In the vast universe, there is a small island floating, which is about a little bigger than a manhole cover, and looks like ordinary gravel.But at this moment, there stood a disproportionate figure with a huge head, wearing a sleeveless robe like a white tablecloth, and a blue cloak hanging limply behind him.In his eyes, the earth was emitting a faint glimmer, and just as he was staring at the planet full of life, a small thing flew close to him.It's like a little fairy without wings, a trumpet iron man with a cassette tape on his chest like an old-fashioned tape recorder.The figure in the blue cloak did not look back, but he was also aware of the latecomer, and he said in a clear voice, "Recorder, I am ready to tell you. ”The tiny humanoid tape recorder landed on his shoulder, clutching the cloak and climbing up: "Perfect timing, observer, eternity has been worried about your workload. ”"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and I finally understand that the process of presenting and resolving some things is more important than recording what I see.There are a lot of principles that drive things forward, a lot of knowledge that I need to digest, and at this moment, I'm ready to start writing. ”The observer stated his opinion, and as he had done before, his tone was calm, and his gaze remained on the earth.The small tape recorder didn't say much, and he twisted the button on his chest, turning what looked like a tape."3,2,1" is a record of a group of special people with different names who live in human society, but they are rarely treated as human beings.Mutants.When human huan and mutant utant become two words, it means that things get complicated.Mutants are often described as a derogatory term, although it's human instinct to keep evolving in order to survive.Therefore, in order to protect themselves, hybrids with genetic variants must always restrain themselves to maintain the favorability of the masses.But just like a witch, no one can stay hidden for the rest of their lives.As a result, tensions between humans and mutants have been evident for centuries, but prejudice has been largely isolated on the surface until one day in the 20th century, when humanoid flames flew across the night sky.Within minutes, the flames of the explosion covered several blocks, and thousands of people were charred in the flames, especially after learning that the so-called Burning Man had been exhibited at the New York World's Fair.Once again, people took to the streets with slogans such as Death to Mutants and Freaks Out of America, shouting slogans like Death to Mutants and Freaks Get Out of America.At the end of World War II, under the covert operation of some power-hungry people, the issue of mutants seems to have been brought up again in an instant.Ukraine has a good climate, fertile land, abundant precipitation, and even the winters are not as cold as further north.In southwestern Ukraine, there is a place called Vinnytsia Oblast, which is not as rich as other places, because there are more mountains and forests here, which are not particularly suitable for farming.But for those who want to hide, who want to live quietly, this is the perfect place.After much time, strategy, and toil, Marx and Magda were able to live a poor life together after they were completely freed from the stench of the concentration camps."
Max, we've been here for a year, and still no one wants to talk to me."
At this time, Magda was boiling a pot of gruel on a stove in a simple wooden hut, with only a few corn kernels and vegetable leaves, and the poor hut was leaking everywhere."
They looked down on me, my daughter, and our whole family."
She scooped out the porridge from the pot and put it in a clay bowl with a hole, and placed it on the table cut out of a tree stump beside her.Marx was his original name, and because he was Jewish, and now in Ukraine, living in an unbreakable union, it was better not to have anything to do with anyone in Germany, so he replaced the original German version with a hairier pronunciation.Now his name is Magnus, and he is holding his young daughter and gently patting her on the back at the table: "We have just come to this society, these people are very conservative" Magda took the food, sighed deeply, and put the bowl on the table: "We are running out of food, this winter is very cold, we can't survive it." ”"Phew" Magnus rubbed his face: "Hasn't Lady Mary paid you for the laundry?"
”"She paid, five potatoes, five corns, but we ate them last night," Magda pointed to the porridge in the bowl that could barely be seen at the bottom, "and that's all that's left." ”Magnus seemed to understand, he nodded, picked up the bowl and fed his daughter: "I know, after dinner, I will go to the mountains to chop more firewood to see if I can exchange food with others, it is very cold in winter, and every family needs to be warmed." ”Magnus did not have many life skills, he grew up in various concentration camps, and his best job was to collect corpses and send them to crematoriums.It's not a joke, this is really his work in the concentration camp, the Germans at first moved the corpses from the gas chambers themselves, but later found out that there were too many corpses, which was undoubtedly a kind of coolie.Crematoriums are the fastest growing buildings for centralized profit, and they will never be enough.So Nazi began to use teenagers to carry corpses, which was more labor-saving and more affordable.But now it seems that there is an added benefit, Magnus is very powerful, he can do many things that ordinary people can't do without using his abilities.At this time, although he didn't know any other crafts, he was willing to go to the trouble for his family."
Sir, this is only half of what you promised?"
When Magnus braved the heavy snow to carry the hard-cut firewood into the courtyards of the village's wealthy households, he did not get the payment he deserved.The man chewing tobacco in his mouth glanced at him and spat black and yellow on the snow beside him."
Phew!
Enough for you!
”"But I have a wife and children at home," Magnus said earnestly, as he walked around him."
What does it matter to me whether you die or not?
I know you're Germans and Italians, enemies of ours, and you'd better not let me report it to the mayor. ”Magnus spread his hands and stopped the person who wanted to close the door: "But I'm not Nazi, I'm a Jew, and I'm a victim, an ordinary person." ”"Ordinary people who don't even know how to grow corn?
You're a deserter, aren't you?
How, am I right?
Damn Germans, you only deserve to eat cow dung!
”The difference in the level of understanding between the two determines the difference in views, and the peasant households in the remote villages cannot understand the difference between Nazi and Jews.Comrade Iron said that the Germans and Italians are enemies, then they are, and now that the war is over, they are the losers, and what fairness does the losers want?
Even though the price itself is already low, wouldn't it be better if you could only pay half of it?
There's a lot of firewood, and it's not bad to swap it for something else.Magnus had suffered a lot, and if he were alone, he could have left here and gone to live in another place.But he now has a family and needs to hide from the mysterious organization that pursues him.He is now just fighting for what he deserves, and he must be paid in advance for his labor."
Please, don't go, my family really needs these rewards, please.""
Phew!"
There is only labor, no pay, so how is that different from a concentration camp?
Looking at the triumphant farmers who were about to close their doors, Magnus's patience reached the limit, he had to be paid in full, and brave the snow to get food back to the town before it got dark.The axe on the ground on the side instantly rose into the air, as if it was held by an invisible hand, and the cold axe blade made the cold sweat that had just flowed from the farmer's neck freeze.P Meiman Knell 48302dexhtp