Marisa was lying in our room and I heard that Simon had called in doctors for an "autopsy", but why did they sedate me? My heart is empty and I don't want to do anything but occasionally remember her smile and the time we shared.I bravely told myself: This is true, she is dead!And I must live day and night in the pain of memories!What a cruel thing she has done to me! But I don't understand why Joseph hates me so much?What happened to make him think I killed Marisa? Laffont and Lawyer Deja were with him in the living room, and Miss Dorio, teary-eyed.All his original anger turned into raging waves in the underground river, and he didn't speak any more, but insisted that his parents come to Paris immediately. The wound on my face was still aching, I tapped the key of C "mi" lightly, my head was wrapped in a ball of soggy cotton, until Simon opened the door and walked in, calling my name. "Shalt, are you feeling better?" "Good?" I smiled palely, "Where is it good?" He coughed in remorse and embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" "do not talk." Simon took a deep breath, and walked sideways to lead in a middle-aged man in a suit: "This is Dr. Mamulte, he just...just checked Marisa..." The honest-looking man pushed his glasses, briefly expressed sympathy and condolences, and then told me the results of his work: "The death certificate issued by the detention center stated that Miss Guied died of acute respiratory convulsions, but I Some scrapes and bruises from beatings were found on the corpse... If an autopsy can be performed, I believe that some internal organ damage can be found..." "What do you mean?" I couldn't help interrupting him, "You mean Marisa...Marisa was..." "Abusive, yes, my lord, I think so; and she still has some traces of sexual assault on her body, so it affected the fetus in her stomach, which caused the bleeding—" I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him to the ground, yelling: "What did you say? Tell me the fuck again!" Simon pulled me up vigorously, and the unfortunate doctor repeated what he had just said tremblingly, and told me that "the lady" was indeed two months pregnant, and then quickly exited the business under my empty eyes and Simon's hint. Room. God!How could you treat your child so cruelly! My chest felt like it was about to explode, and I beat the floor frantically, all the sobs were suppressed in my throat, like a whining animal. Simon firmly pressed my beating hand: "Chart, oh, Chart..." His voice contained worry and sadness. He supported my body and helped me onto the chair. I buried my head in my palm, and tears welled up in my eyes: she was killed!And what terrible humiliation and pain he endured before his death!Why is there such a thing?How could those bastards treat her like this?Who on earth could do this? "It was them... those Nazi monsters! It must have been them! They did it..." "Chart, listen to me, look at this first." Simon held my arm tightly, and took out something from his pocket: he opened the white paper wrapped in it, and a few strands of golden hair emerged from it. "I took it out of Marisa's clenched right hand." Dazzling blond hair, shining and dazzling like the sun, I have sighed more than once that it was born on a hateful person's head! It's him! The sharp sting pierced my heart, and I couldn't tell whether it was regret or anger!I actually believed him!A simple-minded fellow like me believed in an executioner!Joseph was right, I killed Marisa!It was my stupidity that killed her!but…… "Hey, who are you pretending to show?" At this moment, a pair of black leather shoes came to me without a sound and sneered coldly. Simon stood up in a panic, "Joseph, don't do this..." I can't imagine that the changes of the past few days have made a young man mature so quickly. His originally green face seems to have a mask carved out of marble, his eyes are full of hatred as if frozen, and his thin lips are crooked towards the door. one time: "Mr. Luchel, can you go out first?" Simon turned to look at me and asked what I meant.I nodded and said nothing. The door closed behind us.Almost at the moment when the door slammed, Joseph Guied suddenly reached out and grabbed my collar, strangled my neck tightly, and almost spit out the words through his teeth: "I, see, see, see!" see? "Have you forgotten the good things you did with that SS soldier?" His face was filled with disgust and hatred, "I was in the cloakroom behind you at that time, only covered by a curtain, if not The German next to me handcuffed my hands and covered my mouth, and I'm sure—” I was stunned: