Several people walked over for about 20 minutes and arrived at Memorial Hall of the Victims
The closer you get here, the slower Wang Lei walks.
When he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped. He could feel the endless resentment.
"Wen Boss."
"Hmm."
"I can feel it."
Wang Lei's voice is a little shaky
"Here, here is all resentment."
His eyes are starting to turn red
"Endless."
Wen Ning looked at him and said
"Yes, something happened here during the War of Resistance Against Japan period that made all the people in the country extremely sad."
After speaking, there was a pause.
"Japanese Invaders massacred more than 300,000 of our compatriots"
At this moment, a layer of black energy slowly appeared on Wang Lei's face.
The black air started from his neck, and climbed up little by little, onto his face and onto his forehead. His eyes were bright red and his teeth were clenching loudly.
"Three hundred thousand, they really deserve to die, beasts"
He said to himself.
The voice was very soft, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, and it was very cold.
"They treated us like this"
The black air on his face became heavier and heavier, so heavy that his entire face was covered in it.
The ground beneath his feet began to turn red, as the things on his body overflowed and the surrounding temperature dropped.
The leaves of the trees on the roadside have stopped moving.
Several tourists passing by suddenly felt a chill on their backs. They looked back and saw nothing. They thought it was Yin Energy heavy here, so they walked faster.
Lu Ming was so frightened that he took half a step back
"Wen Ning, look"
Feng Dema hugged the bag tightly and said nothing
Meng Jiang has his hands on his waist, ready to stop Wang Lei at any time
Only Wen Ning took a step forward and stood in front of Wang Lei.
"Wang Lei."
Wang Lei is about to lose his mind at this moment
"Wang Lei wake up"
Wen Ning shouted again, the voice was not high, but it added a little Law Power
"You look at me."
Wang Lei's eyes turned around, red.
Wen Ning looked at him.
"Calm down."
"I can't calm down."
Wang Lei says
"They killed three hundred thousand people"
"We won."
Wang Lei was stunned, and the black energy stopped on his face.
"We won"
Wen Ning said it again
"We won"
The blackness on Wang Lei's face faded away little by little
Wen Ning didn't move either, waiting for him to recover on his own
After a while, Wang Lei lowered his head and looked at his hands. Those hands were shaking.
"Okay? Then let's go in."
Wang Lei nodded.
Several people walked in. The security officer at the door glanced at them, his eyes stopped on Wen Ning, then moved away without saying anything.
After entering, there is a long passage. The light dims, and the footsteps are particularly clear in the empty corridor. There are gray reliefs on the wall, engraved with people fleeing, with distorted faces and open mouths, as if they are shouting something, but there is no sound.
Wang Lei was walking on the far side, staring at the wall.
"Who are these people?"
he asked quietly.
"They were all people from that time, Nanjing Residents from that time"
Wen Ning said
"Just like you, just like your family, Chinese People"
Wang Lei didn't ask any more questions. He walked forward step by step, very slowly, and took a step to take a look.
When I walked to a corner, there was a row of photos hanging on the wall. The black and white photos were very blurry, some had only half of their bodies, and some had their entire faces blurred. There were names written underneath, some with both names and surnames, and some with just Anonymous.
Lu Ming also came over and took a look.
"These photos"
"Some of them were family photos, and not long after they were taken, the people disappeared."
Wen Ning said
"Some of them were later dug out from the relics and donated by their families."
Lu Ming stopped talking.
Wang Lei is standing in front of a photo. The photo shows a woman holding a child. The woman's face cannot be seen clearly, only the outline, but she can be seen smiling.
Wang Lei stared at that photo for a long time.
"My mother hugged my brother like this back then."
He took a few steps forward and suddenly stopped.
There are a bunch of things in the display cabinet in front
A tattered cotton-padded jacket, tattered cloth shoes, a rusty razor, a chipped bowl. There was also a small piece of pencil stub placed in the corner, so short that it was almost impossible to hold it.
Wang Lei lay on the glass and stared at the pencil.
"I've had it too, my father taught me how to write."
He straightened up and continued walking forward.
Beyond is a wall. A whole wall with names densely engraved on it.
Wang Lei stood in front of that wall, looking up.
The names were stacked up one layer at a time, all the way to the ceiling, until they were out of sight. The light came from below, illuminating the words deeply and shallowly, as if a whole group of silent people were standing in front of him.
"This is"
He opened his mouth.
"Names of victims."
Wang Lei's lips moved, as if he read a name, but also as if he didn't.
Meng Jiang spoke
"Three hundred thousand is not a round number. It is just an approximate number."
Wang Lei was stunned for a moment
"Probably?"
"There are too many to count. Some villages have been completely wiped out, and there is no one left alive. Who is going to count them? Some whole families have died, and no one knows their names. Three hundred thousand can be found, and the rest cannot be found, so there are too many."
Wang Lei said nothing. He stretched out his hand and slowly traced the names in the air with his fingertips, from left to right, and from right to left.
Wang Lei glanced at the wall again, then turned and walked out.
"Let's go, stop watching, it's heartbreaking to watch."
After leaving the memorial hall, the sun was still shining brightly. The traffic flow on the street was still the same, people were coming and going, and vendors were shouting and selling Osmanthus cakes on the roadside.
Wang Lei stood on the steps at the door and took a deep breath.
"That ice cream,"
He suddenly said
"How many dollars a piece?"
"Very cheap"
Wang Lei nodded, took the small wooden stick out of his pocket again, and held it in his hand.
Lu Ming walked in the front and looked back at Wang Lei.
"You were in there just now and scared me to death. There was a black air on your face. I thought you were going to explode."
Wang Lei scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I can't control it a bit"
Wen Ning didn't speak. Wang Lei slowed down and came to his side.
"Wen Boss."
"Hmm."
"Just now, you told me inside that we won, so would we still be bullied like that by others?"
Wen Ning shook his head.
"No. Never again. That kind of humiliation is enough once."
Wang Lei stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.
"That's good"
After listening to Wen Ning's words, Wang Lei's mood seems to have improved a lot.
Said to Wen Ning
"Then where should we go next?"
Wen Ning thought for a while and decided to tell the truth.
"Next let's go to the place where you fought."
After saying this, Wang Lei became more energetic.
"Where, where is it"
But Wen Ning didn't continue talking, he just smiled.
"Keep it a little mysterious. Let's try Nanjing's Salted Duck next time. It's delicious."
Lu Ming gets excited when it comes to food
"I want to eat a lot"
Maybe this atmosphere infected Wang Lei, and he slowly let go of his inhibitions
"I want to eat too"
(Lao Wang is planning to write a book about War of Resistance Against Japan, but he feels that my writing skills are not enough and I am worried that I will not be able to write well)