Chapter 2704

Charles saw the dried blood spreading along the sheets, flowing all the way to the end of the bed, and even seeping into the cracks in the floor with that ominous black-red color.

The crows were still calling outside the window.

Charles didn't feel that this scene was terrifying, because he didn't feel a terrifying atmosphere here. Those bloodstains even became ordinary things like the decorative patterns on the sheets, which proved that Erik had never felt fear because of this.

But this was indeed something to be feared. Charles frowned. He could even clearly see a woman screaming on the bed. She had a big belly. The process of production was frightened... it must be frightened. There was another kind of faint smell of fear here.

Charles walked two steps inside, and sure enough, he saw messy footprints on the balcony. Someone broke in when Erik's wife was giving birth. They frightened the pregnant woman, eventually leading to dystocia.

Charles had a medical education background, so he could see that the process of production was very unsmooth. Eventually, the doctor who knelt on one side of the delivery bed chose a lateral incision. This caused a lot of blood, simply turning this place into a pool of blood.

The situation of the pregnant woman and the child must have been very bad. Although Charles didn't know much about obstetrics, he also knew that in this situation, it was very likely that both mother and child would die.

Perhaps this was the main reason why Anya died young before she was six years old. The unsmooth production made her heart and lung function naturally very weak, requiring long-term use of a ventilator.

Then what about Erik's wife? Did she survive? Charles was a bit confused. In this situation, the possibility of survival wasn't high, but if the doctor was professional enough and could suture the wound without being interrupted in such a chaotic situation, it was still possible.

"Magda is still alive." Erik's voice appeared behind the door. Charles turned to look at him. Erik's face had some nostalgia, but he wasn't very moved. He said, "She passed away three years ago."

"Did she see Anya?"

"She did, but at that time she was already a grandmother. She didn't have a deep impression of this little girl who was taken away as soon as she was born. Although she recognized her at the end, she only treated that side as an ordinary dream."

"The doctor you hired must be very powerful." Charles sighed, "I can imagine how critical the situation was at that time. At least five people broke in here."

"In fact, it was seven, belonging to two different factions, all fully armed."

Charles looked up at Erik. He didn't ask anything, but he knew Erik knew what he wanted to ask.

"I killed them. In front of Magda, I tore them apart completely. This was the main reason she was frightened."

"The doctor perfectly completed the suture, but because she lost too much blood, she needed to go to the hospital for a blood transfusion immediately. Anya stayed with me. Since then, I have never seen her again. The doctor told me she didn't want to see me, and she left."

Charles sighed lightly and said, "I know you couldn't control it, but this would scare any ordinary person."

Erik looked at him silently. Charles felt a bit tight inside. He immediately thought of his loss of control. Yes, could he really not control it at that time? No, he just hoped to win Magneto's attention.

"Are you doing it on purpose? Why do you want to do this?"

Erik shook his head and said, "No, at least not this time. I didn't think they would come. Anger swallowed me. I killed seven people in an instant..."

"Wait." Charles realized something was wrong and said, "If you really lost control, it shouldn't be seven, but ten people, including your wife, your child, and that doctor. None of them could have survived. Which link went wrong?"

Erik was silent.

His figure disappeared at the door. Charles didn't stay in this room for too long either. He turned and went to another smaller room next door. That was where Anya lived.

This was a typical children's room. Although there was no cartoon wallpaper, there were soft beds that were clean and bright and completely inconsistent with the style of this old house, as well as many dolls and toys.

Charles saw a group photo. There were three people on the photo, exactly him, Erik, and Anya. At that time, he and Erik were both young, and Anya was only about four years old, pale and weak, but her smile was very bright.

Thinking of the painful expression of this little girl lying on the hospital bed later, Charles also felt his heart start to ache. Fortunately, she had already gotten rid of the body that caused her pain. She could live happily in the spiritual world forever.

Charles went downstairs and sat back on the sofa. Seeing that there was still cigarette ash in the ashtray, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to smoke here too. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Anya?"

Erik stared straight at the homework and didn't bother with Charles. Charles seemed to be used to it, sat down for a while, and then stood up again, starting to patrol the walls of the room.

The wall on the right side of the fireplace was covered with old, yellowed wallpaper, where many of Anya's scribbles could be seen. On the left side was a clipping wall, all of which were newspapers from that era.

Because it was pasted too densely and the newspapers would lose ink, for the sake of his eye health, Charles had never looked at it carefully, but this time he browsed the news on it as attentively as possible, because he wanted to know who the uninvited guests who broke into the house were.

In fact, there were too few people to choose from. Charles was also a person who came from that era. Although the situation in the UK had always been stable, he could always hear the news of the Soviet army attacking Berlin step by step from the radio.