Joseph was there when Major Portman kissed me!God, he saw it all!He saw it all!Is that why he hates me?No wonder he was so excited!Did he think this was the cause of his sister's death? But why was Joseph there?He should have stayed in the cell! I couldn't help expressing my doubts, but in return he laughed contemptuously: "Why? Because the major's adjutant just asked me to go to the office to sign, but I didn't expect you to come back early..." Sergeant Belken, who brought Joseph to the office!Suddenly I realized something: It was all arranged; someone had long ago made me suffer ensuing pain, Marisa had no possibility of release from the start, and Joseph must hate me as his worst enemy, because he saw Witnessed my "betrayal" and "moral depravity"; as for me, I sent my fiancée to hell in the insult of the enemy! I stood up and smiled weakly. Joseph's expression was surprised and strange, as if he had seen a ghost.I didn't look at him again, I went straight out the door and went downstairs. All the people looked at me worried and surprised, and I told them I wanted to be alone for a while.Miss Dorio and Laffon moved, but were held back by Simon.I looked at him gratefully, picked up the umbrella and went out. Rostock von Portmann!I want to kill this man!I must kill him! The raindrops made a clear "da da" sound when they fell on the umbrella surface, and I struggled with every step.The dagger I bought was pressed against my arm, warmed by the ironing of my muscles. It was almost evening now, and the sky was getting dark earlier because of the dark clouds, but the lights were still on in the office of the detention center.I told the guards that I wanted to see Major Portman, a familiar young man who had probably seen me, quickly dialed the intercom and let me in. There was absolutely no change in my heartbeat, as if all this body was trying to do was break an egg.I didn't even catch my breath as I walked into that place of humiliation and intrigue. My enemy was leaning on the table, smoking a cigarette, his blond hair was shining under the light, and there seemed to be traces of anger on his face; while Sergeant Belken stood in front of him neatly, with a blank expression on his face. I stood at the door with an umbrella, and the rainwater made a circular mark on the ground. Major Portman dropped the cigarette butt on the floor, extinguished it with his boot, and raised his chin to his adjutant.Sergeant Belken tapped his heels, saluted, and turned to leave.His light blue eyes looked at me like plexiglass and brushed past me. "Please sit down, my lord." The blond Nazi buttoned up his loose collar and smiled at me. I walked up to him, looked at him coldly, and moved my lips: "Marisa is dead." "I see, I feel sorry for you." "Why?" I hated his indifference at the moment, "You promised me to let her..." "Yes," he cut me off, "but I didn't, sorry." Feel sorry?This person actually said "sorry" to me!Want to neutralize everything with this simple word? A rush of hot blood rushed to my head, and I sprang at him like a lion, knocking him to the ground, and quickly drew my dagger— "Go to hell and say sorry to me!" I stabbed down with all my strength, his eyes were full of astonishment, but he immediately turned his head with the agility of a soldier like lightning!The dagger drew a deep bloodstain on his cheek. I immediately raised my hand again, but he didn't give me a chance, he grabbed my wrist and fell to the side, the severe pain came from there, and I almost lost my tool. "Damn it!" he growled in a low voice, turning around and pressing me down, throwing my hand to the ground again.With a bang, the dagger was finally thrown far away. My eyes were red, I turned my head desperately, and bit down hard on the hand that was pressing on my shoulder. Something sweet and fishy flowed into my mouth, and I heard a groan from above, followed by a slap across the face.I let go, dizzy for a while. Countless hasty boots sounded, and I was dragged up from the ground.Sergeant Belken led the guards to quickly subdue me, the "thug", and stand in front of their chief.The jet-black gun barrel was against my chin and forehead, and the back-scissed arm was painful! Major Portman's left hand was bloody and bloody, and his face was extremely ugly. Sergeant Belken wanted to check his injuries, but he pushed him away.Those blue eyes stared at me like icy flames, filled with a look of terror I had never seen before. He held my chin with his right hand and questioned me word by word: "Are you going to kill me?" I spit on his handsome face: "It's a corpse in ten thousand pieces."