The camera cuts to Colonel Jinnu, where Weitling and Cheng Ruifang are sitting in the gatehouse at the school gate, guarding thousands of women and children behind them. Cheng Ruifang said with a sad expression: "I don't understand why God let us Chinese suffer these atrocities? What did we do wrong?"

Weitling sighed and said, "God does things his own way, it's just that we don't understand. ”

At this moment, the night watchman who was patrolling the school ran over and shouted, "Miss Hua!

Wei Tling asked Cheng Ruifang to stay at the door and ran to the teaching staff building by herself. Before she could enter the building, she heard the screams of a woman.

The camera cuts to the headquarters of the International Committee, where there is chaos inside, and the heads of the various refugee camps are reporting to the International Committee about the victimization: seven Dongying soldiers broke into the library building of Jinling University and dragged away seven women, three of whom were raped on the spot. The Dongying soldiers broke into the home of a Chinese resident on Hankou Road, raped a young woman, and forcibly dragged three women, two of whom were shot dead by the Dongying soldiers whose husbands chased after them......

At this time, Weitling completely lost his gentle appearance, like an angry lion, and said loudly to Rabe: "Last night, Dongying soldiers broke into our school three times, and two girls were raped! They are a bunch of brutes!

Rabe was already anxious, but he still comforted: "Minnie, we have accepted your report, and we will compile this information into a protest letter as soon as possible and submit it to the Japanese side." ”

The camera cuts to the Dongying Consulate General in Nanjing, where Rabe hands over a letter of protest to the diplomat Akutoshi Fukuda. Fukuda was very polite to Rabe, but he said: "The military people are going to make a mess of the situation in the city, and our embassy has been trying to avoid this, but we can't stop them!"

There was silence on the campus of Kim Girls' University, and the refugees were having dinner. There was a sudden commotion at the gate, and a child rushed over and shouted, "Miss Hua! Miss Hua!

Wei Tling put down the bowl and ran to the school gate, followed by Li Hongnian, the administrative assistant. The screams of women and children echoed through the schoolyard. The three soldiers slammed the door in the central building, and Weitling hurried over. A soldier said in stiff Chinese, "Open the door." Weitling said, "I don't have the key!" and a Dongying soldier said, "There are Chinese soldiers inside, Dongying's enemies." "There are no soldiers, only women and children. ”

The Dongying soldier immediately slapped Wei Tling, and the other two Dongying soldiers first slapped Li Hongnian, and then punched and kicked him, one of them smirked as he played, as if he was playing a game. Immediately afterwards, a Dongying soldier raised his rifle and pointed a bayonet at Li Hongnian's throat: "Open the door!"

"Stop, stop!" said Weitling, "you can enter through another door." She pointed to the side of the building and led them up the side door. Li Hongnian was beaten and his face was covered in blood, but he still followed closely.

What was surprising was that the three Dongying soldiers entered the building, just checked a few rooms very casually, and the search was over. When he walked out of the side door, Weitling saw two other Dongying soldiers pulling three Chinese over, and all three of them had their hands tied behind their backs, and immediately rushed up and said, "They are not soldiers." ”

One of the Dongying soldiers pointed his bayonet at Weitling: "Chinese soldiers, enemies of Dongying." ”

Weitling retorted, "No, they are workers and gardeners. ”

But the defense was useless, and the Dongying soldiers still pulled the people away. The three Dongying soldiers motioned for Weitling to follow. Weitling and the others could only follow them towards the door. Outside the gate, there was a group of Chinese kneeling, Chen Feiran and Wang Yaoting inside. Two squads of Dongying soldiers stood around, rifles in hand. Three Dongying soldiers stepped forward, grabbed Wei Tling and Li Hongnian, dragged them into the crowd, and forced them to kneel. Soon Cheng Ruifang, Mary Twinham, and many more faculty and staff were escorted here and ordered to kneel on the ground.

One of the sergeants asked, "Who's in charge here?"

Weitling stood up: "I'm in charge. ”

The sergeant asked Weitling to recognize the employee from the crowd. She called a few people by name and told the sergeant what they did. She hesitated as she continued to point out, unable to remember all the names, especially the temporary workers she had just hired. Weitling stopped in front of a young hire-worker, unable to remember his name. Chen Feiran opened his mouth and wanted to help Wei Tling, but Dongying soldiers immediately rushed over and punched and kicked Chen Feiran, making his face covered in blood.

Just then, a jeep drove up and stopped on the side of the road. Three Americans jumped out of the car, Smythe, Feige, and Mills. The soldiers immediately surrounded them and searched them for pistols. After the search, Feige said in German: "We are missionaries. The sergeant did not respond, and Ben Feige switched to French: "We are all Americans." The sergeant nodded, "Yes, I know." But you must get out of here!"

With a wave of his hand, the sergeant rushed up and pushed the three Americans into the jeep, grabbing Weitling and Mary Twinham by the arms and pushing them into the car. Weitling struggled and shouted, "Damn! This is my home! I'm not going anywhere!"

Mary Twinham clutched the tailgate and refused to get into the car: "You bastards!

