Time flies, and on April 29, 1940, Tokyo, Japan is the time when cherry blossoms are blooming and spring is getting stronger. Today is extraordinary. When the sun shines on the streets of Tokyo and the national anthem of "Kunzhidai" rings wildly throughout the city, the whole city is disturbed by singing, cheers, firecrackers and noisy voices. People have already stopped their work, stopped their normal life for a day, and walked out of their homes to rush to the streets. Police and neighborhood security guards pushed the crowded crowds, cursing and kicking. Soldiers in military uniforms are in groups of three or five, and their eyes are proud of everything around them. In this city, there are not many young men, and they are very proud of the vitality and strength they exud.

The colored platform has been set up at the Eyogi parade ground. For many years, it has been the place where the emperor inspects the troops on the "Tianchang Festival". On both sides of the colored platform, the sun flags are everywhere. The carefully selected members of the honor guard of the land, sea and air force, like neat iron plates, stood in front of the platform with full spirits, with crystal tears flashing in their eyes. Behind them, the citizens were huddling and crowding, all trying to compete for the beauty of the Yamato God.

When the emperor was wearing military uniform, wearing snow-white gloves, and rode a tall horse into the colored gate of the military parade ground, the national anthem was made, and the joy was like a tide. The entire military parade ground was like a water pot with a burst of water. The thousand-year-old emperor system has deified the emperor. In the eyes of ordinary people, the emperor was the messenger sent by Goddess Amaterasu to the Japanese archipelago. He had supreme power and could save the Yamato nation from the sea of ​​suffering and rush to prosperity. He didn't even have a surname, and the sacred emperor could not have a surname. He could not agree with all living beings. Even the cabinet ministers were no exception. He had boundless rights, and he could let them live for him, or he could let them live for him.

They died for him.

Hirohito stood on the stage, looking at the majestic and neat parade team, listening to the inspiring "kick" footsteps. He was very excited and felt very heroic. It was this army that was realizing the dreams that his ancestors had never realized in history. It was them that brought him dazzling glory and made the descendants of the Yamato nation worship him even more crazy. There were even more excited cheers and cheers in the crowd. Hirohito's calm face finally appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of praise.

The ship had already set sail. Wu Ming stood on the deck and stared coldly at the city that had fallen into madness. Zheng Pingru also had a serious look and stood beside him.

Through nearly three months of hard work, Wu Ming and Zheng Pingru have used borrowing, infiltrating, stealing and shooting in Japan to obtain a large amount of evidence about the Nanjing Massacre and turn them into rolls of films. During this period, Zheng Pingru used his identity to successfully provide cover for the two people with the influence of his mother's family, so that Wu Ming's actions could be carried out relatively smoothly.

"It's a fire." Zheng Pingru said softly, staring at the city on the shore.

Wu Ming pursed his lips and looked up at the few small smoke columns slowly rising above the city. They were five delay burners in Tokyo residential buildings with candles and gasoline bottles before he left, which could be regarded as a birthday gift for the Japanese emperor.

"I feel disgusted with the Japanese Emperor, the effect may not be too good." Wu Ming said in a slight bleak manner: "It's better than nothing!"

"You don't seem to be in a good mood when you leave this crazy city." Zheng Pingru asked in confusion.

Wu Ming smiled bitterly and patted Zheng Pingru on the shoulder, "I just feel a little emotional, and I feel that this trip is worth it."

After pausing, Wu Ming continued, "I didn't expect the Japanese to be in this state. In the past, I always believed in the remarks of some people, saying that most of the people in Japan were good, but they were poisoned by militarism. Now, hehe."

"Probably they don't understand the actual situation?" Zheng Pingru replied: "Besides, where did you hear such remarks?"

"I can't remember either." Wu Ming shook his head, "I have read some history books these days, and I found that in the two thousand years of exchanges between China and Japan, there seems to have never been an equal and friendly relationship between China and Japan, and between the Chinese people and the Japanese people. What kind of neighbors with a long history of friendship and Chinese characteristics are all lying."

