The delicious food diluted Zhou Min's sadness. After eating, the four of them bought the necessary materials at the market, oil, salt, tea, and some cloth, in short, the four of them bought a lot of things.

It was at this moment that Zhou Min saw two officers in Japanese military uniforms, and it was the first time she had seen the Japanese up close.

The two Japanese in military uniforms were very short, only about 1.7 meters, and the average Chinese man was 5 to 10 centimeters shorter. Their legs had some looped legs, and two of them had command knives hanging from their waists, and there was a pinch of yellow tassels under the command knives. They were dressed in yellow tweed clothes and looked of good quality, and the two walked into a photo studio with a smile and a smile. Their spirit looks very good, much stronger than the numb Chinese around them, maybe this is the expression of victory of the invaders.

"Damn the Japanese devils will drive you out of China sooner or later. Huzi cursed in a low voice.

Watching the two Japanese officers walk into the photo studio, Zhou Min thought to himself, I should also take a photo when I came to this world.

So, Zhou Min said to the others: "This time I have the opportunity to go to the city, I don't know when the next time will be? Let's take a photo as a souvenir! When the Anti-Japanese War is won, this is also a kind of commemoration." ＂

Zhou Min's idea was unanimously agreed by everyone, and they walked down the street for a while, and after seeing two Japanese officers walking out of the photo studio, they also came to the photo studio.

"The shopkeeper is taking a picture of the four of us, and he's taking a separate photo of each of us. Sister Zhang said.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll come right away, you all sit on the stools first. ＂

The four of them sat side by side on a wooden stool, Zhou Min looked at the surrounding environment, the light in the room was very dim, and behind the four of them was some dusty cloth that looked like it should be the background. There is a small door in the corner of the room that looks dark inside, and it should be a darkroom where photos are washed. The wall on the left is plastered with photos of adults, children, the elderly, landscapes, and some group photos.

At this moment, a man came in front of them, this person was wearing a gray gown, a pair of leather shoes, short hair, glasses, and looked somewhat elegant. He held a camera with a wooden handle on it, and a white thing on it that looked like a spoon, probably for exposure, and a long strap attached to the camera, and the man said, "Look at me here, everybody." ＂

With a click, the silver light flashed, and the four of Zhou Min were frozen in the camera. They finished taking personal photos one after another.

Looking at the boss of the photo studio, Zhou Min suddenly wondered what the two Japanese officers were here to do, so he asked the boss, "Boss, may I ask, did those two Japanese officers also come to take pictures just now?"

"No, they came to wash the photos, and the two Japanese said that they had brought them back from the battlefield and that they needed to wash them. ＂

On the battlefield ahead, Zhou Min thought that these Japanese were so perverted, these photos should not be ordinary photos, they would not be photos of them killing Chinese on the battlefield ahead! Zhou Min asked again, "Boss, which unit are these two Japanese? In which battlefield did they come back?"

"They seem to have come back from the Nanjing battlefield in front, as if they are from the Sixth Division," the boss looked at Zhou Min suspiciously.

When Nanjing heard this word, Zhou Min's heart suddenly burst, Nanjing, they came back from Nanjing, could it be that the photos they want to wash are the photos of the Nanjing Massacre?

In December 1937, the Japanese captured Nanking and began a six-week campaign of atrocities. In Nanjing, the Japanese slaughtered more than 200,000 or even more than 300,000 Chinese civilians and prisoners of war, about 20,000 Chinese women were killed by the Japanese army, and one-third of the city of Nanjing was set on fire by the Japanese army.

In later generations, Japan did not even admit the atrocities they committed in Nanjing. Thinking of this, Zhou Min desperately wanted to know if the roll of film was a photo of the Nanjing Massacre, and if so, he must get it. This is too important for the Chinese, because it is important evidence that the Japanese have committed crimes.

"Boss, is this the first time they've come to wash photos?" Zhou Min asked eagerly.

"No, this is their second time, I was sorting out the first photo when you came just now, and I will be able to see it right away. The owner of the photo studio was very puzzled by Zhou Min's question, and did not understand why he cared about the photos of the two Japanese officers.

Not only was the owner of the photo studio puzzled, but Sister Zhang, Xiaoxue and Huzi didn't understand why Zhou Min asked these questions.

Looking at the puzzled people, Zhou Min said, "These two Japanese officers came back from the Nanjing battlefield. I suspect that their photos are related to the Nanjing Massacre. ＂

"The Nanjing Massacre," Xiaoxue cried out in a lost voice.

Several other people were also shocked. They looked at each other, and no one spoke. At this time, the owner of the photo studio was a little overwhelmed.

Sister Zhang said, "Shopkeeper, then you can bring those washed photos, let's see if they are the photos of the massacre?"

The owner of the photo studio wiped it, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, Okay, I'll go get it, after speaking, he got up and lifted his robe and stepped over the threshold of the room, stayed in the room for a while, and came out with a stack of photos.

His hands trembled a little, perhaps because he was worried that the photo in his hand was the photo of the Nanjing Massacre, if it was true, he still served the Japanese like this and helped them wash the photos, he was really a sinner of the country.

Everyone gathered around to look at the photo in the boss's hand, and Sister Zhang first opened one and saw that it was a photo of a Japanese officer cutting off the head of an ordinary boss with a bayonet. Everyone took a few more photos one after another, and each one was a photo of their murder, which was so tragic to witness. Every time I took a photo, the face of the photo studio owner turned white, and finally, he sat on the ground with a sweat.

He muttered to himself, "What did I do?"

Looking at his very self-reproachful expression, Zhou Min said, "Boss, this is evidence that the Japanese slaughtered the Chinese, and you can't return it to them." ＂

"Yes, this is evidence and must not be returned to the Japanese devils, but what if these two Japanese come to get the photos in a few days?" muttered the photo studio owner in frustration.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he looked at Zhou Min and the others. "Friends, I see if you can find the problem with these photos, you should not be ordinary people, or you should take these photos away and try to let them be exposed to the world so that the whole world knows about the crimes of the Japanese." ＂

Hearing the photo studio owner say this, Zhou Min and the others glanced at each other, Zhou Min looked at Sister Zhang, and then nodded slowly in agreement.

Sister Zhang also felt that the owner of the photo studio was not capable of protecting these photos, so it was better to take him away and take him to the base area. But she was a little worried about the owner of the photo studio, so she asked, "What should you do?" What should you do if these two Japanese come to get the photos in a few days and you can't get them? ＂

The owner of the photo studio wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and said, "I'll go back to my hometown for two days first!"