The little crooked man has a bad brain, and his speech is not very clear, and he mutters that he can't speak clearly.

Zhao Zejun saw that there was a red mark on his face, and it was swollen, and he looked like he had been beaten, and asked a few more words, only to know that there were four or five people on the other side, and there were only three people on Zhao Lian's side.

"Little crooked, you tell the third grandfather, what Japanese devil?"

Zhao Zejun followed behind the little crooked man and asked a little strangely.

It stands to reason that children should fight.

But the problem is that the little crooked child is not very good at using his brain, and such a child has the advantage: he will not lie unless he is taught to do so. It was impossible for Zhao Lian to deliberately teach him to lie about the military situation.

Besides, you have to lie and be reliable, Japanese devil, it's weird.

"Next door...... of the next village. The little crooked man covered his face with one hand and pointed in the distant direction with the other.

Zhao Zejun was confused, where did the Japanese devils come out of the next village? Not to mention that the next village is the next province, and it is also Chinese territory, where did the Japanese devils come from?

Could it be that zombies are unearthed, what kind of joke.

However, one thing is certain, since Zhao Lian knows that he is looking for himself to report the news, it means that it is not a big deal, otherwise he is not stupid, just call the police, or simply run away.

It is estimated that nine times out of ten, it was when he met a boy from a nearby village, and a quarrel broke out.

The edge of the river is the hillside, the surrounding scenery is actually very pleasant, follow the little crooked man, and it will not take long to reach the foot of the mountain.

There are trees in the mountains, and when the cool breeze blows, it stands to reason that it is very comfortable, but the words 'Japanese devils' that popped up inexplicably made Qiao Xinyun feel a little gloomy, and asked Zhao Zejun: "Hey, where did the Japanese devils come from?"

During World War II, the anti-Japanese activities of this generation in Dayang Village were very active, and later, after the Japanese occupation in order to take revenge, the entire village was driven to a mountain col on the side and massacred, poured gasoline and burned for a whole day.

After the liberation, a small memorial hall was built in the mountain col behind, like an ancestral hall.

Zhao Zejun also went to see it on the day he came back, the memorial hall was at the site of the massacre, it was very remote, and there was no one to take care of it, it was deserted, it looked like a ghost house, there were several statues of Japanese soldiers who were fierce and vicious, and they were killing Chinese people with samurai swords.

Qiao Xinyun also followed, modern people have watched too many movies and television, and it is inevitable that there are some strange things in their minds, when they think of the fact that so many ordinary people were killed by the Japanese here, Qiao Xinyun probably also thought of zombies, ghosts and other terrifying things, a little hairy.

"What are you thinking in broad daylight. Let me tell you, this is China's territory, and there are Chinese nearby, even if there are Japanese ghosts, they should be afraid!"

Zhao Zejun smiled, looked at the little grandson of the family who was leading the way in front, and said, "It is estimated that it is a local curse." ”

The memorial hall is not far away, and when he walked here, Zhao Zejun probably understood what the 'Japanese devil' in the mouth of the little crooked man meant.

There are no attractions in the area, if there is, the deserted memorial hall, where local children often play around, and when they are used to seeing the mud sculptures, they often call each other 'Japanese devils', and sometimes several waves of children also scold each other.

'You're a Jap......'

"You're the ...... Japanese devil"

'Your whole family is a Japanese devil......

Otherwise, a rural village in the interior, where did the Japanese devils come from.

"Didn't your seventh grandfather bring his mobile phone?" Zhao Zejun asked the little crooked son about the situation as he walked.

"The phone is broken. The little crooked man turned around and said, "Those Japanese devils have knives and guns, just like the devils in the temple." ”

Saying that, he was afraid that Zhao Zejun wouldn't understand, so he picked up a branch, compared a katana slashing posture, and then compared the shooting and aiming posture, and it could be seen that the branch in his hand imitated a rifle.

"Fuck me!"

Lao Zhao was stunned for a moment, turned his head and was stunned with Qiao Xinyun, and glanced at each other.

The bodyguard who followed behind quietly pulled out the high-voltage electric baton pinned to his waist, pressed it to try whether it was running normally, and saw a few blue arcs coming out of the head of the electric baton.

Zhao Zejun glanced at the little crooked son and whispered to Qiao Xinyun, "Let's go see what's going on first." Then he turned to the bodyguard and said, "Sixteen, the situation is really not good, you escort Miss Qiao first." ”

"Brother Xiaowu, they are rushing over here, or wait, there is more than one person on the other side. The sixteenth-ranked bodyguard said in a deep voice.

Zhao Zejun thought to himself that if the other party really had a gun, he couldn't wait, Zhao Lian was there, and his life would be in danger if he was a step late.

If something really happened to Zhao Lian, Lao Tzu called the provincial hall with a phone call, and he had to turn over this mountain.

Receiving a dagger from Sixteen's hands, the three of them walked along the mountain road a little nervously towards the inside, and they didn't dare to have more atmosphere, but the little crooked man who led the way looked heartless, jumping very happily.

It didn't take long to see a raised hill in the forest in front of me, the surrounding trees were artificially emptied, there was a building like a common small temple in the countryside on the hill, very dilapidated, there was a sign hanging in front of the small temple, the handwriting on it was mottled, and it could barely be seen that it was written 'Dayang Village Massacre Memorial Hall of the Japanese Invasion of China'.

The memorial hall is a big house, no one cares, you can see some statues displayed inside from the door, several Japanese clay sculptures are in it, due to disrepair, the oil paint on the face is mottled, the face is not clear, the clothes on the body are also tattered, at first glance it really looks like a rotten zombie.

There is nothing in the room, and the most valuable thing is probably a large stone tablet more than one person high, with words engraved on the front and back, the front side tells the massacre of the year, and the reverse side is the name of the victim.

This memorial hall fully shows what it means to be 'special': in the center of the memorial hall, there is actually a Buddha statue built by local farmers themselves, and some incense ashes have fallen on the wooden table in front of the Buddha statue.

Since the original victims were the ancestors of Dayang Village, some people would come here to burn some paper money during the New Year's holidays. Just a few days after Halloween, there were still traces of paper burning around the house.

"It's ...... It's right in the back......" The little grandson stammered and pointed to the back door.

Exiting through the open back door, the view suddenly widened.

In front of me, there is a steep slope, after climbing up, a natural soil ditch dozens of meters long, two or three meters deep, and three or four meters wide appears in front of you.

Decades ago, the 33 men, women and children who remained in the village were slaughtered by machine guns and doused with gasoline and burned in this ditch.

As soon as Zhao Zejun probed, he saw a few people in the ditch.

"What's the situation?!"

"Huh?"

Seeing the situation in the ditch, Zhao Zejun, Qiao Xinyun and the bodyguards were obviously stunned.

It took a few seconds for Zhao Zejun to understand what was going on, his nose was crooked, and he subconsciously scolded 'I grass'.