Feige spoke Weitling aloud to the sergeant, who ordered the three foreign men to leave immediately. With the rifle aimed, the Fitch got into the jeep and slowly drove away.

As soon as the jeep disappeared, the crying of a woman and the screaming of a covered mouth suddenly came from inside the school. Through the gate, the audience saw Dongying soldiers driving a group of girls towards the side door of the school. Almost everyone understood that it was a ruse by the Dongying people, who trapped Weitling and them at the front door, pretending to censor and hunt down the Chinese soldiers, while the others picked the girls in the building.

Dead leaves rattled, the bitter north wind whined, and the miserable cries of the captured women echoed in the air. Weitling could not hold back her tears, clasped her hands together, and whispered, "O merciful God, do you see, why can't you lower your wrath?"

The audience sobbed in front of the screen, especially the Chinese and Chinese journalists, who couldn't control their tears. Even Ang Lee couldn't control his emotions and couldn't help but burst into tears. Jia Zhangke didn't want to cry, so he bit his lip tightly, but his shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Weitling's words reminded Scorsese of the question posed by post-World War II thinkers: How could people still talk about God after Auschwitz?

The camera cuts to the burned-out Ministry of Communications building opposite the Ministry of Military Affairs, and there is a small hill in front of which a dug air-raid shelter has been dug. At this time, Rabe looked at the bomb shelter in amazement, and at the mouth of the cave lay many corpses with thousands of holes, apparently killed by machine gun fire. John Magee secretly filmed with a 16mm camera, and Smith next to him told him to be careful, if he was seen by the Dongying people, he would have to kill him.

The camera cuts to a pond not far from the International Committee, where dozens of corpses, mostly with their hands tied behind their backs, some of them with stones around their necks. Apparently the Chinese soldiers after the execution were thrown into the pond by the Japanese army. Rabe looked at the pond full of corpses and muttered, "Look at all this, God!"

The camera panned to the sky, the sky was blue overhead, and the sun was spraying warm light, but the audience did not feel warm, only a chill through the bones. This shot seems to tell everyone that in the city of Nanjing in 1937, God or God did not exist.

The camera pans down and the time goes back to 1995 in New York, Harper-Collins. Zhang Chunru walks into the office of editor Susan Rabina. Susan Rabina saw Chunru Zhang and was very happy to tell her that McDurg, the author of Pulitzer Prize-winning Heaven and Earth, was willing to write a book cover recommendation when Chunru Chang's Biography of Qian Xuesen was published.

Zhang Chunru cheered like a child when he heard the news, and then asked about the specific situation. However, she quickly calmed down and said solemnly: "Susan, if the publisher agrees, I would like to publish a book at my own expense, a book that is important to my people." ”

Susan Rabina was a little surprised, and didn't understand why Zhang Chunru published the book at her own expense: "We won't do this, we don't need your money." Either we endorse and publish the book, or we don't publish it at all. Now tell me about this book!"

Zhang Chunru briefly introduced Susan Rabina to the Nanjing Massacre, describing the photographs she saw at the photo exhibition, as well as the materials she had collected at the National Archives and the Yale University Library.

Susan Rabina was very surprised: "It's incredible, I've never heard of this, how can it be that no scholar has written about such a huge and heavy subject?"

Zhang Chunru smiled bitterly: "HarperCollins specializes in publishing academic works, you are an expert in this area, even you have never heard of the Nanjing Massacre, let alone ordinary people." That's why I set out to write this book. Zhang Chunru took a deep breath: "Recently, I have been wondering, why do everyone know about Auschwitz concentration camp and the millions of Jews who were slaughtered, but they don't know about the atrocities committed by the Japanese army in Nanjing during World War II? But no matter what, I have the responsibility to let all the people in the world know what happened in Nanjing in 1937." ”

Susan Rabina nodded slightly, "It's really strange, why did this thing disappear from the history books? What made it disappear? It's a very interesting topic, you write me a book topic plan." ”

The camera cuts to the party scene, Zhang Chunru is wearing a beautiful dress, chatting happily with a group of Chinese. Ding Yuan introduced a woman to Ms. Zhang: "This is Tang Meiru, an independent filmmaker who made a documentary about the Nanjing Massacre last year, "In the Name of the Emperor," and she went to Nanjing to interview survivors. ”

When Zhang Chunru heard this, he immediately asked, "You went to Nanjing to interview the survivors, how are they doing?"

Tang Meiru, who was originally smiling, suddenly became serious when she heard this: "When I went to Nanjing in August last year, a historian gave me a list of contacts for the interview. I interviewed 4 survivors, most of whom were reluctant to be interviewed. They live in terrible places, they don't even have money to buy medicine!"

Speaking of this, Tang Meiru was a little angry: "And those Dongying veterans live in beautiful houses, with beautiful artworks and furniture, as well as gardens. They received huge subsidies from the Toei military. These people are criminals, and the victims continue to suffer for their crimes!"

Zhang Chunru was slightly stunned, and then said: "I plan to go to Nanjing to collect information and interview some survivors of the massacre, but I don't know anyone in China, can you help me?"

Tang Meiru immediately said: "Of course, I think it's not just me, many people are willing to help you in this matter." ”