Tao Yunling pursed her lips and glanced at Cai Qiang, but she didn't continue to speak.

Su Mu glanced back at Tao Yunling lightly, frowned, then took his gaze back, he took Su Xiaoli's hand, followed the actors and staff in front of him, and slowly walked towards the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall.

On the passage to the memorial, there are several bronze statues.

Su Xiaoli took Su Mu's hand and looked towards the bronze statues.

A ragged child, lying on his mother's already cold corpse, sucking and trying to drink, so young that he did not know that his poor mother had long since died;

A thin young man, struggling to carry the corpse of his grandmother, who had been killed by the Japanese bombing, his eyes were full of despair and sorrow, even though hunger and fear had exhausted his physical strength, he still wanted to take his grandmother away from this place shrouded in demons;

A scrawny old man, with hands as dry as a tree branch, took off his grandson, who was only a few months old but had already left this miserable world under bombing, and his eyes were full of pain and sorrow......

Such a resentful tragedy happened too much during the Japanese invasion of China, and a large number of pictures, newspapers and memoirs at that time in the memorial hall truly repaid the tragic history of the nation's blood crying at that time.

Su Xiaoli felt that he couldn't bear to continue watching.

The sound of heavy and mournful music in her ears brought her back to the scene of the disaster at that time, she seemed to see with her own eyes the butcher knife in the hands of the invading Japanese army, brutally killing the unarmed compatriots, she seemed to see with her own eyes that the faces of those people were stained with blood, but they were still laughing arrogantly.

She had heard the term Nanjing Massacre over and over again, but she had never thought about how tragic and tragic it was behind these simple five words.

When she saw the corpses of children as big as herself, or even much smaller than herself, in the photos, her heart became extremely heavy and depressed.

However, what made her feel most uncomfortable was that in the back hall of the pavilion, there was an irregular half-open room, under which was clear water, and every twelve seconds a drop of water would drip from the sky on the roof, and at this time, the light of a victim's portrait on the side wall would turn on and go out.

Because these twelve seconds are the time when a person's life disappears.

Because in this terrible Nanjing Massacre, on average, one compatriot was killed every 12 seconds......

Su Xiaoli clenched Su Mu's hand, raised his head, and glanced at him.

His brother's expression looked unusually solemn, his delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his deep eyes stared at the droplets that dripped every twelve seconds, and did not speak.

Even Tao Yunling, who looked full of disdain before entering the museum, looked slightly pale at the moment, her eyes were wearing mascara and eye shadow, looking at the remains on the side wall that kept lighting up and disappearing, faintly flashing a little tears.

"Damn, it's so miserable, fortunately Lao Tzu wasn't born in that era!!" Cai Qiang followed Tao Yunling's side, and along the way, he finally couldn't help but scold.

Tao Yunling glanced back at Cai Qiang, reached out and put her sunglasses on her eyes, and then said to him with a cold face: "What are you still standing here, go forward." ”