"The Tang Dynasty sent a Tang envoy." Zheng Pingru said, "Are you a little too extreme?" "When China was strong, the Japanese were disciples of the Chinese. When China was weak, the Chinese became Japanese ghosts." Wu Ming slapped the railings on the boat and said angrily: "Although I just browsed in a hurry and didn't look at the details carefully, this is the impression I gave me."

Zheng Pingru was silent for a while and smiled helplessly, "We cannot use our own thinking methods and moral standards to estimate other nations. We cannot assume that other nations have similar concepts of good and evil as we do. The Japanese behavior seems to be unable to understand. This is just that we cannot study it thoroughly. We should summarize their habits from their behavior and study the laws of their thinking and behavior."

"Yes, you don't start from an empirical attitude and always treat others with the kindness and kindness of your own nation. This is a loss." Wu Ming sighed, "You read Japanese and say that your ability is better than me. You should translate the Japanese materials you have obtained. This profession is more promising than being an agent, and it also contributes much more to the nation-state. I hope China will not follow the old path in the future."

Zheng Pingru nodded and said, "This is a very time-consuming and requires a stable workplace. Have you thought of a place? Shanghai, Hong Kong, Guomao District..."

"Shanghai is definitely not possible." Wu Ming raised his finger and analyzed one by one: "Hong Kong is the territory of the British. I am afraid that the British are afraid of the Japanese and will not allow them to be issued publicly; in the Kuomintang-controlled areas, the conditions seem to be not very good."

"And, I mean to use the information at hand to get something out as soon as possible, to alert the current Chinese people, then slowly replenish it, and finally to get a complete one." Wu Ming slowly explained: "And this work will not be limited to the Nanjing Massacre. As long as it is a crime committed by the Japanese on Chinese land, they must be collected in the future and used bloody facts to educate this generation and the next generation."

"This method is good." Zheng Pingru agreed: "If you want to be perfect, you may not be able to compile it after the war. I will read it and add it to the first and second books slowly in this form."

Wu Ming stretched out his thumb and praised: "It turns out that he is knowledgeable, so he will catch up with my wife."

"Haha." Zheng Pingru chuckled, "Does he feel inferior in front of his sister-in-law, so he can't go home outside?"

"No," Wu Ming defended: "At home, I am the god. She has to hide her knowledge, and she has to lie down on me even if she is a tiger."

"It's true or false." Zheng Pingru shook her head and refused to believe it.

"I won't talk about this anymore." Wu Ming waved his hand, "Let's complete the initial work in Hong Kong, edit it first, and then either go to the National Government District, or go to other places to print and distribute it."

"Okay, I've long wanted to move my whole family out of Shanghai, a place of trouble, and now I have a suitable excuse." Zheng Pingru nodded in agreement.

After his trip to Japan, Wu Ming's state of thought changed a lot. Some of the friendly remarks of China and Japan that he heard in his previous life were completely abandoned by him. The friendly remarks of China and Japan from the Chinese can only make the Japanese feel ridiculous and deepen their contempt for the Chinese: the victims talked about friendship with the Japanese who were free from justice and denied their crimes. Could it be that they were afraid of being killed and wanted to forget the irreconcilable hatred and want to ask the imperial army to leave a way out in the future?

The kind of belief that the Japanese are actually similar to the Chinese, and their atrocities are just because of the rumor of militarism. This statement that blames everything on militarism reverses cause and effect. Japan's brutality has a long history, and from the perspective of Chinese history, it can at least be traced to the Japanese pirates of the Ming Dynasty. If we look at Japan's own history, the bloody trait of bloody blood is actually part of its culture, and the emergence of militarism is actually the inevitable result of this trait's development to a higher stage, not the other way around.

It is really stupid to talk about Sino-Japanese friendship and pinch your nose to coax yourself, which not only downplays the seriousness of Japan's crimes, but also numbs the alert we should have.

China-Japan friendship has neither historical basis nor realistic foundation. Promoting the concept of China-Japan friendship to the Chinese people will inevitably lead to ideological errors and confusion, either leading to ideological anesthesia or causing distrust of the Chinese people in the government.
Chapter completed!