"Let's talk about you.
What's your nationality?"
Reger leaned on the back of the office chair with a bit of laziness.
"Without nationality, I don't know where my passport is going."
Cheng Qianxun replied.
In the chaos of war, it is normal to lose your passport and identity documents.
Reger thought for a while: "This is not a big problem.
I'll find a way to help you make up for it."
"Thank you" Cheng Qianxun thanked him.
Anyway, it's good to have a teammate as a backer.
And thank you to her teammates for tattooing her name on her wrist, which gave her nonsense some authenticity.
Reger seemed to be hesitating, and Cheng Qianxun was also thinking about what to say to get Reger to help find Rudolf in the prisoner of war camp.
After a long period of silence, Cheng Qianxun finally plucked up the courage and said, "I'm actually here to find someone this time."
Regal stared at her, with a different look in his eyes than before.
Although his teammates had gone through a lot, and Regel had killed many people along the way, his eyes had never looked like Rudolph's, and now his eyes were fierce and fierce, like a Siberian wolf looking at its prey.
She swallowed: "Can you help me find a person in the prisoner of war camp?
His name is Rudolf."
Although Regel was a little surprised, he didn't show much.
The more joyful a person is, the longer he can live, especially in this emergency period of war: "Who is he?"
She can only continue to make up lies.
The funny thing is that she can't say a word on the upper level, but she is racking her brains to lie every day on this level.
Cheng Qianxun said helplessly: "He is a relative of mine, the grandson of my great-grandfather's sister.
My great-grandfather's sister was snatched away a long time ago to become the wife of a Tsarist Russian officer.
She is already the fourth generation.
I may only have him."
Before he died, my grandfather told me to find him and save his life."
This relationship is really far-reaching, but there is nothing we can do about it.
If Regel finds Rudolph, he will look at Rudolph.
If he doesn't look like her at all, then he will be suspicious.
It's four generations old, so it's normal to not look the same at all.
Hundreds of years after Genghis Khan arrived in Europe, many Europeans looked absolutely Caucasian.
They don't even know that their invisibility contains a gene unique to Mongolia.
There are actually such relatives.
Reger couldn't help but laugh: "Do you know what your last name is?"
Cheng Qianxun shook his head: "I don't know, my grandfather didn't have time to say."
Reger shook his head: "This is difficult.
If you want to know which prisoners of war, there are probably at least two named Rudolf out of ten, how can I find them?"
In this way, I am still willing to help, but there are difficulties.
Cheng Qianxun quickly said: "He is just like you, and my grandfather once saved his life..."
As soon as he said that, the sharpness in Reger's eyes was much less.
Life is for everyone.
All are precious.
Only those who are on the verge of death or have been in contact with death will deeply understand that money and status are all fake in front of life.
Reger stood up and took off his military cap from the coat rack nearby: "I really want to go outside for a walk.
Are you willing to accompany me?"
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That is to say there is something more important to say.
Of course Cheng Qianxun is willing.
Reger walked out, and the soldier at the door immediately saluted, and he raised his hand slightly in response.
In this day and age, saluting is as common as crossing one's chest in the Middle Ages.
One of the soldiers immediately followed behind with a gun on his back, while the other soldier continued to stand guard.
At the gate, there were two soldiers standing guard.
One of them opened the iron door and reminded with concern: "Lieutenant Colonel Reger, it's not very safe outside.
It's so late, so don't go out."
Reger looked at the soldiers following him, patted the gun hanging on his waist, and said confidently: "How can the head of state's soldiers be easily intimidated?
Anyone who dares to die can come."
After walking for a while, Reger asked the soldier to follow him a little further away and pay attention to the situation around him.
In fact, he kept him farther away.
And she was wearing pajamas, sheets, and cotton slippers, following Regal in military uniform.
It seems very weird.
Reger lowered his voice: "The higher-ups don't believe anyone.
Although I've checked the office several times, there should be no eavesdropping.
It's hard to say that they suspect me."
After a while, he asked softly: "Your distant cousin is just like me.
You understand what I am talking about."
Cheng Qianxun looked back to make sure that the soldiers following behind him with guns in hand could not hear their conversation, and then replied: "Not only the same as the commander, but also me.
It's just that I don't have a thorn on my arm.
Put my name down."
There is no need to excrete, but the body needs to eat and drink like ordinary people; it can understand all languages, and the other party can understand what it says, but it cannot understand words that have not been learned.
Regel continued to walk forward for several steps before asking: "Can I return to normal and become an ordinary person again?"
Cheng Qianxun immediately replied: "Yes, but it takes time."
As long as he climbs the stairs, he can become an ordinary person.
Not to mention ordinary people, after passing the third level, you can become an angel, after passing the sixth level, you can become a four-winged angel, and after reaching the eighth level, you can become a seraphim.
