"This man is not really Hitla. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Gao Shuai looked at the man on the sofa and reminded himself in his heart. In Gao Shuai's view, the person in front of him is just from Licht's imagination, just a creation of Licht's subconscious, but even if it is false and does not exist, Gao Shuai still feels a pressure, which is the awe of history.

Licht's performance was more radical, if Gao Shuai only looked at the man in front of him from a historical perspective, then Licht was even more excited from the heart, excited to the point of fanaticism.

Hitra was much calmer, he looked around, and there was obviously a hint of confusion on his face: "What's going on?" I remember that I was already dead. "Hitla's voice was soft, not as hysterical as one might think of – perhaps not the time for hysteria.

As he spoke, Hitter's eyes fell on Licht, and he looked up and down, with a look of admiration in his eyes, as if he was very pleased with Licht, a handsome young man with typical German characteristics.

"You did die, my Führer, but now, you are resurrected." Licht suppressed his excitement slightly, and there was a hint of pride in his tone. That's right, the resurrection of Hitra may not be so new, in the game and in the movie Hitra is resurrected more than once, but in reality, only he has done it!

Hitla's eyes were cloudy, after all, he was fifty-six years old, and the exhaustion of the last years of his life had made his body seriously age. But even the eyes that were already cloudy were still gradually sharpened after the temporary confusion caused by the sudden resurrection. So very quickly, Licht's clothing attracted the attention of Hitla, and it was clear that it was not the style that a young man should have in his forties - the forties of the last century.

Without dwelling on how he was resurrected, Hitra was silent for a moment, as if thinking, and then leaned forward: "What year is it?" What happened to Germany after I died? ”

It can be seen that for Hitra, the fate of the "future" of Germany is far more important than how he is resurrected.

Licht had been prepared for Hitla's request, he had already done his homework at the beginning of the plan, and without thinking too much, Licht fluently used the most concise language to tell Hittra about the history of Germany after the war.

Hitra sat on the couch, leaning forward slightly, listening very attentively. His death, the fall of the Empire, the division and reunification of Germany, the reconstruction and revival of the economy, the not-so-independent national defense, the re-emergence as one of the leaders of Europe, and the problems that the new century faced, both domestic and international. And, of course, the news of the collapse of that formidable other vast empire.

Licht's oral history is naturally very new to Hittra, but to Gao Shuai, a modern person, it is very ordinary, a very ordinary and straightforward historical narrative, or even just a historical outline. So during this period, Gao Shuai's attention was not on Licht, and the Hitler sitting on the sofa attracted all the attention of Gao Shuai. There were no fists waving and body swinging wildly, and no high-pitched almost crazy speeches, Hitra just sat there quietly, listening carefully, but it was such a quiet Hitra who was deeply attracted to Gao Shuai.

Not long nor short for more than sixty years, Hitra listened fascinated, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the armrests of the sofa, making a soft "click" sound. Adding a little vividness to his quietness, the softness of this voice also reminded Gao Shuai that at this moment, Hitra's heart was not as calm as he appeared.

Gao Shuai suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, to be precise, a warning from Gao Shuai's innate intuition. I can't say what the reason is, but I have to find a reason, maybe this illusory Hitla's reaction is somewhat beyond Gao Shuai's imagination, and far more delicate than other people who appear in Licht's consciousness.

You must know that this is only Licht's private world of consciousness, and the composition of the whole world, including architecture, weather, all the surrounding environment, and even human beings, is not as nuanced as in the real world, just like dreaming, even if it is absurd and illogical, as long as the dreamer "thinks" that it is reasonable when dreaming, it is reasonable, and there is no need to strictly demand that everything correspond to reality one by one. This includes the cold Berlin who traveled all the way, as well as all the unrecognizable and natural Berlin citizens, and also includes the Matsushima Kohachi who suddenly appeared and disappeared abruptly. There is no need for reasons and explanations, as long as Licht thinks it is reasonable, it is reasonable, but unlike all the people who appear in Licht's consciousness, Hitra is obviously not like this, he is so real that Gao Shuai finds himself unconsciously taking him as a real existence, as if Hitter is really resurrected, right in front of his eyes. It feels ridiculous.

"Perhaps this illustrates the exaltation of Hittra's position in Licht's heart from another angle, so much so that he was so impressed by Hitra so vividly." Gao Shuai looked for a reason.

It was at this time that Hittra had finished listening to the brief history of post-war Germany that Licht had carefully prepared for him, and he fell into deep thought again, and there was silence in the bunker study.

In the face of Hitla's silence, Licht did not have a trace of anxiety, he stood there very patiently, waiting quietly. It seemed to him that Hitra needed time to digest this sudden upheaval, and it seemed to him that the results of Hitla's thinking would not exceed his calculations.

"Why do you want to resurrect me?" After a long time, Hitla's voice sounded again, and there was no joy of resurrection in his voice, but more of peace and the decadence behind the calm. The magnificent post-war history does not seem to have aroused Hitla's ambitions, on the contrary, he is more like an ordinary old man hanging from the curtain at this moment.

After waiting for a long time, finally waiting for Hitra to ask this question, Licht was refreshed and re-excited: "Because we need a leader, a great leader!" ”

"Leader?" Hitra repeated in a low voice, shook his head, and said, "You are wrong, there is only one loser here, a loser who has been abandoned by his people. ”

The defeat in the war hurt Hitra more than Richt imagined, or rather, it was quite normal, because Hitra committed suicide precisely because of his despair.

Soon, however, Hitla's fingers that had been tapping on the armrest were raised, trembling and shaking, venting his frustration: "No, they are not the people! They don't deserve to be Germans at all! They abandoned me, and chose to give in to the enemy just because of a little defeat, they didn't dare to fight to the end, they were not even as strong as the Eguo people! ”

Perhaps it was Licht's post-war history that stimulated Hitla, especially when he heard that after the war, the Germans regarded him as the source of all evil, the culprit of the destruction of the country, and poured all the sins on him, so Hitra was furious.

"It was the Germans who chose war! It is the Germans who have chosen to resist the oppressors, and it is the Germans who have chosen me to be their leader, to lead them in battle, to guide them! But they can only enjoy the fruits of victory, and cannot afford to take the risk of defeat! They meanly put all the blame on me! They don't deserve great leaders at all! Speaking of the height of his anger, Hitra stood up violently, whirling around like a trapped beast in his little study.

Hitter's anger did not surprise Licht, on the contrary, he looked at everything in front of him with excitement, he needed a leader, and naturally needed a dynamic leader, even if it was just to vent his anger.

It's a pity that the anger comes and goes quickly, and Hitra sits down again, no matter what, the German country has failed, and the German people have abandoned him, and he has committed suicide with a gun sixty-seven years ago, and the frustration and loss of that moment have returned to Hitra's heart.

"I'm tired and I need to rest." Hitra bowed her head, waved at Licht, and then fell silent. The thunderous rage was like a flame, fierce and swift that burned out the last bit of Hitla's passion, and all that remained was a man to be killed.

The contrast was so great that it was poured on Licht's head like a basin of cold water, so that he was stunned on the spot, apparently at a loss. The confidence that had hung on Licht's face from the beginning disappeared, as if he had never thought that Hitler would give up on cheering up.

Gao Shuai's brows furrowed even tighter.