Harper Collins Press, Chunru Zhang and editor Susan Rabina are talking. Susan Rabina excitedly told Zhang Chunru: "Shao Ziping said at the press conference that it was you who discovered Rabe's Diary when you were collecting materials for the book on the Nanjing Massacre, and now the whole world knows that you are writing a book about the Nanjing Massacre, which is the best publicity for this book." ”

Zhang Chunru also laughed: "But now I feel so stressed, afraid that I will live up to people's expectations." Susan, have you read my manuscript? What do you think?"

Susan Rabina nodded, looked at Zhang Chunru and said, "Not particularly satisfied, some places are written in great detail, while others are too simple, and the whole story is told without passion." ”

Zhang Chunru was stunned, and then nodded slowly: "My parents also said the same thing after reading it, I feel that I have too much material in my hands, and the narrative itself has been weakened." After seeing too many atrocities, I already feel numb and the narrative is starting to become cookie-cutter. When a writer loses his sensitivity, it is impossible to write touching words. ”

Susan Rabina smiled: "It's good that you realize that. The publisher wants the book to be published on the 60th anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre to attract attention from the outside world, so you have enough time to revise it, and I'm sure you can change it. ”

The camera cuts to the study, where there is a pile of letters on the desk, and Zhang Chunru sits at the desk reading the letters. Zhang Chunru smiled and put down the letter in his hand and picked up another one. It's just that as soon as she picked up the envelope, she felt that something was wrong, her face changed slightly, she opened the envelope, and the mouth was pointing down, and a yellow-orange-orange bullet fell on the desk with a "click".

Zhang Chunru was frightened, and his body trembled slightly. The hearts of the audience in front of the screen also tightened instantly, and they couldn't help but worry about Zhang Chunru. Zhang Chunru's face was pale, staring at the bullet for a few seconds, picking up the letter in the envelope and slowly opening it. The letterhead was written in blood-red letters: "The Nanjing Massacre is a forgery, you lying woman deserve to die!"

Zhang Chunru was enraged by this sentence, crumpled the letter paper into a ball, and threw it in the wastebasket. She picked up the bullet, held it in her palm, gritted her teeth, and said, "I will never be intimidated by your threat!"

The camera cuts to a movie theater where John Magee's documentary on the Nanjing Massacre is playing. Suddenly, the lights in the screening room came on, and two Gestapo in white lapel and black uniforms walked in. One of them shouted: "Who is Johann Rabe?" Rabe was obviously a little nervous, and no one in Germany was not afraid of the Gestapo, he stepped forward and said: "I'm Johann Rabe, is there anything wrong?" and the Gestapo said, "Come with us." With that, the two Gestapo took Rabe out of the cinema, got him in the car and pulled him away.

Rabe was taken by the Gestapo to the police headquarters on rue de Albrecht, where he was interrogated in secret for several hours. They made him sit in front of the white wall, endure all kinds of torture, and be forced to answer all kinds of inexplicable questions. They told Rabe that the speeches he had made in the documentary were "endangering national interests," "an attempt to change Germany's foreign policy," and "tarnish the image of Germany's ally, Japan."

A few hours later, Carl Friedrich of Siemens vouched for Rabe and assured that Rabe would no longer speak publicly about the atrocities of the Japanese. In this way, Rabe was released. On leaving, the Gestapo was again warned that Rabe was not allowed to speak, talk or write about the atrocities in Nanking, and more importantly not to hand over John Magee's film to anyone to see.

The camera cuts to the city of Nanjing, where Wei Tling and Cheng Ruifang are walking on the street, and the shops around are hung with Dongying flags. Two seven or eight-year-old children were playing in the street, and as Weitling passed by, a boy shouted at Weitling, "Foreign devils!" and another boy said to his companion, "Why do you call her that? She is Miss Hua." ”

The boy looked at Weitling carefully and turned to his companion, "You mean, she's a female bodhisattva?" So the two little boys shouted together, "Miss Hua, Female Bodhisattva!" and Weitling said to the two children, "Shhh

Weitling and Cheng Ruifang went to the building of the Church Hospital, where they met a deranged woman on the second floor. The woman was in her early twenties, scrawny, with hollow eyes and unkempt hair. Cheng Ruifang asked the nurse, "What's her name?"

The nurse said: "She was confused for a while, sober for a while, and every time she asked her, she said a different name. But when she goes crazy, she will shout, Miss Hua, help! Miss Hua, help! I think she must know Miss Hua!"

Weitling stared at the girl and said in surprise, "It's Meiru, it's one of the twenty-one girls that the Dongying people took in the name of a prostitute on December 24th." ”

Cheng Ruifang also hurriedly stared at the girl and came to the same conclusion: "It's beautiful." She used to be a very smart and likable girl, but she didn't expect it to become like this!

"What a poor child!" Weitling's eyes turned red, and she asked the nurse next to her, "How is she?"

The nurse shook her head and said, "She's half-crazy, sometimes sober, sometimes confused." ”

Wei Tling took out a handkerchief, wiped the ashes on Meiru's face, and said softly: "Meiru, do you still know me? Your sister Meixin has been waiting for you, crying to find her sister." Come with us now, we'll take you home and take you to see my sister Meixin. ”

Hearing this, a glimmer of light lit up in Meiru's hollow eyes, and a line of tears slid down her cheeks. She asked in a dry voice, "Miss Hua, how is Meixin?"

