Chapter 888 Forget the past (second update)

Kraft woke up again, panting in cold sweat, his eyes wide open trying to penetrate the thick, lightless darkness. He didn't turn on the night light by the bed, but chose to continue lying there. After only being here for two days, he dreamed about his hometown and family again. Strangely enough, however, whenever he held a meeting in his waking state, the vision of the past seemed to be shrouded in a thick mist. With the passage of time, all the past memories began to turn yellow and wet, and finally disappeared completely, as if watching a black and white movie in the long past, which was full of blurred and screaming faces.

"Are you dreaming again?" The small voice of inquiry came from the next bed. If it weren't for the fact that everyone else had fallen into a deep sleep at this moment, the sound of slightly heavier breathing could have covered it up. Kraft blinked in vain, and although he couldn't see clearly, he knew who was speaking. Badia, a skinny boy from the same village, was the only one he knew in the group. They did not come to this underground city alone. There were also people from other villages and even other countries who were scrunched up and then separated. In the male dormitory where Kraft lived, only Badia spoke the same dialect as him.

"Probably because I ate too many desserts today," Kraft said. "I forgot what I dreamed about."

"Me too." There was a creaking sound from the bed board in Badia's direction. Although he couldn't see it, Kraft could still picture Badia crouching under the covers. Just like in the old days, Badia always watched from the sidelines while other peers played together. Because he is too thin, he can't play football at all, he can only play on the swing. "What do you think those people want us to do?"

"I don't know." Kraft shook his head. In the past two days, they repeatedly experienced many things that they could not understand at all. First, they were allotted several sets of clothing for different seasons, ranging from simple T-shirts to heavy and delicate black coats, then a tablet computer and a lot of books written in incomprehensible words, and a book that said A locker of their names. Boys and girls live on opposite sides of the square and can only be seen when they wake up.

"Maybe they want to teach us to read, just like the foreigners who came to the village in the past." After saying this, Kraft immediately regretted it, because Badia's mother died at the hands of foreigners. The poor woman was dragged behind a car with her legs bound, and she was never seen again. Kraft sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't have time to think about it, but added hastily, "I mean, the ones who didn't have guns."

"Journalists," Badia said. "Do you think these people are journalists?"

"Almost." Kraft licked his dry lips, "I want to eat vanilla ice cream tomorrow."

"Are they good people?" Badia continued.

"I don't think so." Kraft sighed.

The rules here are strict, not only are they required to do certain exercises in the morning, but all prayers are also forbidden. They were assembled and told about it on the first day they came here, but not all of them obeyed the rules, and this morning (probably morning) they were called up to watch the flogging, by those in black armor The women in the church personally performed it—two men and three women of different ages. They were stripped naked, hung up and had two lashes on their backs. No one prayed since then. Kraft inquired about the five people through somewhat different dialects and gestures. It is said that they were sent to the hospital and have not come out until now.

In addition, their range of activities is also strictly limited.

There are barbed wire fences and outposts on the high courtyard walls, and there are soldiers with guns and searchlights patrolling 24 hours a day. They don't have any security problems except that they are like a prison. There will be no sudden air raids, no military vehicles and soldiers breaking in, they will even be able to sleep safely and not worry about anything. More importantly, the food here is rich and extremely delicious. Not only can they fill their stomachs every day, but each meal is as delicate as it is served from those high-end restaurants in TV dramas. These were unimaginable days in the past, and sometimes Kraft thought he was still in a dream. Yet even such a beautiful day is not reassuring, and even the youngest child knows that no one gives you anything for nothing, and that all that is given is doubled back.

But compared to when they first came here, most people are more relaxed.

They don't know where they are at all, and they don't know what the master here wants them to do, and they don't know how long this kind of life will last. Since you can't resist, then enjoy the present time. Anyway, they have great food and TV dramas to watch every day. Even if you want to be afraid, you have to wait until the end comes.

"Go to bed early, I have to run tomorrow morning."

"Good night, Kraft."

"Good night, Badia."

"Look! Which school can still serve French lamb chops at lunch! There is also beef sauce, which is a sauce that only high-end French restaurants have!" Salomon pointed to little Lorna beside him , she was picking up the lamb chops in a way that Athena would definitely be angry when she saw it, and her mouth was full of oil. As for the leftover plates and bones, they piled up in piles on the desks of the college office. Stephanie will serve as the first principal of the college, overseeing the children's education throughout the process, and Salomon is not going to tell her that her desk was once full of suet and bones. "Are you planning to order one too?" The mystic nodded at the artificial man who kept serving the plates, "You're welcome, there are leftovers every day."

"At first I thought..." Natasha smiled awkwardly. She originally thought that she would see something different during her on-the-spot investigation, and it was indeed the case, but it was not what she imagined. "I didn't expect you to build the college with the standards of Eton College."

"Do you think I set up a concentration camp? Don't be kidding, this is a Latin class! It's something vulgar Yankees can only learn in private high schools!" Salomon rolled his eyes disdainfully, "It must be The influence of those Yankees on you. It will be good for you to have less contact with Yankees. They are not very good at thinking. This period is a special case. I made a contact plan according to the psychologist's suggestion to reduce their resistance. To the minimum. It seems to be fruitful now, at least many children will not wake up in the middle of the night, tranquilizers and amnestic potions will let them sleep well. By the time the teaching professor comes in and starts lecturing and sorts them into different specialties, they will become immortal The future of the city, stuffed into various departments to play a role. As long as they learn something, they can change from refugees to scholars and warriors, and become the best among ordinary people. And what I pay is time, money and patience , and a lot of resources that are unimaginable to the outside world.”

"What major are you preparing for?"

"Scientific research department, internal affairs department, sisterhood monastery, and combat department. Each major also has its sub-categories, and sub-majors also have their sub-majors to choose from. Apart from interests, the most important thing is to rely on teachers to screen students for their areas of expertise. For example, in the combat department, only the students with the best grades can enter the supervisory team, and in the scientific research department, only the best students can join the genetic laboratory; The field hospital of the department will take classes together, but the course progress is different. Another example is that the armored vehicle teaching of the combat department will be carried out together with the armored vehicle teaching of the sisterhood; except for being able to enter the monastery of the sisterhood, other majors are Men and women are mixed, but all students must undergo military training, at least learn to use firearms and cold weapons."

"Wow, you plan to copy the teaching model of SHIELD Academy?"

"Yes, you definitely want to meet Agent Weaver, I managed to get her here."

"What name do you plan to name this academy?" Romanov asked. "The academy must have a name."

"Well……"

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