C29 Exhaustion of the Spring of Life

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 …"

"..."

His brother was silent.

"You said … Does Daddy miss us? " The younger brother was unconscious for a while before he woke up and asked.

Footsteps thudded, and Dr. Mengele appeared in the corridor, sweating profusely.

Before the doctors could speak, Mengele slapped them in the face.

"Do you know what you have done?! Do you know how valuable these two are?! " Mengele had completely lost control and was furious. "Open the door! Open the door and enter! "

Mengele carried a small metal box into the prison. He carefully placed the box on the ground and looked at his brother.

Mengele shed a tear.

At that moment, I was naive to think that Mengele remembered his father's identity.

Even if there was a hint of guilt, even if there was a hint of pity.

But I was wrong.

Mengele's face was covered in tears as he shouted, "Men! Put him in the operating room! "

A group of doctors and nurses rushed in, all at once lifting up their younger brother.

The other doctors had no choice but to bring the brother into the operating room.

Mengele handed the small box in his hand to a doctor:

"This was extracted from the 'remains' that Sir Himmler brought back from Tibet. It is still in the experimental stage. This child is one of my most triumphant works. Let him make his last sacrifice to the German nation! "

My brother saw Mengele smile at the last second, revealing a row of white teeth.

He looked at Mengele in confusion. Was he going to save his brother?

His younger brother was placed on the operating table. The doctor took out a syringe from the metal box. There was a blue liquid floating inside the syringe. They carefully inserted it into his artery.

One second, two seconds, thirty seconds.

His brother, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Younger brother is alive!

The older brother's face was filled with surprise and joy. He immediately ran over and tightly held his younger brother's hand.

Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

It was the worst nightmare of his life.

His younger brother's back swelled up into a lump, which opened up his skin and turned into several tentacles. The younger brother's lower body suddenly split open, and a head covered in mucus grew out from between his legs.

His younger brother had become a monster.

"Cardiac pacemaker!..." 220 volts! Electric shock... "Another electric shock …"

The monster twitched twice and stopped moving.

Time seemed to stop.

All of a sudden, I felt a bottomless darkness spreading up from within me, engulfing all of my reason and emotions within seconds. This darkness was like the countless hands on the gates of hell tearing at me, tearing me apart and merging me again in anger, injustice, brutality, and pain.

My soul seemed to have turned into a monster as well.

Ah!

His brother called out.

"Drag him away! Drag him away! " My brother was dragged out of the operating room, surrounded by doctors and nurses.

The night was dark, without any lights. Everything was dark.

Number 43 was curled up on number 44's bed.

"Number 44, you don't have to be afraid... You will live in my body. "

"I will be your eyes."

I heard the voice in my brother's heart.

The faint sound of the doctor's voice came from outside the prison, which meant that since the twin's younger brother was dead, he would no longer be able to complete the mind reading technique. People who lost half of their limbs could only be considered disabled.

His brother no longer needed to go to the interrogation room and the game room, but had become a thorough medical experiment.

Organ transplantation, bile extraction, testosterone extraction, skin test and blood collection, day after day.

The older brother's body was covered with deep and shallow wounds and post-operative wounds.

It was only in the dark of midnight that the brother in the brother's body would come out and speak to him.

"Big brother, can I give you a name?"

I saw the last night, hundreds of Allied bombers flying over the Fountain of Life farm.

The doctors fled in panic, and one of them stumbled and fell at the door of the prison.

When he got up, he found Number 43 staring into his eyes. After dozens of seconds, he mechanically took out the key to the warehouse.

Number 43 was in no hurry to escape. He went to the game room and chose a few familiar toys.

When he entered the hall, he saw a bunch of officers and nurses busily walking around, completely at a loss as to what to do. The floor was filled with monsters like his brother. There were some syringes on the ground, and inside them was a familiar blue liquid.

Number 43 smiled. It was a very beautiful smile that revealed a row of pure-white teeth.

He quietly locked the door of the hall. The flames of war were raging outside, and no one had noticed him.

"Let's play, brother."

My brother raised his gun. He pulled the trigger on everyone who was still alive.

The marble floor of the hall was carved with a very classical design, dyed red with blood. The floor was littered with bodies.

Everyone was dead.

His brother quietly sat in the middle of the hall with a bunch of monsters.

He no longer wanted to leave the Spring of Life. He just wanted his life to end as soon as possible. His brother picked up a syringe and stabbed it into his own artery. He then closed his eyes.

A few minutes passed.

He opened his eyes and looked at his hands and feet.

He looked around at the monsters.

"You want me to live for you?"

The hall was empty. Aside from his brother's reply, no one answered any questions.

"I accept your hatred." His brother smiled. "Alright, I'll be going then."