On the map of the world, an airplane flies from New York to Xiangjiang, and then the icon of the plane disappears, and the icon of the train appears on the screen, heading north, drawing a red trajectory on the map.

The map is stacked on top of the real picture, and the icon of the train is overlapped with the real train. The map and train icons faded away, and the real picture appeared in front of the audience's eyes, a roaring green train along the tracks, moving forward on the vast land.

The camera cuts to the inside of the train, where the carriages are crowded with passengers, and the electric fans on the walls are whirring, making the noisy carriages even more noisy. Zhang Chunru sat on the hard bed with her bag in her arms, looking very haggard and a little aggrieved, like a child who has been bullied.

The camera cuts to Nanjing Station, where the train moves into the frame from the left and then slowly stops. In the panorama, Zhang Chunru got off the train with his luggage in tow, curiously looking at everything around him. In the big panorama, Zhang Chunru was surrounded by people, and they walked forward along the platform. Zhang Chunru in the crowd looked a little lonely and helpless.

The camera cuts to outside the station, where Zhang Chunru stops a taxi on the side of the road, and then tells the driver in half-baked Chinese to go to the Xiyuan Hotel of Nanjing University. The car started slowly and then drove down the street through the city of Nanjing. The car stopped, Zhang Chunru opened the door and got out of the car.

The camera cuts to the corridor of the Xiyuan Hotel, a large panoramic view, Zhang Chunru drags his suitcase and walks slowly towards the camera. Just as Zhang Chunru walked in front of the camera and was about to pass by the camera, the camera rotated and aimed at Zhang Chunru's back. Zhang Chunru stopped in front of a door, opened the door with the key, and walked into the room. The camera cuts to the room, Zhang Chunru puts down his luggage and opens the curtains. She sat on the bed, exhaled heavily, and fell back onto the bed. The camera cuts to the window, and the sky is blue outside, and the sun is spraying fierce light.

There was a knock on the door, and Zhang Chunru, who was wearing a low-cut evening dress with big flowers, straightened her dress and opened the door. Three middle-aged men walked in, and they told Zhang Chunru that they were Yang Xiaming, Sun Zhaiwei, and Professor Wang Weixing, who would help Zhang Chunru on his trip to Nanjing.

The three professors asked Zhang Chunru, "Is Zhang Chunru there?" Zhang Chunru smiled and told them that I am Zhang Chunru. The three professors were very surprised, they thought that the "American writer" Zhang Chunru should be a middle-aged person, but they did not expect that it was a young girl, just like a college student! The three of them looked at each other, and there was a feeling that we were wasting our time.

Wang Weixing asked Zhang Chunru: "Why did you write this book?"

Zhang Chunru said very seriously: "The massacre of Jews is a household name all over the world, but in the United States and in the West, no one knows the facts of the Nanjing Massacre. As a descendant of Chinese, it is my responsibility to write about it. ”

The three professors were moved by these words, and the information brought by Zhang Chunru dispelled their distrust. Zhang Chunru brought a photocopy of "Weitling's Diary", which was the first time that the domestic academic community knew about the existence of "Weitling's Diary". She copied more than 1,000 pages of material in the United States library about the trials of the Far Eastern Military Tribunal, which had been lost in the country.

Zhang Chunru briefly described the purpose of his visit to Nanjing and put forward specific requirements: First, to interview the survivors of the Nanjing Massacre; second, to inspect the site of the massacre and the houses where foreigners lived; and third, to collect and translate Chinese archives.

The three professors made a division of labor, Wang Weixing collected and sorted out the information, Yang Xiaming served as the translator, and Sun Zhaiwei also found Duan Yueping, deputy director of the Memorial Hall of the Victims, who knew more about the addresses of the survivors, and she came forward to interview the survivors.

The camera cuts, Zhang Chunru is accompanied by Sun Zhaiwei, Duan Yueping and Yang Xiaming to the scene of the massacre that year. Zhang Chunru stood quietly in front of the monument to Rujiangmen, lost in thought, sweat soaking her hair and T-shirt, while the film scene dissolves the scene of the massacre, with Japanese machine guns blazing at the crowd, crowds of Chinese falling, wails echoing across the desolate riverbank......

Next, Zhang Chunru and the others went to Zhongshan Wharf, Coal Port, and Straw Shoes Gorge......

Everywhere Zhang Chunru went, he would stop and substitute himself for the situation when the massacre occurred; and the audience also saw how the Japanese army slaughtered the Chinese frantically through the superimposed pictures.

The camera cuts back to the Xiyuan Hotel, and it is already pitch black outside the window. Zhang Chunru stood in front of a 1937 map of Nanjing, staring at the map and marking it on the map: "10,000 people were killed at Jiangdongmen, 50,000 people were killed at Yanziya, 57,000 people were killed at Straw Shoe Gorge, 3,000 people were killed in Coal Lane, 9,000 people were in the torpedo camp, and 10,000 people were ......killed at Zhongshan Wharf."

Needless to say, the Chinese and Chinese reporters and spectators at the scene were stunned by the string of numbers. Zhang Chunru's voice was not loud, but the numbers she read out were like a hammer, striking on everyone's hearts, making the audience's hearts constrict into a ball and keep sinking.

Zhang Chunru walked to the table, sat on the chair, exhaled heavily, and then looked at the notebook in a daze.