With a click, the door opened, and Rabe led a beautiful Chinese girl with two braids into the living room. The reporters present were taken aback when they saw the girl, especially the Chinese reporters, hey, this is not Liu Yifei, I didn't expect her to also participate in this movie, what role is she playing?

After Rabe brought the girl into the living room, he happily introduced to his family that the girl's name was He Zehui, a Chinese student, due to the outbreak of the European war, all the ships from Europe to Asia were suspended, and she had to stay in Germany to participate in the research of magnetic materials in the weak current laboratory of Siemens in Germany. He Zehui was the first Chinese Rabe to see after returning to Siemens headquarters, so he invited He Zehui to his home as a guest.

Rabe's family is very warm to He Zehui, especially Rabe's granddaughter Ursula Reinhardt, the little girl grew up in China, and she felt very kind when she saw He Zehui, pulling her to chatter non-stop.

The camera cuts to Rabe's study, where Rabe tells He Zehui that he plans to sort out his diary from 1937 to 1938 and name it "The Bombing of Nanjing". Rabe showed the photos of the Nanjing Massacre to He Zehui, told her about the tragedy of the Nanjing Massacre, and cursed the Japanese army for exterminating humanity.

He Zehui held the copies of those black-and-white photos in his hand, looked at the tragic situation of his compatriots in the photos, and couldn't help crying bitterly.

The audience was very moved, and the Gestapo threatened Rabe not to write anything about the Nanjing Massacre, but Rabe was still secretly sorting out his diary. If the Gestapo had known, then Rabe would have been in big trouble.

Li An asked Jia Zhangke next to him in a low voice: "Who is He Zehui?"

Jia Zhangke explained softly: "An academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is also Qian Sanqiang's wife. In the tech world, people call her Mr. Ho. The old lady is usually very low-key and rarely gives interviews to outside media, but after learning of the existence of "Rabe's Diary" in 1996, the old lady stepped forward and confirmed at a press conference that she had read "Rabe's Diary" while studying in Germany. ”

Camera cut, a pitch-black room. From the light coming through the window, it was clear that it was a bedroom with a person lying on the bed. Suddenly, the person on the bed sat up and gasped for air. In the close-up shot, Zhang Chunru was sweating profusely, his face was full of fear, his lips trembled slightly, and he kept panting.

Zhang Chunru sat for a while, got up from the bed, picked up a comb and combed her hair. It was only under this comb that she was horrified to find that the comb had combed a large handful of hair. She stared at the hair on the comb for several seconds, shocked and pained, and she ripped it off the comb, curled it up and threw it in the trash.

After Zhang Chunru finished washing, he came to the desk with a haggard face and continued to read the materials of the Nanjing Massacre.

The phone rang, and Zhang Chunru, who was haggard, answered the phone. On the phone, her mother Zhang Yingying said: "Chunru, your state doesn't sound very good, you should rest more." Are you really sure that you still want to write the book about the Nanjing Massacre in this state?"

When Zhang Chunru heard her mother say this, she forcibly cheered up and comforted: "My mother who is fine just didn't sleep well at night." I had to write this book, even if it was really bad. Look at the survivors, who have suffered so much and are still living in poverty and misery, and I must bring those atrocities to the light and get justice for them. Compared to what happened to them, my hard work was not worth mentioning. ”

The camera cuts to Harper Collins Press, Susan Rabina's office. Susan Rabina smiled and said, "Pure, this manuscript is excellent, and after reading it, I was deeply moved by your passion, which was not in the first draft." In particular, the chapter on 'The Second Massacre' makes it clear how Japanese right-wing organizations deliberately concealed the truth of the massacre from Japan and the world. Speaking of this, Susan Rabina said worriedly: "I heard that you have received bullets from the right-wing of the Toei, and after the publication of this book, you will become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the Japanese right-wing organization, you must be careful." ”

Zhang Chunru shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "I'm not afraid of them, sending me bullets is actually intimidating me and trying to prevent this book from coming out." When the book was released, I was safe. If they really killed me, they would only let more people know about the Nanjing Massacre and let more people know the truth. They don't dare. ”

In the lecture hall of the City Hall of Mountain View, Zhang Chunru stood on the stage and gave a speech. The audience was packed, and some even stood in the doorway or by the wall. After the speech, Zhang Chunru was surrounded by the crowd. A large crowd of journalists, activists, World War II veterans and interested readers, both Asian and white, flocked to congratulate Mr. Zhang.

Susan Rabina squeezed through the crowd and congratulated Zhang Chunru with a smile: "Chunru, your speech is amazing!"

Zhang Chunru said in surprise: "Susan, why are you here?"

Susan Rabina let out a hearty laugh: "I'm coming over to tell you good news. HarperCollins sold "The Nanjing Massacre," the first media reprint of the book, to Newsweek, and excerpts will appear in the November issue. ”

When Zhang Chunru heard this, he immediately cheered loudly: "Really, that's great!"

The audience also laughed, because Newsweek, a magazine with a big global sales star, published a book excerpt from "The Nanjing Massacre" on it, which will have an important impact on the sales of Zhang Chunru's book.