The more the warden talked, the more evil it became, and the more Yulia listened, the more unbelievable it became. This is not a person at all, no human being has such limits, this is simply a monster. If it is true as the warden said, then Frank Mire is a devil at all, a devil like a fake one.

"Stop, stop, wait. You said so much, so why is a person like him still locked up here? Yulia's eyes widened and she looked at the warden incredulously, her eyes full of confusion and doubt.

She didn't really believe what the Warden was saying, though she knew very well that the Warden was not a man who liked to exaggerate.

"I also find it strange that they only told me that he killed his wife and two policemen, stole secret KGB materials, disseminated statements against the highest authorities and discredited the Politburo, that he tried to sabotage our great revolution, and that he was said to be Beria's confidant." The warden folded the towel and shrugged his shoulders a little inexplicably.

So he's a political victim? Beria fell, so he was finished. All the charges may be framed, and only the last sentence is the key. ”

"Politics is sometimes scarier than Xing's disease. Yesterday he was high on the top, receiving praise from the people, but today he is a filthy prisoner. There may be something wrong with him, but we should trust the authorities. Our great cause is the liberation of all mankind, and no one has ever practiced such a great cause in all the history of mankind. We are pioneers and pioneers, so we will encounter problems, go through ups and downs, and there will be all kinds of troubles, and all kinds of evil capitalists will be enemies everywhere and obstruct us in every way. Therefore, it is our responsibility to defend the security of the country and the interests of the people. A wise and wise leader will lead us to victory. This is our common interest and that of all humanity. ”

Yulia knew that the warden was a kind man, a man who would not care about his own life for the sake of his country, even the lives of others. It was this almost fanatical patriotism that led him, the son of a destitute lumberjack born in the upper Volga region, to rise to the rank of warden of the Gulag. He had no culture, only patriotic fervor. Therefore, he always did not like to hear the accusations of the highest authorities, whether or not such voices were justified, and this was his unwavering loyalty to the organization.

People like them can be found everywhere among prison guards. On weekdays, even if they step on an ant to death, they will feel sad and heartbroken. But whenever it came to the question of the state, they became extremely brutal, and they took turns to kill the German woman, smashed her body, and threw it in the square. They even thought that by doing so, they might be able to earn themselves a medal of merit, because in their eyes it was undoubtedly a great feat.

Such people make people feel close, but at the same time they are scary, and in the end, of course, they are more afraid. Yulia didn't know what was wrong. All she knew was that there were many of them today, and there were more and more of them.

"Well, I'm not interested in politics, I think I should go back and rest." Yulia stroked the frame on her face.

"You young people, you just lack faith, how can you do a good job without faith? Nowadays, the world is becoming more and more worrying, who will take over the torch of our revolution if this continues. ”

"I have my own descendants, I'm just a bioengineer. Didn't they say that there was also a revolution going on in Japan? I heard that there was a lot of trouble in Tosa and Satsuma. ”

"Our great revolution will eventually win as we like."

"I will pray for you in my dreams." Yulia got up from her chair and prepared to leave.

"Come back, you haven't told me yet, what did that kid say?" The warden called Yulia and asked.

"He asked us to do a full search, to search the whole Gulag, and he said that the killer might be hiding somewhere that we had overlooked. In his view, the crux of the matter is not who the murderer is, but that we have not found out. Yulia shook her head and said, anyone could see her dismissive.

"Maybe it should be so, starting tomorrow, I will search in groups, and I can't let go of any corner." The warden said with a serious expression.

"What! Is this joking with me? You can't really take it seriously, do you? Yulia looked surprised.

"Am I kidding you?"

"I just think, is it really necessary?"

"Yes! The murderer has surpassed our original perception of things, and many places are difficult to explain. The kid was from the KGB, and I think he must have realized something that would have led us to do a full-fledged search, and we just didn't know, he knew something. None of the prisoners, prison guards and staff we know of are qualified to be murderers, which cannot but raise suspicions. Believe him, maybe he is our only hope, otherwise the next person to be killed may be you, or it can be me, we don't want that to happen. ”

"Well, I reserve my opinion. I just hope that it won't be in vain, and I hope it won't cause panic. Yulia shook her head in frustration.

"Don't be careful, it's already panicking." The warden's gloomy face showed a hint of helplessness.

"I don't know if it's because he thinks so that he wants to do this, or if you have such a plan." Yulia asked.

"I didn't have any plans, but he at least gave an opinion, since there is no other way of thinking, you might as well look like this first, feel the stones to cross the river, no one knows what to do next."

"You just look for it slowly, there will be no results in a aimless search. It's time for me to go back to the dorm, and if I don't, my cat will be left to fend for itself. ”

"You're not a big man, you can't live with a cat for the rest of your life. It's better to think more about how to marry yourself. ”

"I'm imprisoned in this concentration camp every day, where am I going to get married? If you can, then give me a few more days off. By the way, I wanted to take a day off the day after tomorrow to go home to see my mother, I haven't been back for a long time. ”

"Are you kidding?"

"I'm serious."

"If the day after tomorrow is safe, I will promise you."

"I hope you don't break your word."

"You should hope that no one goes missing."

Ten minutes later, Yulia returned to her dormitory, which was a two-bedroom room on the second floor of the No. 3 women's dormitory. Only the rooms on the second floor of the dormitory are two-bedroom, and the other floors are all single rooms, so it is not difficult to see Yulia's status in the Gulag.

The interior of Yulia's dormitory is full of ancient Egyptian style. Furniture painted with hieroglyphs, obelisk-like table lamps, animal-faced human objects, various scarab ornaments, and many strange symbolic ornaments. Yulia used to travel to France with her parents when she was a child, and it was that trip that made her fall in love with ancient Egyptian culture, and at that time, ancient Egyptian elements were popular in France. As a girl, Yulia often fantasized about herself as Cleopatra, whom she considered the most beautiful woman in the world. Blockbuster movies from various countries have used Cleopatra as the theme and repeatedly filmed Dalian's film works. It was also in that era that she fell in love with kittens, and she especially wanted to raise an Egyptian cat, and later she found out that Russian cats were even more cute and mysterious.

Yulia is a scientist by heart, but she is full of curiosity and longing for mysticism. Half of her life is spent in the Gulag doing sustainable research, and the other half is her room-like dreams.

Suddenly, something in the room shook faintly, and the elongated figure on the wall made people shudder.