"How long?"
Reger's suppressed voice revealed unconcealable excitement.
She replied: "Everything must be done slowly.
In fact, we are all people who have died once, and our bodies must be different from others."
Suddenly her eyes lit up, why not follow this topic?
She said seriously: "Since the commander believes it, then I won't hide it.
So I came here to find four people with the same tattoo on their wrists.
The other three are the same as the chief, and the same as me."
"There are three more."
Regel was a little surprised.
Cheng Qianxun looked back again to make sure no one else was eavesdropping and continued to make up the story: "My grandfather secretly saved many people in his life, but there were only a few people who needed to be saved at the risk of life-threatening injuries, and everyone had tattoos on their arms.
"The purpose is to wait until he dies and let me find them.
Only after he dies can my body and theirs return to normal."
Regal stopped, his breathing quickened with excitement, and his thick chest heaved: "Really?"
She nodded carefully: "I also want to be a normal person."
Reger's face under his tall, big-brimmed hat showed the joy of hope.
Then he asked: "What about our capabilities..."
Speaking of the ability to understand various languages, Cheng Qianxun replied without thinking: "The ability is still retained, and the body is restored to normal."
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Reger asked again: "One may be in a prisoner of war camp, but then there are two others."
We must rely on Regel, otherwise we may not be able to find them for a lifetime, let alone how to protect them: "They should be nearby.
One is named Sneijder and the other is named Gordon.
But I don't know who they are and where they are."
One side.”
"Sneed" Regel suddenly laughed: "Maybe I know this person."
The party started again, and of course Cheng Qianxun had no place.
He stood in a corner as a vase and looked at the rectangular table filled with officers wearing dark gray-green uniforms.
Interspersed among them were several Caucasian women, dressed in colorful dinner outfits and with makeup on their faces.
But judging from the informal expressions of most of them, they often showed caution.
They must have been recruited to specifically meet the physiological needs of the officers.
But their appearance, without exception, is that of Caucasian and non-Jewish.
Seeing the Oriental woman standing in the corner, an officer asked curiously: "Lieutenant Colonel Reger, who is she?"
Reger said calmly: "I just found her.
She can speak many languages, so let her meet everyone.
Maybe we can use her in the future."
"I heard that the lieutenant colonel can speak many languages."
Another said flatteringly: "It is said that there are no less than a dozen languages."
Another person added: "Probably more than that.
The only one who can compare is Major Sneed who was in the prisoner camp."
Upon hearing Sneijder's name, Cheng Qianxun's heart flashed.
"It's just a legend."
Reger changed the topic and looked at a woman sitting next to an officer: "This is a new face."
"Yes, she is very young and beautiful.
She can also sing arias."
The officer put his arm around the shoulders of the young woman sitting next to him and said, "Go and sing one to cheer everyone up."
In order to liven up the atmosphere, an officer volunteered to be the accompaniment.
After the prelude, a high soprano voice sounded, and Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly.
Whether it's playing music or singing, they are all very professional, but she can't do anything.
Amid the singing, a tall black figure walked in.
He stopped at the door of the restaurant, as if he didn't want to disturb him, but the singing woman stopped anyway.
When Cheng Qianxun saw it, his heart suddenly accelerated.
It was Sneijder.
He is also an officer, and the military uniform he wears is not that of the army, but is thick black.
There is a red armband with black characters on a white background on his left arm.
This military uniform looks more energetic and powerful.
And she looked more and more bitterly, it was the SS, the so-called Gestapo.
"Bah bang bang..."
Sneijder clapped calmly with his gloved hands and said in a very gentle tone: "It's a good singing.
I didn't expect to hear such a beautiful voice in this small town.
It's so beautiful."
Sorry to bother you, please keep singing.”
A seat next to Regel was immediately made available.
Sneijder handed his hat to the maid next to him and walked over.
While sitting down, the woman continued to sing.
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But her singing voice had a little vibrato than before.
Yes, even though Sneijder's military rank was one level lower than Regel, he still held the power of life and death of an official.
Even a marshal can be dismissed from his post and his head lost as long as a secret report from the SS is placed on the desk of the Führer.
Watching Sneijder sitting there, leaning back on the chair, one hand on the table, eyes slightly closed to admire.
Cheng Qianxun felt that Sneijder was different from before.
Against the backdrop of his soapy black military uniform, he seemed to have a hint of viciousness about him.
When the song ended, everyone applauded, and Sneijder said with a smile on his face: "It's very appropriate to sing La Traviata at this time.
She sang very well."
The woman lowered her head, bent her knees slightly, performed a squatting salute, and then returned to her original position.
"We just happened to be talking about you."
Reger greeted with a joking tone: "I was afraid that the prisoners sent would make you too busy to come over.
I shot a few more today
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