"Do you want to explain something?" "Then what do you think I can explain something?"

Qin Wei understood the meaning of the misfortune, but this "understanding" has always been left on paper. He did not expect that he would encounter the same situation in his life, nor did he expect that it would be so soon... A casual sentence was remembered by Xiao Li Quan's little patrolman. Afterwards, the report of the small patrolman in the shortest time, the captain of the patrolman team he was in reported to the captain, then to the director of the branch, and then to Dongfang Bai, the director of the Chongqing police chief and director, and then,

Dongfang Bai reported to Xu Zhongqi, the police chief who had just taken office, and then reported to the office of Chongqing Mayor Jiang Zhicheng, who had also been newly appointed for two months. Jiang Zhicheng, who knew that the matter was important, reported to his boss, Chiang Kai-shek, Chairman of the National People's Government Affairs Committee, immediately reported to his boss, Chiang Kai-shek, Chairman of the National People's Government Affairs Committee. Then, in less than ten minutes, Chiang Kai-shek's order was conveyed to Dai Li, director of the Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the Military Commission of the National Government, who had just been established, in Chongqing.

Zheng Jiemin, Secretary-General, who is responsible for the relocation of the entire Military Control Commission, finally, Zheng Jiemin "invited" him from the "VIP Room" of the police station to No. 19 Luojiawan, where the Military Control Commission's A Room, which is the confidential room. "I don't need to say anything you need to explain, right?" "But I really don't know what you need to explain." Qin Wei looked confused. He seemed to have some impression of Zheng Jiemin's name, but he couldn't remember anything at all... But he knew that he had been brought into the military.

Although the other party was always kind to him, he did not act in extreme ways, and he did not even enter the interrogation room, but was invited into the living room for tea. However, this is the Military Control Commission! During the entire War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the most powerful secret agency in China. In later generations, the Military Control Commission's reputation surpassed all Chinese intelligence agencies. Although the underground party was better in many TV series and movies, who doesn't know that it was because the People's Liberation Army won the final victory?

"If you can't remember, I'll remind you... the matter of the 300,000 people in Nanjing!"

"Just for that casual sentence, you will catch me?"

"Mr. Qin was joking, we just asked you to explain the situation. And... we don't think that was your "cause" sentence. You know, there have been rumors of massacres since the Japanese army captured Nanjing, but this kind of rumors have only been circulating in the top leaders. Because of the Japanese army's blockade and some so-called "good-friendly" fake news it deliberately created, few people know about this situation. However, even the top leaders only vaguely knew about the Japanese army's massacre, but no one knew about the Japanese army's massacre.

How many people did the army massacre in Nanjing? Our Military Control Commission has spent a lot of energy to investigate this matter, and it is still the case. In this case, how did you know that 300,000 people were killed?" Zheng Jiemin asked lightly, fiddling with something found from Qin Wei. The thing was rectangular, shining, and most importantly, there was a large screen. If someone who knew the goods was there, he would definitely notice the missing apple logo behind it at first glance...

"Is this thing very expensive?" Zheng Jiemin played with his cell phone, but his eyes were similar to Qin Wei, full of confusion. Although Zheng Jiemin was only a devastating little landlord in Wenchang, Hainan, he had also traveled around the world. When he was a teenager, he followed Sun Yat-sen to make a revolution and ran through Nanyang. Later, he was admitted to the second phase of the Whampoa Military Academy. After graduation, he was sent to study at Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow, the Soviet Union. After returning to China, he became an adjutant of Chiang Kai-shek and engaged in spies. After 1932, he served as the officer of the Central Executive Office of the Central Committee of the Fuxing Society, deputy director of the Secret Service, director of the Fifth Department of the Second Department of the General Staff Headquarters, director of the Third Department, and secretary-general of the Military Affairs Bureau. He is definitely knowledgeable, but he cannot recognize the thing in his hand.

What... It's just a piece of glass that can't even be a mirror. When you open the shell, there are some things that look like electronic parts inside, but the assembly is very simple and it doesn't look like something complicated. However, the intuition developed by many years of spy careers told him that this thing is extraordinary! In fact, it was the thing in his hand that attracted the attention of the police station. He felt that the boy in front of him was strange and reported it layer by layer, which made the superiors think and take action. It was precisely because he saw the real thing with his own eyes that he had the intention to directly ask Qin Wei. Otherwise, just a sentence that popped out of Qin Wei's mouth, as for him, the Secretary-General of the Military Control Commission, asking him, himself, was the existence of the Military Control Commission second only to Dai Li.

