Chapter 1137 Encountering a Beast in Sadness

Fangzheng wiped his nose, smiled wryly and said, "My signature is of no use."

"It's useful. I'm your fan. Seeing you help so many people makes my heart warm. Hurry up and sign your name. If you don't sign it, I'll take you back to the police station. Let's make a statement. Then you will return to the police station." You have to sign." The policeman joked.

Fangzheng was dumbfounded, and obediently signed for the police.

After the incident, the police wanted to take a photo with him, but Fangzheng didn't refuse. The police comrades immediately found a passerby to help take a photo.

The policeman seemed to like Fang Zheng, and stood back a little bit, with his head held high and his face serious, showing the dignified demeanor of a policeman.

But Fangzheng was different. It was the first time he took a photo with the police at such a young age, wiped his nose, stood there nervously, subconsciously crossed his hands in front of him.

The passer-by clicked, took a picture of this scene, and returned the phone to the police with a strange smile on his face.

Then the policeman said goodbye to Fangzheng with a smile on his face. Before leaving, he left a phone number and said, "Fangzheng is the host, if you need anything, call me anytime."

After finishing speaking, the police brothers ran over and took the robber away.

But the confused robber, who hadn't figured out the situation until now, yelled, "Eighteen years later, I'm a good man again!"

Fangzheng looked at the other person's appearance, and didn't know whether to be angry or amused, he shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

Fangzheng knew that this man was definitely not the target of his mission, but he was not in a hurry, anyway, he came out to hide from the limelight, so there was no need to rush back, just turn around slowly.

As he walked, Fangzheng saw a notice board that read: "One-day tour to Zijin Mountain."

Fangzheng's eyes lit up, he finally knew where he was, this was in NJ! But then, Fangzheng's heart also sank slightly, and for some reason, he thought of Liu Fangfang back then, and remembered the song sung with the tune of crying: "September 18, September 18..."

"NJ... the pain in the hearts of all Chinese people, Amitabha, since he is here, we must remember those ancestors no matter what." Thinking of this, Fangzheng sighed, and asked someone to inquire about the "Nanjing University of Japanese Invaders". The location of the Memorial Hall of the Victims in the Massacre” [out of respect, the abbreviation is not used here].

As a result, Fangzheng discovered that he was not far from the Memorial Hall of the Victims in the Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders, just two turns away.

Fangzheng was relieved when he heard that there was no need to bother. Following the guidance of passers-by, he quickly found the Memorial Hall of the Victims in Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders. The memorial hall is open to the public for free. Fangzheng saw that although it was not a holiday, there were still many people here.

No matter adults or children, no matter what they are doing, people who hear such happy things, when they pass by here, they will subconsciously put away their smiles and walk with a solemn face, as if at that moment, all the happiness is gone. Disappeared, only endless depression and grief in my heart.

"Come here, everyone, and let me introduce you. This is the new exhibition hall of the memorial hall. Its overall design shape is "Peace Boat", which is a tall bow shape that rises from the ground; viewed from the side, it It is also like a broken saber stuck in the loess; if you are lucky enough to look down from the sky, it is a facade that turns a sword into a plow..." At this time, a group of tourists came, walking in front of the tour guide. While explaining.

When Fangzheng heard this, he shook his head slightly. No matter how he looked at the memorial hall, it looked like a huge graveyard! It is the burial ground of countless people, it is the desolation where countless innocent souls are crying out...

There are many stone sculptures outside the venue, bereaved husband and child, mother who was brutally raped, holding her dead son in her hands, looking up to the sky and lamenting; old man crawling on knees, with survival instinct; ; an old woman with a package on her shoulders and a baby in her arms; a young man with a dead father on his back and struggling to move forward;

Fangzheng looked at the stone sculptures, as if he was pulled back to that dark and bloody age. He seemed to hear the silent cry of the mother holding the dead child in her arms, as if Fangzheng could hear it through time and space. That piercing but powerless cry: "Who will save my child..."

It also seems to see the baby sucking at the mother's chest blankly, but it doesn't know that the mother is dead and is about to face unknown danger...

Fangzheng looked up at the statue, the corners of his eyes were wet subconsciously, he folded his hands together, and the endless sadness in his heart finally turned into one sentence: "Amitabha."

Afterwards, Fangzheng walked in with the group of tourists. The venue is free and anyone can enter, but lighters are not allowed. Fangzheng saw some unsuspecting tourists voluntarily handing in their lighters...

Fortunately, Fangzheng doesn't smoke, so he just walks along.

Looking up, I looked at the big characters written on the dark stone tablet in different languages: victims, 300,000 people!

Fangzheng's heart felt depressed again...

Through the wide small square at the main entrance, there is an incomplete monument standing abruptly. A struggling and twisted bronze head and an arm are half-sinked in the cobblestones. On the stone wall on the front of the memorial hall, there is a striking writing, "1937.12.13-1938.1".

At that moment, Fangzheng remembered this time, and everything in front of him seemed to return to that era...

Entering the museum, there is a brief introduction to the Nanjing Massacre engraved on the front wall in Chinese, English, and Japanese, among which "there were 28 mass massacres in Japan, with a massacre of 150,000 people, and 858 cases of sporadic massacres, with a death toll of 150,000... "

Behind them are real photos, of collapsed houses, fleeing crowds, helpless children, flooding, burning, machine gun shooting, beheading competitions, corpses all over the ground, ferocious executioners...

Fangzheng didn't know how he got there. All he could think of was dullness and the shouts from that time and space. His heart was bleeding, and his tears never stopped...

In the end, Fangzheng stopped in front of a mass grave. Looking at the bones all over the floor, he fell silent and remained motionless.

Faintly, Fang Zheng seemed to see countless space-time fragments, and also seemed to see countless grievances complaining... Fang Zheng knew that this was true, because if there were souls, then they would definitely be like this.

This station lasted for one day, Fangzheng forgot the time, just put his hands together, silently watching in a daze...

There are fewer and fewer people in the exhibition hall, and I don't know what time it is. There are basically no people in the exhibition hall. Or there are, but they are all very scattered...

At this moment, several furtive voices sounded: "Sakata-kun, there are not many people left, let's start fighting."