The overall shape of Black Swan Harbor is a gray hemisphere - of course, it cannot be a completely smooth and enclosed hemisphere.

On this hemispherical structure, there are many transport or exhaust pipes protruding from the inside, and the temperature inside seems to be so high that some of the thick shells of the pipes can melt away the snow when they are operated.

About three to four places are open to air circulation and necessary heat dissipation.

The interior of Black Swan Harbor is much warmer than the outside, probably rising from minus ten degrees to five or six degrees at once; Mercer's heart was full of surprise as he walked here—nothing but the wonder that some living plants could be seen in such a cold region.

In retrospect, it seems that Major Bondarev expressed the same doubts to Herzog in the book.

So the reason is Herzog's ingenious architectural design, right?

After becoming the original form, all aspects of the function have been greatly improved, and under careful recollection, it seems that even every word and sentence in the book clearly emerges - in this way, it seems that the plot can be grasped more accurately.

"You've got half an hour of free time, and when it's over, come and gather and go experimenting." From the opposite side of the lawn, the head nurse's cold voice suddenly came, and then, under Mercer's curious gaze, three or four nurses, also dressed in white nurses' uniforms, opened a dozen iron doors in turn; Then, the plainly dressed children walked out one by one and walked to the lawn in an orderly line.

"No loud noises! No chase fighting! The range of activities is limited to the lawn only. One of the nurses shouted impatiently, remembering that the phrase had been repeated many times. Those who do not follow the rules should be clear about the consequences. ”

The children all nodded, and then slowly dispersed, some of them gathering together in twos and threes, or whispering to each other, or simply lying on the lawn to sleep.

Looks like this is the kid in Black Swan Harbor. ’

Mercer thought to himself, and at the same time stopped, and stood still with his submachine gun in his arms, looking straight ahead, as if he were standing guard earnestly; He was joined by three or four other soldiers, and it was thought that so many of them were here to prevent these young half-breeds from hurting or escaping with their words.

These kids don't look like the kids in some of the Nazi concentration camps in some of the movies, but they're just as lifeless -- in other words, they all look a little numb.

'Let me think about what the book says......'

Regardless of what these children are, the description of the final dance party in the prequel alone is enough to make Mercer not sympathize with them in the slightest - the bear children who dare to do something to the cute little Lori will die! (That's right, it's such a simple reason)

Reflecting on the book's description of Renata, Mercer quickly swept his gaze over one child after another, eventually stopping at a little girl with plain skin and long white blonde hair tied into braids.

She was pacing slowly on the grass, her head down, holding the Cloth Bag Bear, as if looking for something.

'Renata ......'

Mercer stared deeply for a moment, until he had completely imprinted the inconspicuous, small and thin figure in his mind, and then quietly turned away.

……

It's almost night.

Renata thought as she curled up in her tiny bunk and watched the fading light squeeze out of the gaps in the fence above the iron gate.

Today, the head nurse took them to do the real yàn again, and as the only child who did not have "that" surgery, Renata was given priority treatment in individual projects. Although it is very uncomfortable, it is not as long as the usual real yàn.

In addition to the pungent smell of disinfectant water, she was impressed by the dazzling shadowless lamp, the cold operating table, the painful scalpels and forceps, the glass crashing sound of loaded carts full of medicines, and the most frequently used: needles.

She rubbed her small, delicate arms, and there were more than a dozen unhealed pinholes on them; But it made a normal person see enough to be considered abusive, and it didn't make her look very painful - it was already very light compared to the corporal punishment of the nurses. It's just that I still feel a little sad from the bottom of my heart.

What is it that makes you sad?

The strange potions injected in the afternoon seemed to be still working, and the speed of thinking was lengthened and lengthened; It seemed that a blazing light appeared in front of me all at once, and suddenly it seemed that nothing could be seen; Her mind was dizzy, and she couldn't find even a hint of direction, as if she was spinning slowly—she wanted to spit out the roasted potatoes for dinner.

I really don't know what so many hallucinogens are for.

However, these make her uncomfortable, and they are only a small part of what makes her uncomfortable, but they do not make her sad.

Thinking of this, Renata shook her head slightly, and couldn't help but start to slightly disdain the head nurse's statement in her heart, "It doesn't matter, the medicinal power will only last for a short time before it passes", and by the way, she tightened the bag bear in her arms. Then it was natural to fantasize that Zorro would take down all those pesky nurses and rescue her from this lifeless place.

But what about the outside place after you get out of this place? Will it still be icy, silent and sad?

Perhaps the answer can only be found in some clues from previous memories.

She only remembered what she remembered about her childhood: her father, for example, was always drunk and had a short beard that was a little prickly, and her mother was warm and liked to hold her in her arms. Although I can't even remember their faces, I feel a warm peace of mind when I think about them.

But even if it's Zorro, a big hero in the dark, how can you think that you can't get out just by relying on him, right?

"Today should be the night of the full moon."

Renata let out a small mutter, and her eyes suddenly flashed with rare hope and hope, which looked like a prison dormitory, and because of this, hope ignited a trace of warmth.

I couldn't help but think back to the night of the full moon in the past, the black snake rolled its body like a wild dragon, disturbing the entire Black Swan Harbor, and then slowly stood up in the direction of the ice field, its pure black scales stretched, and let out a silent breath as another madman-like chanter from below sang the Bible.

"Maybe one day...... The Black Snake can get me out. ”

After that, there was a long silence, and only a little girl who pinched her fingers and waited for zero o'clock to come.

(This chapter is a little bit less, but it has been revised and sorted out for a whole day.) Since it's a new book, I hope you will support it with collections and recommendations~ Thank you. ）

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