Chapter 2623 Hiding Place

The interior decoration of the house is just like the exterior decoration of the small building. It looks very contemporary, just like a person who has aged.

Wooden furniture that definitely looks a bit old is neatly displayed in the house, and the old-fashioned sofas and carpets underneath don't look like they're newly produced.

The cabinet-type pendulum leaning against the wall in the corner of the room is still moving normally, and its appearance has nothing to do with the word "new". There is also a foot-operated sewing machine not far away. It was probably the only gadget in the entire first floor that looked like it had been produced and purchased within the past ten years.

"This house is too old. It feels older than my father."

Iushkin was not present, and Arsim, the veteran ruffian, became the "complaint".

Malashenko on the side also felt the same way. In the German capital, which is developing at a rapid pace, it is a bit strange to see such a small building that is "old" inside and out. If we really want to talk about how to make it reasonable, Malashenko thinks that it would be "more appropriate" to move this small building to a rural town outside Berlin.

"Is the owner of this house still there?"

Malashenko took the initiative to ask questions. The neatly arranged decorations did not look like they had been broken into by outside forces, and there were no signs of rummaging through boxes or tinkering with the interior defense of the house. To say that there was an ambush by German soldiers in this place, Not to mention impossible, at least Malashenko thinks the probability is close to zero.

The hasty nature of the raid made it impossible for the Germans to set up an ambush in such a neat house. They didn't even have time to run away. How could they have the time?

That's why Malashenko asked if the owner of this small building was still there. If it hadn't been commandeered by those nazis, the possibility that the owner of the house was still there was actually quite high.

"This is actually, yes"

For some reason, the young German soldier who had been speaking clearly just now suddenly started to stutter. He seemed to be hesitant to speak, or he didn't know how to say something, or it might be some kind of hesitation.

Malashenko, who frowned slightly, was about to say, "Don't waste time, just tell me if you have anything to say." Alsim, who saw the unkind look on his face at the side of his comrade, also planned to give this ignorant German brat some color at any time. Look, I don’t mind singing in “black face” at all.

But at this moment, what no one expected was that an old and gentle word suddenly came from behind the German soldier who was facing Malashenko and with his back to the stairs.

"Freeman, are you back? Boy."

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The young German soldier said nothing and was just stunned. Before anyone around him could react, he immediately looked back and looked up at the top of the stairs at lightning speed.

"Grandma! It's dangerous here. Go back quickly! Let me handle it!"

"What? Grandma???"

This brief conversation between the old man and the young man immediately knocked Comrade Ma out of his wits on the spot.

Looking up in the direction from which the old voice came, Malashenko realized that the person standing at the top of the stairs was an old lady with gray hair and a slight stoop.

The old lady grabbed the handrail of the stairs with both hands and hid half of her body behind her. She seemed a little scared, but in the end she decided to lean out and ask questions tentatively.

Malashenko, who was a gunner, had excellent eyesight. Even when he was standing far below the stairs, Malashenko could easily read "worry and concern" from the old lady's eyes and facial expressions. Anxious" look.

And there was another familiar feeling in that expression, which Malashenko could often feel in his daily interactions with his political commissar comrades even after traveling to this different world.

Malashenko is convinced that that feeling should be called "the care of the elders", or care, love, whatever you want, it generally has such a general meaning.

Of course, this feeling and look are not directed at him. Malashenko can definitely find the ultimate target of that undisguised emotion - the young German soldier standing not far from him. Soldier.

"Good guy! So this place is his grandparents' home?"

Malashenko didn't quite believe it, and even thought it seemed a bit unbelievable.

Are there really idiots these days who don't let their family members hide, but instead lead enemies and dangers to their homes? Could this little German brat be a "filial son"?

The matter was indeed a bit complicated, and Malashenko just thought about it casually, not quite understanding the situation.

But the young German soldier next to him turned around and spoke repeatedly.

"Please don't make things difficult for that old man, please!"

"This is actually my grandparents' home. I am a native of Berlin. The defense area where I am stationed is the area where my grandparents' home is located."

"And I didn't lie to you. What I told you was the truth, before and now. I really had no other way to bring Captain Adam to my grandparents' house. The place where he fell to the ground when he was injured was very far away. It was dangerous. I looked around and found that the doors of other houses were closed or there were firefights. Bullets were flying and explosions were everywhere on the streets."

"I have the key to my grandparents' house. It was when I was stationed on this street that I could go home and rest at night, so my grandma let me take it with me. I had no other choice but to take Captain Adam with me. Back here. I carried him to the second floor and wiped the blood on the floor before leaving. I wanted to hide him, but I was more worried that he would die and I would not treat his wounds. "

"me"

The young man seemed to want to say something else, and he could clearly feel the meaning.

However, it seems that this should be the kind of state where he is so anxious that he can't even speak. It is just a waste of time to make him anxious anymore. The information just received is enough for Malashenko to understand the situation and basically I chose to believe him.

Why do you believe it, you ask?

Of course it's because this little brat can't even tell a lie. No matter how clever a lie is, people can't hide their eyes. There will always be some flaws exposed, it's just a question of how many. Especially for a little kid who has no city to speak of, he can't even basicly cover his eyes, and it's all on his face.

If Malashenko doesn't even have the skills to recognize people, then he shouldn't be a teacher anymore and retire early and go home and have sex with Natalya.

"Then you hurried over to find me, is that right?"

Malashenko, who still looked impatient but nodded, glanced at the young German soldier for the last time and then smiled.

"Don't worry, the promise remains unchanged. And with the addition of an additional promise, your family will also be safe."