"That's my thing, can you return it to me?" Looking at the other party's three-hand copycat version of iPhone 4 that he bought for a high price of 300 yuan, Qin Wei couldn't help but feel nervous... As a writer, he has a relatively strong psychological quality after traveling through time. He had already tore all the things that were easy to reveal his identity, such as money, and threw them into the Yangtze River. Anyway, it's only 180 yuan, not much, so he won't feel too distressed. He originally wanted to throw this phone, but after all, it's out of power, charging

The device did not bring it...but the problem is that this phone can talk to Gu Changjun on the other end. Although the other party did not believe that he had traveled to the Republic of China, and thought he was joking and playing pranks, there would always be a moment of understanding. Not? Moreover, although the phone was out of power, this was the Republic of China, not an ancient era without electricity. If you put some effort into it, you can't create a charger? Isn't it just a transformer or something? Even if it's a real Apple, it's definitely not a huge problem, let alone just a copycat.

"It's no problem to give it to you, but you have to give me some answer, right?" Zheng Jiemin casually put his phone on the table aside. Although he was curious, he felt that the things in his hand were not simple. But he still wouldn't be too curious about an electronic product that he couldn't understand... This is also a common problem of bureaucrats in this era. He doesn't care about technology and technology products, or even disdain. What they pay most attention to is always the human beings themselves.

"Then can you give me the things first?" This is my only connection with the future, and I can also travel through time and space to communicate... an absolute "innate treasure"!

"Tell me first, then give it to me!" Zheng Jiemin said with a smile.

"What can I say?" Qin Wei smiled bitterly, "I only know that the Nanjing Massacre was ordered by Matsui Ishione to be executed by the Central China Expeditionary Army led by him. The mastermind behind it was actually the devil named Asakagumi Hatsuhiko... They killed more than 300,000 people in Nanjing City, and a completely organized massacre!"

"How do you know the number of 300,000?"

"Someone counts it!"

"Who?" Zheng Jiemin suddenly sat upright. Some people counted it? Some people counted it! It seems that they were really guessing it right. If the Japanese really carried out a massacre in Nanjing, then would they count how many people they killed? As long as they were not fools, they would definitely not! But since the Japanese don't, who can count such a huge number in the situation where the Japanese are completely controlled?

"There is someone behind this kid! And it's very likely that it's inside the Japanese!" An amazing idea came out of Zheng Jiemin's mind.

"I don't know!" Qin Wei didn't think of the problem in his words for the time being, but he knew that he could not reveal the source of this number... The names of the two beasts Matsui Ishigen and Asakamiya Hirohiko were already because he had been on the Internet for a long time and had read many online articles. As for the others, they writers never cared about it.

"Don't you know?" Zheng Jiemin looked suspicious. "I really don't know. I only know that someone counted 300,000 yuan and someone recorded and recorded the Japanese massacre in Nanjing!"

"Bang!" Zheng Jiemin slapped the coffee table beside him, and suddenly stood up, his voice trembling a little: "Who? Who recorded the video?"

"According to the Archives, it seems that it was John Maggie and John Rabe's group!"

"Archive?" What other files have this guy seen? Zheng Jiemin believed in his judgment even more. If it weren't for someone behind it, or even an organization, how could he have any files to see?

"Can you take that file and hand it over to me?"

"No!" Looking at Zheng Jiemin's longing face, Qin Wei shook his head apologetically. I just took it over. You don't have a TV here. How do you look at it? Even if there is a TV, do you have a TV signal?

"Why? Since you can tell us these situations, it means that you also want to make the Japanese atrocities public and let the whole world see Japan's face clearly. Why can't it?" Zheng Jiemin asked in a deep voice.

"I can't go back!"

"Can't you go back?"

"Yeah!" Qin Wei nodded seriously.

"What's the meaning?"

"That is to say, since I have come, I can't go back, at least I can't go back in a short period of time. And even if I can go back, the possibility of coming back is slim, and the possibility is definitely less than one in billion, or even less. In this way, I will naturally not be able to get any information and archives, and even if I get them, I can't hand them over to you."

"You mean, you are now... a pawn crossing the river?"

"Although it's not all, it's almost the same."

"...Okay." It seems that this kid has a lot of content. Zheng Jiemin thought about it and decided not to ask for it for the time being. "However, since you can tell me who recorded the video and made the records, you should also know where those two people are now, right?"

"Yes." Qin Wei nodded.

"Where are they now?"

"America and Germany!"

"The United States and Germany?" Zheng Jiemin was stunned: "Not in Nanjing?"

"As soon as you hear their names, you should know that they are not Chinese anymore. How could they still stay in Nanjing? But there was a massacre there not long ago. There were some means and ability. Who would like to continue staying there?"

"What they said makes sense." Zheng Jiemin nodded thoughtfully and looked at him again: "If I guess correctly, the evidence they left behind should not be in Nanjing, right?"

"That's right." Qin Wei shrugged, "They had sent the information back to the United States long ago! If I remember correctly, the information is still at Yale University!"

“Yale University…”

"Yes, in New Haven, the United States... I've told you all that. Can you return my stuff to me?"
Chapter completed!