Nan Zhongmei looked at Zhou Weiguo in front of her like a monster.
Is this person speaking human language?
Yes, you did not say that you are not allowed to wash it, but I dare you. It is very unsafe to have a piece of clothing covering your body in the wilderness. If you take it off yourself, you don’t have to let the hypocrite in front of you tear it apart.
Already.
"Do I dare?" He asked lightly, causing Zhou Weiguo to look at her up and down and then hum; "Under normal circumstances, I have no interest in immature girls like you."
Under normal circumstances, if it were another situation, would I still be able to survive?
"I still trust my own body and beauty. Before I really approve of you, you... don't even think about it."
The two of them walked side by side and entered the town. Nan Zhongmei felt something was wrong. There was nothing common in this town, but incense seemed to be lit in front of every house. The smell was a bit pungent amid the cigarette smoke, and every door
Before, all the paper was burned.
"What are you doing?" Nan Zhongmei asked Zhou Weiguo, who was beside him and watching the situation, confused.
Zhou Weiguo pointed to a small stall not far away: "Let's go there and sit down and talk."
This was a tea stall for resting. Zhou Weiguo each ordered a bowl of tea and took a sip; "This should be worshiping. You should not understand our customs here. Burning paper at the door is actually asking the door god to let the soul of the dead go."
Able to go in without any obstruction.”
"But there's one thing that's very strange." Zhou Weiguo looked around again; "How come every household in this place is worshiping. This is not a big festival or anything, how could it be at this time..."
"Don't you know it just by asking? Do you really think you can do anything?" Nan Zhongmei's reminder made Zhou Weiguo turn around and call the shopkeeper.
Nan Zhongmei could only hear the conversation between them, but she couldn't understand a word of what was being said. It wasn't until Zhou Weiguo asked the man to leave.
Then she asked, "What's wrong?"
"These people are heroes. Come on, we should go and pay homage to them."
Who? Who is the hero?
Nan Zhongmei didn't understand what was going on at all.
She drank the tea and followed Zhou Weiguo. At a department store, Zhou Weiguo actually bought incense money and paper candles.
Nan Zhongmei was even more puzzled. A soldier, a murderer, could actually believe in ghosts and gods. If there were ghosts and gods, this guy would have been dragged away by those ghosts long ago.
The number of Japanese soldiers who died directly or indirectly in his hands was probably in the thousands, if not tens of thousands. Why are you pretending to be a good person here?
Nan Zhongmei didn't say anything. The man in front of her was always smiling, but once he wanted to attack someone, you would have no chance to cry.
Zhou Weiguo took Nan Zhongmei out of the town, and after walking nearly a kilometer, they came to a ruins.
Next to the ruins, there is a grave that has not yet sprouted green grass, and there are already a lot of papers burned into ashes in front of it.
"What is this?" Nan Zhongmei asked when she saw Zhou Weiguo clicking papers in front of the mound and squatting next to her.
"You don't know about the stage in this town. In our area, in these places, there is usually a stage in the town. Every time there is a period of isolation, a troupe will come to sing. There was also a play in this place not long ago.
But that troupe all died here."
"What?" Nan Zhongmei's eyes widened; "How could it be? They are not just here to sing, how could it be?"
"Those who died here were not only the troupe, but also the thirteen Japanese troops stationed in this town."
this……
Don't understand at all?
"Can you explain it to me?" She guessed that this was what the tea stall owner said, and she hummed; "Please tell me what I just said to the tea stall owner."
Zhou Weiguo lit a cigarette and put it on the ground, then lit another one and sat next to it and took a puff: "The commanders of these thirteen Japanese troops were transferred from the north. They have a certain interest in opera, but they
He is cruel by nature and has done a lot of evil things in the town. The people in the town hate him so much that they dare not do anything to him. He fell in love with the actress in the theater troupe."
"A troupe star, how can there be a troupe like this?"
"Together, this stage has a courtyard. After the opera started, there were local traitors and Japanese officers from another town who came that day. After the opera started, they used the sound of gongs and drums to cover up the two opera children outside, and they brought them in
The firewood was lit, and the sound of gongs in this place did not stop until the last moment."
"this……"
"With the sound of gongs and drums, even if the sky falls, they will finish the song."
Nam Chung-mi understood.
In order to kill these Japanese soldiers, this troupe actually used themselves as bait and burned them.
It is indeed worthy of respect. After bending ninety degrees, Nan Zhongmei thought of something and sighed: "That's not right. Based on your understanding of the Japanese army, if they don't retaliate, will there be a single living person in this town?"
"The town is too big to hide the revenge massacre. The Japanese army killed all the people in a remote village nearly three kilometers away, including the children. Now that village is deserted."
If you don’t believe it, you just want to remind yourself that this guy just said this, and Nan Zhongmei definitely doesn’t believe it.
She had indeed heard Fujino Hideko say that the Japanese army did all kinds of evil here, but she still didn't believe that the Japanese army were really as bad as pigs and dogs.
"Don't believe it." Zhou Weiguo turned around and asked.
Nan Zhongmei hummed; "I have always understood them somewhat, they should not be like this..."
"Let's go, it's three kilometers away. It's not very far from here. Let's just go and have a look."
The distance of three kilometers is indeed not that far.
The village is going to take a small road. Nan Zhongmei somewhat believes it. No one seems to be walking on the grass on the ground.
She remained silent all the way until she entered the village.
The village was lifeless. The doors of some houses were open, and blood stains that had turned black could be seen on the ground. Not far away, where the houses should be, there seemed to be traces of being set on fire. A large area
.
Burning corpses to eliminate traces. No need for Zhou Weiguo to explain, Nan Zhongmei knew that that place was probably the place where the people of this village were burned.
"You...what are you going to do next?" Nan Zhongmei came there and took a look at the dark ground. She could even see a blackened bone not far away. There was obviously something on it.
Marks of being cut by a knife.
What should I do? Zhou Weiguo took out a cigarette and lit it, turned to look at Nan Zhongmei, "What do you think I would do?"
