Hearing that there was no movement outside, Wei Ran slowly lifted the canvas above his head and took a look outside.

"What should I do?" Vanessa asked in a panicked voice.

"Shh-" Wei Ran lowered his voice, "It will get dark soon, we just need to wait patiently."

"Is Spear in danger?" Heidi asked in a low voice.

"I will help him in the evening." Wei Ran gave a difficult answer.

Meanwhile, at the top of the lighthouse, Spear was busy making room for Fogel.

"Are you a Jew?" Fogel, who was standing by the window, held up his binoculars and asked firmly while observing the situation on the beach.

"Yes...yes sir."

Spear answered cautiously, and at the same time couldn't help but secretly look at the other person's back.

This old man, who looked to be in his fifties, was wearing a straight black uniform, and on the belt around his waist was a metal flashlight that was nearly half a meter long.

There is also a cowhide holster in the corresponding position on the other side, which contains a Ruger P08 pistol that was slightly outdated for Germany at this time, but very symbolic.

In addition, Spear also noticed that there was a sheathed trench knife stuck in the old guy's boot.

There is no doubt that whether it is a gun or a knife, it is a huge threat to him-if he wants to deal with the successor who hinders his escape.

Of course, if Wei Ran were to observe this person at this time, the first thing he would probably notice would be the black oilskin hat on his head that Germany issued to the Home Commando members during World War I.

He could even conclude just from the fact that the hat had no badges and was exposed in many places that this old guy was definitely a veteran of World War I.

"What do we do now?"

As he spoke, Fogel put down his telescope, turned around and looked at Spear and asked, "Also, how will we settle our dinner?"

"In about 15 minutes, we should light the tower light. Before that, we need to fill it with kerosene."

As he spoke, Spear raised his finger and pointed at the setting sun outside the window, "Until tomorrow the rising sun dyes the sea level golden or the fog on the sea dissipates, we must always ensure that the tower light is lit, and every two hours, we must

The rotating mechanism of the tower light is manually wound once."

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Fogel asked while observing the lounge.

"If you hear an air raid siren sounding outside, turn off the tower lights as quickly as possible."

Spiel paused and added, "The lighthouse cannot be relit until the alarm is cleared."

"Where's dinner?" Fogel asked, nodding.

"I usually prepare dinner after lighting the tower lamp, and I will cook for a whole day at a time. Every morning, someone will deliver the ingredients. Occasionally I will go to the river to try to catch some fish, or go to the beach

Catch some crabs to improve your life."

Spear pointed to the coal stove placed against the wall not far away and continued, "The coal is stored in the room downstairs, and there is a bathtub there specially for coal. I will also move there later."

If you run out of coal, you can go to the oil depot outside to get it."

"Not bad, very good."

Fogel said with satisfaction, "Although you are a Jew, you are a conscientious lighthouse keeper. Spear, work hard. As long as you satisfy me, I will let you continue to work in this lighthouse."

"Thank you for your compliment, I will work hard."

Spear, who was holding his own bedding in his arms, thanked him sincerely, and then said apologetically, "Mr. Fogel, I'm afraid I have to refuel the tower lamp. In ten minutes at most, we should light the tower lamp."

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"Go ahead"

Fogel waved his hand casually, and after watching Spier leave, he also took off his greasy hat, then opened his suitcase and began to decorate his own room.

At the same time, after Spear casually threw his bedroll into the corner of the room downstairs, he immediately climbed to the top of the tower, took off the oil can and ran back to the first floor.

Looking up at the floor above, Spear unscrewed the cap of the oil drum and asked in a low voice while filling the oil can, "Do you have a watch?"

"Yes," Wei Ran, who had already heard the noise, answered.

"What time is it now?" As Spier spoke, he stopped what he was doing and took out his pocket watch and took a look.

"Seven fifty-two," Wei Ran, who was hiding in the shadows of the basement, replied in a low voice.

"At half past eleven"

Spear whispered, "If I don't go downstairs before then, you can knock on the wooden door on the first floor at 11:30. Remember to put on your diving suit in advance, and take out my diving suit by the way."

