Fang Zheng wiped his nose and said with a wry smile: "What's the use of my signature?"
"It's useful. I'm your fan. It warms my heart to see you helping so many people. Sign your name quickly. If you don't sign, I'll take you back to the police station and we'll record a statement. Then you can still You have to sign it,” the policeman joked.
Fang Zheng was speechless and obediently signed his name to the police.
After the incident, the police asked him to take a photo with him, and Fang Zheng did not refuse. The police comrades immediately found a passerby to help take a photo.
The policeman seemed to like Fang Zheng, so he stood back slightly, held his head high, and had a serious look on his face, showing the majestic demeanor of a policeman.
But Fang Zheng was different. This was the first time in his life that he took a photo with the police. He wiped his nose and stood there a little nervously, subconsciously crossing his hands in front of him.
The passerby clicked, took a photo of the scene, and then returned the phone to the police with a weird smile on his face.
Then the policeman said goodbye to Fang Zheng with a smile on his face. Before leaving, he left a phone number and said, "President Fang Zheng, if anything happens, please call me at any time."
After saying that, the police brothers ran over and took the robber away.
However, the confused robber still hadn’t understood the situation yet, so he screamed: “Eighteen years later, I will be a good man again!”
Fang Zheng looked at the other party and didn't know whether to be angry or funny. He shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.
Fang Zheng knew that this man was definitely not the target of his mission, but he was not in a hurry. He was here to hide from the limelight anyway, so there was no need to rush back, just take your time.
While walking, Fang Zheng saw a sign that read: "One-day trip to Purple Mountain."
Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up. He finally knew where he was. This was NJ! But then, Fang Zheng's heart sank slightly, and for some reason, he thought of Liu Fangfang back then, and the song that was sung to the tune of the grave: "September 18, September 18..."
"NJ... the pain in the hearts of all Chinese people, now that Amitabha is here, we must remember those ancestors no matter what." Fang Zheng thought of this, sighed, and asked someone to inquire about the "Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese Invaders" The location of the "Memorial Hall of the Victims" [out of respect, no abbreviation will be used here].
As a result, Fang Zheng discovered that he was not far from the Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese Invaders, just two turns away.
Fang Zheng was relieved when he heard that there was no need to worry anymore. Following the directions of passers-by, he quickly found the Memorial Hall for the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese Invaders. The memorial hall is open to the public free of charge, and Fang Zheng saw that although it was not a holiday, there were still many people here.
Regardless of whether they are adults or children, no matter what they are doing, anyone who hears something happy will subconsciously put away their smile when passing by, and walk by with a solemn look, as if at that moment, all the happiness was gone. Disappeared, leaving only endless depression and sorrow in my heart.
"Everyone, come here, let me introduce to you, this is the new exhibition hall of the memorial hall. Its overall design shape is a "Peace Boat", which is a tall ship's bow shape rising 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 also a facade that turns the sword into a plow..." At this time, a group of tourists came, and the tour guide walking in front walked. explained.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he shook his head slightly. No matter how he looked at the memorial hall, it looked like a huge tomb! It is the burial ground of countless people, and it is the desolation of countless innocent souls crying out...
There are many stone sculptures outside the venue, including a mother who lost her husband and her son and was brutally raped, holding her dead son in her hands, looking up to the sky and lamenting; an old man crawling on his knees with survival instinct; a young man holding his dead wife in his hands, bowing forward; and panicked children running away in all directions. There are 8 bronze statues, including an old woman carrying a package on her shoulders and a baby in her arms; a young man carrying his dead father on his back, struggling to move forward; an old man with a broken body and in great pain; a young girl with messy clothes and dull eyes; and a baby sucking the breasts of her dead mother.
Fang Zheng looked at these stone sculptures, and it seemed that he was suddenly brought back to that dark and bloody era. He seemed to hear the mother holding her dead child in her arms, raising her head and shouting silently. It was as if Fang Zheng could hear it across time and space. The heartbreaking but helpless cry: "Who will save my child..."
And I seem to see the baby sucking on the mother's chest blankly, but I don't know that the mother is dead and is about to face unknown dangers...
Fang Zheng looked up at the statue, his eyes moistened subconsciously, he clasped his hands together, and the endless sadness in his heart finally turned into just one sentence: "Amitabha."
Afterwards, Fang Zheng followed the group of tourists and walked in. The venue was free and anyone could enter, but lighters were not allowed. Fang Zheng saw some unsuspecting tourists actively handing over lighters...
Fortunately, Fangzheng doesn't smoke, so just follow along.
He raised his head and looked at the large characters written in different languages on the dark stone tablet: Victims, 300,000 people!
Fang Zheng's heart felt depressed again...
Passing 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 sunk in the cobblestones. On the stone wall in front of the memorial hall, it is eye-catchingly written, "1937.12.13-1938.1".
At that moment, Fang Zheng remembered this time, and everything in front of him seemed to have returned to that era...
Entering the museum, there is a brief introduction to the Nanjing Massacre engraved in Chinese, English and Japanese on the front wall, including "Japan committed 28 collective massacres, killing 150,000 people, and 858 scattered massacres, with the death toll reaching 150,000..."
Behind are real photos, collapsed houses, fleeing people, helpless children, flooding, fire, machine gun fire, beheading competition, corpses on the ground, ferocious executioners...
Fang Zheng didn't know how he got there. There were only dull patches in his mind and the shouts from that time and space. His heart was bleeding and his tears never stopped...
Finally, Fang Zheng stopped in front of a mass grave. Looking at the bones on the ground, he fell silent and remained motionless.
Vaguely, Fang Zheng seemed to see countless fragments of time and space, and also seemed to see countless innocent souls complaining... Fang Zheng knew that this was real, because if there were souls, then they would definitely be like this.
This station lasted a day. Fang Zheng forgot about the time and just clasped his hands together, watching in silence...
There are fewer and fewer people in the exhibition hall. I don’t know what time it is. There are basically no people in the exhibition hall. Or there are, but they are all scattered...
At this moment, several sneaky voices sounded: "Sakata-kun, there are not many people left, let's start fighting."
(End of chapter)