But the headlines of the newspapers pasted on this wall were different from what was written on the radio. It recorded that the Soviet army was retreating steadily, almost retreating back to Stalingrad, while the German army was like a god, wishing to insert the swastika flag into the Kremlin in one breath.

Suddenly a piece of news caught Charles's attention. It wrote "The mysterious church killer makes waves again, the secret brigade has locked onto possible suspects, and will be publicly executed in a few days."

Looking down, there was another piece of news about the church killer, but it also said that the Gestapo had locked onto the identity and residence of the church killer and was about to catch him. Looking down, it was still about to catch him, and looking down, it was still about to, about to, and about to.

This series of newspaper reports focused on a promising future. Anyway, it said that the secret army was unstoppable and the church killer was terrified. But after reading to the end, Charles didn't understand who this church killer was. Then he knew these were just stupid propaganda tricks. If they really caught him, would they not paste a photo?

Charles looked very carefully, so he found that the method of pasting this series of clippings was different from the others. Erik was actually a very careful person. When he pasted something, he would definitely apply glue to every corner and paste it extremely flatly, not letting go of any gaps, and must make it perfect.

This series of clippings didn't seem to be so attentive. Not only were there paper ones, glue was applied in the middle, and there were two wrinkled ones in the middle. This didn't look like Erik's style.

Although Charles discovered it, he didn't say it. He speculated about the relationship between the church killer and the people who broke in here. Generally speaking, a serial killer couldn't have a group of people. Most of them were one or two working together.

Did the Gestapo chase the church killer here? Why did the church killer come here?

During this period, Charles also considered that the church killer might be Erik, but soon he denied his guess. Although Erik was usually a bastard, he wasn't such a bastard that his wife was about to give birth and he still had time to go out and engage in serial murder cases.

Erik didn't have the conditions to attract the Gestapo, because he escaped from a concentration camp in Poland. People in Berlin didn't know him. He could live here, which proved that he had completely gotten rid of the pursuers.

The clippings on the wall weren't pasted by him, and the cigarette ash in the ashtray probably wasn't flicked by him either. That proved that there was another adult in this house besides Magda and Erik.

Who would it be?

There was no need for too much deep thinking. Charles also knew that the only person who had the motive to appear here was the doctor who delivered Magda. It was this doctor who was watching the church killer.

Erik said that two groups of people came to the door, one of which was definitely the Gestapo. This group of people was becoming increasingly crazy in Berlin in this era, and even Charles, who was far away in the UK, had heard of it. Only they would break into residential houses like this.

What about the other group of people?

Charles couldn't think of a result for the time being, so he had to walk back to sit opposite Erik. Now he had thrown the short video behind his head and just wanted to know what was going on.

"What exactly happened at that time?" Charles couldn't help asking. He saw that Erik's expression was somewhat detached.

A woman's pale hand was clutching the flower stem tightly, and the splashed blood soaked the newly dried petals. Shiler was suturing attentively, and at his feet were seven corpses.

The bodies were complete. On the surface, there were no wounds, but the completely broken internal organs were vomited out from their mouths, mixed into the blood, like a blood-colored feast.

Erik, whose face was somewhat pale, stood by the door, staring at Shiler, while Shiler turned a blind eye. He was skillfully suturing while saying, "They might be coming for me, but the reason must be different from what you imagine."

Erik seemed to have calmed down a bit. He stepped over a corpse and stood beside Shiler, saying, "How is Magda?"

"The incision isn't very long. Except for losing a bit too much blood, everything is fine. However, I'm afraid she needs to go to the hospital for a blood transfusion immediately. If you hadn't broken the eavesdropping device, we could have contacted people who could do all this with higher efficiency."

Erik frowned deeply.

"I killed a scientist named Artur because he was the only person who could figure out whether Hydra retained atomic bomb-related technology. Another group of people who wanted to stop Hydra had been watching me. They are natural allies."

"As for these people who rushed in today." Shiler's tone was accompanied by a slight sigh, "People who want to stop Hydra will watch me for this reason, and Hydra will of course too, but I didn't expect them to find me so quickly, and they brought a group of reckless idiots."

Erik looked at the corpses with swastika patterns on their epaulets, unable to distinguish which were Gestapo and which were Hydra, and Shiler seemed to hear what he was thinking.

"They don't distinguish between each other, or it can be said that the current Hydra doesn't distinguish between each other with the whole of Berlin. Anyone you see could be Hydra."

"What should we do next?"

"I need you to do me a favor." Shiler knocked on the ground with a tool and said, "You will know soon."

"Can I go down and take a look?" Charles stood at the entrance of the basement passage again, looking into it with some curiosity, but there was a corner in the stairs, so he couldn't see the specific situation in the basement.

"I suggest you don't go." Erik said.

Charles seemed to realize something, stepped back two steps, looked at Erik, and said, "How did you handle those seven corpses?"