The camera switched, and Zhang Chunru, accompanied by Yang Xiaming, walked into the Suiyuan Campus of Nanjing Normal University. Yang Xiaming told Zhang Chunru that the former site of the Golden Girl University is here, and those buildings are well preserved.

The campus of Nanjing Normal University is surrounded by trees, covering the sky and the sun, and it is full of classical buildings with cornices and cliffs, dotted among the green trees, full of Jiangnan flavor. The audience in front of the screen was surprised to see that the large lawn in the movie, as well as the Central Building, Science Building, Art Building and other buildings were intact. The old building stands quietly, as if it is silently telling everything about the past.

Zhang Chunru walked to the door of the art building and gently pushed the door open. At the moment when the door opened, the audience was slightly stunned, and Wei Tling and Cheng Ruifang, who were talking in the room, suddenly looked at the camera, as if they saw the audience in front of the screen. However, the audience reacted immediately, and the moment the door opened, the time returned to 1937.

The camera switched, and a little boy panted and said, "Miss Hua! Miss Hua! The devils are here! There are many of them! There may be hundreds of them! Go and take a look!"

When Weitling heard this, a sad look appeared on her face, and she hurried out of the building. Cheng Ruifang called the child who delivered the letter to him, told him to run to the central building and the dormitory buildings, and told the staff the news of the arrival of Dongying soldiers. They were asked to make sure that the young women and girls did not show their faces and did not make noise. The boy went at once. Cheng Ruifang also walked in the building and quickly chased after Weitling.

Soon after Weitling walked out of the building, he saw a Nakazo leading a group of Dongying soldiers to arrive. Weitling let them into the office and asked the servant to pour tea. Cheng Ruifang looked through the window, and there were more than 100 Dongying soldiers on the campus, and whispered to Wei Tling: "There are a lot of their people on campus now. ”

As soon as these soldiers sat down, the fat-faced Nakasa introduced himself as the deputy director of the logistics department of the Sixth Division commanded by Gu Shoufu. Nakasa said that they needed Weitling's cooperation. The translator, a fat man in his forties, helped him translate, and the other three officers drank tea. "If your request is reasonable, I'm willing to help you." ”

Nakasa snorted and continued, "We intend to enforce discipline among the soldiers. Since the capture of Nanjing, our troops have become less disciplined for a short period of time, mainly because the Imperial Army lost many of its brothers in the battle of Purple Mountain, so it was unable to control the action of revenge. Now that they have calmed down, it is time to establish order and bring peace to the city. We're going to get back to the entertainment industry, so we need some women. ”

As soon as the interpreter finished translating his words, Weitling said firmly, "We don't have that kind of woman here. ”

"According to our information, there are some prostitutes in your camp. "We're here to recruit them and give them licenses, so they can entertain men and earn money to support themselves. ”

"I didn't find any prostitutes among the refugees. ”

"We can easily recognize them, so you don't have to worry about that. Besides, don't you think this is the most effective way to protect a woman of a good family like this one?" Nakasa looked at Weitling and said in a threatening tone, "Our soldiers are young and strong, and they need a woman to help them relax. Without women, it would be difficult for us to keep you safe. ”

After translating Nakasa's words, the swollen-eyed interpreter paused, looked at Weitling, and said, "Miss Weitling, this is an order, and arguing is futile. ”

Wei Tling didn't know what to do, could the people of Dongying really see the difference between prostitutes and women from good families? What if they chose the wrong person? And they might deliberately choose beautiful girls from good families! Wei Tling looked at Cheng Ruifang inquiringly, but Cheng Ruifang didn't speak, and she didn't know what to do.

Weitling hesitated for a moment, then said with difficulty, "I don't know how you can tell who used to do that kind of work. ”

When Nakazo heard this, he knew that Wei Tling had relented, and let out a smug laugh: "Don't worry about that. We have a lot of experience in this area and can see that they are very accurate. ”

"However, I have one condition, those women must voluntarily return to their old jobs. ”

Nakasa smiled: "Of course, in addition to that, they can also get a good pay. ”

Weitling sighed and said, "If that's the case, you can find them." ”

Suddenly, there was a scream from outside, and then shouts rang out everywhere. Weitling and the audience realized that while they were talking, the Toying soldiers had already broken into the campus to arrest people!

Weitling stood up, walked briskly to the window, and looked out. The Dongying soldiers outside were dragging away some young girls, and those who were dragged away were all in good shape and relatively beautiful. Many girls were crying, shouting for help, desperately trying to break free, but two or three Dongying soldiers dragged them, and they couldn't break free at all.

A delicate-looking girl hugged the front legs of the stone lion in front of the art building, screaming and refusing to let go. One of the soldiers punched her twice in the stomach, knocking her out of the way, and then dragging him away. A little girl with two brushes and braids chased after them, shouting "Sister, sister," but two older women held her back. The audience recognized the girl as Meilan, and the little girl as her sister Meiru.

Trembling all over, Weitling turned around and shouted at Nakazo, "This is a kidnapping! I'm going to your boss to protest." ”

Nakasa smiled contemptuously: "Whatever you want." With a swing of his head, a wave of his sheepskin gloves, he walked out of the office with his men in his hands.

Weitling sat down in her chair and cried, "God, what did I do! I shouldn't have let them pick women." How could I be so stupid?"

"They're already arresting people before you say yes. Cheng Ruifang cried and comforted, "Even if you don't allow it, they will still arrest people, it's not your fault." ”