"Okay" Wei Ran responded simply, and then there was no movement at all.

At the same time, Spear took a deep breath, carried the oil can full of kerosene, and ran upstairs again.

"What is he going to do?" Heidi asked worriedly before the sound of Spear's footsteps disappeared.

"nothing"

Wei Ran, who had already guessed something, did not explain, "There are still more than three hours. You should sleep for a while. It will be very hard tonight."

As if she could tell that Wei Ran didn't want to explain too much, Heidi wisely didn't ask any more questions and sat down on the open bundle of canvas worriedly.

During the slightly long wait, the sky outside the lighthouse became darker and darker, and the appointed time got closer and closer, but Spear never came down.

At 11:20 in the night, Wei Ran, with the help of Heidi and Vanessa, carefully moved away the debris blocking the road.

At 25 minutes, he was the first to climb out and took out the diving suit prepared for Spear and placed it in the shadow of the oil drum.

"In five minutes, knock on the door."

Wei Ran, who was wearing a diving suit and flippers hanging from his waist, said as he handed the gold case pocket watch to Vanessa.

"What about you?" Vanessa asked nervously in a low voice as she took the pocket watch.

"I'll go up and have a look"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had fixed the breathing mask on his shoulders and quietly started to climb up the stairs.

Seeing this, Vanessa and Heidi looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and opened the case of the pocket watch, nervously staring at the beating hands on the dial.

These five long minutes were enough for Wei Ran to silently climb to the door of the room directly below the tower light.

Through the wooden door with light-transmitting edges, he could clearly hear Spear describing in French the scene when the British retreated from Dunkirk a few months ago, and showing off the things he picked up from Dunkirk.

Lunchbox and British Army kettle.

And the man named Fogel asked seemingly insignificant questions from time to time.

“Bang bang bang!”

At 11:30 in the night, a sudden knock on the door came from downstairs. Spear also said strangely, "Who would knock on the lighthouse door at this time?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked to the window and muttered at the same time, "It's not those idiots who want to escape again, is it?"

"Does anyone often knock on the door at this hour?"

While Fogel was speaking, he had already walked to the window, raised the telescope hanging around his neck and looked downstairs.

"There are always a few...poofs every month!"

Before Spier finished speaking, he had already stabbed the diving knife in his hand fiercely into Fogel's stomach.

"you..."

The expression on Fogel's face was stagnant. One hand grasped the wrist of Spear's knife-holding hand, and the other hand had already touched the holster on his waist. At the same time, he didn't see what happened.

Wei Ran also noticed that the door of this room had been locked from the inside.

Seeing that Fogel had opened the holster and pulled out the pistol, Spear looked panicked and subconsciously focused his attention on the pistol.

But just for such a moment of distraction, the World War I veteran seized the opportunity, pushed his knife-holding hand horizontally, and easily made a wound on Slpi's other arm.

.

"ah!"

Almost at the same time as he heard Spear's scream, Wei Ran had already opened the door, ran over quickly, and before Fogel stabbed the diving knife into Spear's neck, he stabbed him in the side ribs.

Pierced the liver.

Before the old guy could scream, Wei Ran had already pulled out his diving knife, covered his mouth, and then slashed his neck.

"Plop!"

Fogel's body fell limply to the ground. Wei Ran glanced at Spear's bleeding arm and asked, "Where is the medical kit?"

"Downstairs," Spear said with a grin, covering the wound on his arm, "in the wooden basin filled with coal."

"You go downstairs first"

As Wei Ran said this, he bent down and took away the flashlight from the waist of the still alive corpse, turned around and ran downstairs.

Without any effort at all, he easily found a British army lunch box filled with a British individual first aid kit after overturning the wooden basin containing coal downstairs.

Unfortunately, these first aid kits can only provide gauze bandages, styptic powder and only three analgesics.

"did you find it?"

As he spoke, Spier walked in with a Ruger P08 pistol, his face covered in blood. The blood on his face was sprayed on his face by the corpse that Wei Ran had just wiped his neck on.

"found it"
To be continued...