Fang Zheng wiped his nose and said with a wry smile: "What do I use for this signature?" ”

"It's useful, I'm your fan, watching you help so many people, my heart warms. Hurry up and sign it, if you don't sign it, I'll take you back to the police station, let's record a statement, and you have to sign it then. The police joked.

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded and obediently signed the police.

After the incident, the police wanted to take a photo with him, and Fang Zheng did not refuse. The police comrade immediately asked a passer-by to help take a group photo.

The policeman seemed to stand back a little out of the other party's liking, with his head held high and a serious face, showing the majesty of the police.

And Fang Zheng is different, he is so big or the first time he took a photo with the police, wiping his nose, standing there a little nervously, subconsciously putting his hands crossed in front of him.

Passers-by clicked and filmed the scene, then returned the phone to the police with a weird smile.

Then the policeman said goodbye to Fang Zheng with a smile, and left a phone call before leaving, saying: "Fang Zheng hosts, if there is anything, call me at any time." ”

With that, the police brother ran over and took the robber away.

However, the confused robber still hasn't figured out the situation, and screams: "Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu is a good man again!"

Fang Zheng looked at the other party, and didn't know whether to be angry or funny, so he shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.

Fang Zheng knew one thing, this man was definitely not his mission target, but he was not in a hurry, anyway, he came out to avoid the limelight, there was no need to rush back, turn slowly.

As he walked, Fang Zheng saw a sign that read: "Purple Mountain Day Trip." ”

Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up, he finally knew where he was, this was in NJ! But then, Fang Zheng's heart also sank slightly, and he didn't know how in his mind, he thought of Liu Fangfang back then, and remembered the song sung in the tune of crying graves: "Ninety-one-eight, ninety-one-eight......"

"NJ, ah...... The pain in the hearts of all Chinese people, Amitabha, since he is here, he must remember those ancestors no matter what. Thinking of this, Fang Zheng sighed, and asked someone to inquire about the location of the "Memorial Hall of the Nanjing Massacre of the Japanese Invasion of China" [out of respect, no abbreviation here].

As a result, Fang Zheng found that he was not far from the Memorial Hall of the Nanjing Massacre of the Japanese Invasion of China, and he was just two corners away.

Fang Zheng was relieved when he heard that there was no need to toss, and according to the guidance of passers-by, he quickly found the Memorial Hall of the Nanjing Massacre of the Japanese Invasion of China. The memorial hall is free to enter, and Fang Zheng saw that although it is not a holiday, there are still many people here.

Whether it is an adult or a child, no matter what they are doing, or how happy they are, when they pass by here, they will subconsciously put away their smiles and walk by with a solemn face, as if at that moment, all the happiness is gone, and there is only endless depression and grief in their hearts.

"Let's come here, let me introduce to you, this is the new exhibition hall of the memorial hall, his overall design shape is "Peace Boat", which is a high bow shape rising from the ground, from the side, it looks like a broken saber stuck in the loess, if you are lucky enough to look down from the sky, he is a façade that turns a sword into a plow...... At this time, a group of tourists came and the tour guide who walked in front explained while walking.

When Fang Zheng heard this, he shook his head slightly, no matter how he looked at this memorial hall, it was like a huge grave mountain! It was the burial ground of countless people, and it was the desolation of countless souls crying out......

There are many stone carvings outside the venue, the mother who lost her husband and child, was raped, held the dead son in her hand, and looked up to the sky and lamented; The old man who crawls on his knees, with an instinct for survival; A young man who holds his deceased wife and bows forward; panicked and scattered children; An old woman with a baby wrapped on her shoulder; a young man who is struggling to move forward with his dead father on his back; The elderly who have no skin and are in pain; a disheveled, glazed-eyed girl; Sucking the baby of the dead mother** and other 8 bronze statues.

Fang Zheng looked at this stone sculpture, as if he suddenly pulled him back to that dark and bloody era, he seemed to hear the mother holding the dead child in her arms, looking up and screaming silently, as if across time and space, Fang Zheng could hear the heart-rending but powerless shout: "Who will save my child......"

It was as if I saw the baby sucking on the mother's chest blankly, but I didn't know that the mother was dead and was about to face unknown dangers......

Fang Zheng looked up at the statue, the corners of his eyes were moistened subconsciously, his hands were folded, and the endless sadness in his heart finally turned into one sentence: "Amitabha." ”

Later, Fang Zheng followed the group of tourists inside, the venue is free and anyone can enter, but lighters are not allowed. Fang Zheng saw some unsuspecting tourists and took the initiative to hand over the lighters......

Fortunately, Fangzheng doesn't smoke, just follow along.

As soon as I looked up, I looked at the big characters carved on the dark stone tablet in different languages: Victims, 300,000 people!

Fangzheng's heart was depressed again......

Through the wide small square of the main entrance, there is a ruined monument standing in the middle of nowhere, a struggling and twisted bronze head and an arm half-sunk in the cobblestones, and the stone wall on the front of the memorial hall is prominently written, "1937.12.13-1938.1".

At that moment, Fang Zheng remembered this time, and everything in front of him seemed to return to that era......

Entering the museum, on the front wall is a brief introduction to the Nanjing Massacre engraved in Chinese, English and Japanese characters, including "28 cases of collective massacres in Japan, 150,000 people were slaughtered, 858 cases of scattered massacres, and the death toll reached 150,000......"

Behind them are real pictures, collapsed houses, fleeing crowds, helpless children, flooding, burning, machine-gun fire, head-cutting contests, corpses all over the ground, and hideous executioners......

Fang Zheng didn't know how to get through, all he had in his mind was a dull patch, and a shout from that time and space, his heart was dripping blood, and his tears never stopped......

In the end, Fang Zheng stopped in front of a mass grave, and looking at the white bones all over the ground, he was silent and motionless.

Vaguely, Fang Zheng seemed to see countless fragments of time and space, and seemed to see countless unjust souls complaining...... Fang Zheng knew that this was true, because if there was a soul, then they would definitely be so.

This stop is a day, Fang Zheng forgot the time, just folded his hands and watched silently in a daze......

There are fewer and fewer people in the exhibition hall, and I don't know when it is, and there are basically no people in the exhibition hall. Or maybe there is, but it's all scattered......

At this moment, several sneaky voices sounded: "Sakata-kun, there are not many people left, let's start fighting." ”