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Chapter 244 Alice Traverses Wonderland

The corridor was long and narrow, with beige wooden boards and old-fashioned wall lamps nailed to both sides.

Zhou Yi left the house and strolled along, but didn't encounter a second person.

All the gates along the way were locked.

There was a window at the end of the road, covered with a dark green carpet.

Looking outwards, one sees sloping, downward-facing woodland.

The pine trees are densely packed, and the occasional rustling sound of the wind passing through their branches can be heard.

As Zhou Yi walked to the corner near the stairs, he noticed a half-open wooden door on his left.

It is made of several narrow panels pieced together and painted with dark gray paint.

He held his breath, stood nearby for a few seconds, and listened intently.

It was very quiet inside, and there was probably no one there.

Zhou Yi looked around one last time, and after making sure no one noticed, he slipped inside.

The air was filled with the smell of soot and a little oil.

The room was quite large, and it was furnished like a duty room.

Two desks were placed in the corner, their keyholes stuffed with crumpled paper.

Zhou Yi walked over, bent down, and pulled open the innermost drawer.

It was stuffed with a lot of documents, the edges curled up, and a few yellowed punch cards mixed in.

He casually picked out two documents and flipped through them.

Okay, I don't understand.

It was all printed in German, neatly formatted, and stamped.

Most titles begin with "Abt." or "Stellung Hpt."

The pattern in the middle looks very familiar.

swastika.

Two-headed eagle.

The system somehow managed to send itself into World War II.

I just don't know at which specific point.

Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the table, trying to find any clues that could prove the date or location.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

He sighed and, without caring whether things were completely back to normal, stuffed all the documents back in.

After leaving the room, Zhou Yi continued walking forward.

Just as he was about to turn into the second corridor, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.

It was moving very fast, heading straight this way, making no attempt to conceal its presence.

Zhou Yi stopped moving, turned his body halfway, his left shoulder facing outward, and his right leg slightly bent.

Judging from the sound, the other person's stride frequency was short, and the stepping and lifting was somewhat dragging—clearly not a well-trained sergeant.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a young man in a light gray uniform came into view.

He was in his early twenties, not very tall, and looked like he had just come back from running errands.

The soldier was taken aback when he saw Zhou Yi's face, and his expression became more wary.

Then he opened his mouth and spoke a string of German words, his tone rising and questioning.

Great, I still can't understand it.

Zhou Yi gave him a perfunctory smile and quickly glanced behind the soldiers.

No one is empty.

Even better.

The next second, Zhou Yi moved.

In the blink of an eye, the pistol appeared out of thin air.

Before the soldier could react, he tried to back away, but the cold metal was shoved directly into his mouth.

He was slammed hard into the wall from behind, and in a panic, he tried to shout for help.

But this only made things worse.

In the chaos, the gun barrel was pushed in even deeper, instantly tearing through the inside of the mouth.

The soldier's pupils contracted sharply from the intense pain, and blood immediately seeped out.

He struggled frantically, trying to escape, but Zhou Yi slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The force was so great that the cheek immediately became red and swollen.

The soldier felt dizzy, his knees buckled, and he knelt down, but Zhou Yi forcibly lifted him up again.

"Where is this?" he asked.

"Tell me your identity, rank, and unit."

The soldier uttered a few indistinct syllables, sounding like sobbing or pleading.

He couldn't understand what the Asians were saying at all; all he could see was fear.

Zhou Yi stared at him silently for two seconds, then shook her head helplessly.

Immediately afterwards, his left arm tightened, his elbow pressing firmly against the other man's throat. He drew his pistol with his right hand and twisted it with the force of the movement.

"Click."

A cracking sound came from my cervical spine.

The soldier's body stiffened for a moment, then quickly went limp.

Zhou Yi did not specifically seek out cover.

He glanced at the open storage room next to him, then bent down, grabbed the corpse by the hair, threw it inside, and closed the door.

This time I've truly become illiterate.

The system still hasn't provided a language plugin.

Zhou Yi sighed again.

After thinking about it, he lost the desire to continue exploring the castle.

Nothing more than more locks and German documents.

Why don't we go somewhere else?

Having made up his mind, Zhou Yi quickly went down the stairs to the first floor.

It's more open here.

The ceiling is high and equipped with fans.

Following the direction of the airflow, he vaguely heard the sound of water and the clanging of metal utensils.

They're probably washing things in the kitchen.

Zhou Yi hadn't walked far when he saw a room with curtains hanging in it.

He bent down and went inside, where he found sliced ​​bread, cheese, and several plates of aspic on the table.

Coffee was brewing on a low stove, steam rising into the air.

The cutlery was clean, and the porcelain plate was warm, as if it had been prepared for him.

what is this?
Alice in Wonderland?
Zhou Yi reached out and touched a piece of cheese, just about to taste it, when the curtain was suddenly lifted open.

The newcomer was a thin, middle-aged man dressed in a standard military uniform.

His gaze first swept across the table, then landed on the kettle, and he frowned.

Finally, they noticed the Asian standing next to them.

The man's expression changed slightly, but before he could utter a word of reprimand, Zhou Yi pounced on him.

He used his left hand to control the opponent's jaw, and with his right hand, he delivered a heavy blow to the Adam's apple.

Vocal cord spasms, airway collapse.

The person couldn't even utter an "ah," only a violent retching.

His physiological instincts made him cover his neck, but Zhou Yi immediately grabbed his collar and slammed him heavily onto the table.

"Do you speak English?" he asked patiently.

"Ukrainian? Russian? French?"

The man looked pained and was gasping for breath.

His lips moved, but he couldn't spell out any complete words or phrases.

"You don't even know that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi grabbed his head, pressed his knee against his body, and twisted and pressed down.

"Click."

The corpse was limp.

Zhou Yi let go of his hand, wiped it on his clothes, then grabbed a piece of meat jelly and put it in his mouth.

It tastes pretty good.

It's cold, but it's rich in oil.

He sat down, cut the bread, and spread cheese in the middle.

The coffee is a bit hot.

Zhou Yi picked up the teapot, poured himself half a cup, and placed it beside him.

He ate and drank calmly, as if he were in a street-side restaurant in Prague.

However, the enjoyable time is always short-lived.

Less than half a minute later, another young man rushed in from outside.

He stumbled and almost slipped, and when he looked up, he was met with this scene.

The corpse on the dining table, and a strange man eating there.

The young man didn't have time to think; his legs moved before his brain, propelling him forward.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi did not immediately give chase.

He slowly swallowed the last bite, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and placed it back on the plate.

Then he straightened up and walked outside, extending his right hand as he did so.

The next second, a rifle appeared out of thin air.

Finally, I can have some fun.

Zhou Yi felt a slight shiver creep up his spine, making him tremble uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)