Chapter 6 Part Five: The Tragic Massacre

The Nanjing Massacre is the most appalling atrocity in history. The cruelty of the Japanese imperial army to the captured Chinese officers and soldiers is even more heinous. past! The atrocities committed in the Nanjing Massacre were completely planned actions by all officers and soldiers under the leadership of Lieutenant General Masahiro Honma of the Japanese Imperial Army. Before the massacre, the Japanese imperial army first sealed off the city and set fire to it. Nanjing’s Zhonghuamen, Confucius Temple, Zhuque Road, Guofu Road, Zhujiang Road, and Taiping Road were all blocked and set on fire. The people who were burned to death in the fire were counted. The number, coupled with the search in the fire scene, turned the whole of Nanjing into a slaughterhouse. The brutality of the Japanese imperial army was exhibited in Nanjing.

I have read all the materials about the Nanjing Massacre in detail, including the reports of foreign reporters, Chinese reporters, dictations of those who escaped the clutches of the demons, and reports of Japanese reporters.A Japanese newspaper once reported on the killing contest between Warrant Officer Tomioka and Lieutenant Noda in the Japanese Imperial Army, and also published photos of them each beheading and killing more than a hundred Chinese civilians. This is an iron-clad fact, a blood debt that can never be repaid, and the atrocities committed by the Japanese brutality, which every Chinese should keep in mind!

I closed my eyes for several minutes. During those few minutes, my heart was very disturbed. I seemed to see the miserable and helpless Chinese being hooked by the Japanese imperial army with iron hooks on their tongues, hanging on the telegraph poles and waiting to die.I also seemed to see a large group of wolf dogs raised by the Japanese imperial army, gnawing at the flesh and blood of the Chinese. And Taro Kikui, the captain of the Japanese army at the time, and Masao Suzuki today, what role did they play in this massacre?How many people did he kill?How many Chinese women have been raped?

I feel that things are starting to get a little bit closer, because Suzuki is upright and is so sensitive to Nanjing's place names. When he was on the plane, he almost went crazy when he heard me say that Tang Wan'er was from Nanjing. That blood-stained army uniform, that cheongsam full of blood clots, really, I think things are getting a bit closer. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again. I just glanced at Captain Kikui’s subsequent experience. I only know that he was promoted to captain and major until Japan was defeated. Prisoner, or this Yamato hero deserted, because the file noted that he was missing.

In fact, Taro Kikui transformed himself into Masao Suzuki, and until now, he has become an industrialist, respected by everyone as Mr. Suzuki. I can say that the hard work of a few days has paid off completely. I already know Suzuki's upright past. Of course I can't take this file with me, but when I left, I took a photo with me. This photo is the one where Lieutenant General Masharu Honma received the meritorious personnel, and Taro Kikui (Masao Suzuki) was also in it.I left the institution with a gloomy face. Thinking of the 400,000 people who were massacred by various cruel methods, as a human being, there is absolutely no way to be cheerful.Just as a human being, you will be sad, let alone a Chinese!

I walked alone on the street for a long time, until it was getting dark, I decided to go to Suzuki Masao!I waited for a while before I caught a streetcar. The car stopped in front of Suzuki's house. I rang the bell. After a long time, an old servant came out of the house to answer the door. I said I wanted to see Suzuki, but the old servant shook his head: Mr. Suzuki usually comes back a little later. I said: It doesn't matter, I can wait for him. The old servant looked at me suspiciously, and I said: I am from Mr. Fujisawa. The old servant nodded and opened the door to let me in. I sat down in the living room, and the old servant lit the lamp.

I waited for about half an hour, when I heard the sound of a car outside, I stood up and saw Suzuki coming out of a big black RV driven by a chauffeur. Suzuki was carrying his briefcase, and I hadn't seen him for a few days. He looked haggard, but his body was still upright. It was the same as the impression I had when I first saw him, a professional soldier. I went out of the living room, and just when he came to the house through the garden, I also left the living room. The light was already very dark, but he stood still immediately, he naturally saw me and recognized me. When I stood still with him, there was an extremely embarrassing silence, and I stared at him, waiting for him to attack.

Sure enough, after being silent for half a minute, he shouted in an extremely rough voice: Get out, get out! I already knew that he would definitely have such a cry, so I immediately replied: Yes, Major Kikui. Still standing still while I say that, Masato Suzuki is very different! The words Jujing Shaozuo were like four sharp knives piercing his body, causing his whole body to twitch horribly, his fingers loosened, and the briefcase fell to the ground.His hands waved aimlessly, as if trying to catch something. But that was of no use, he couldn't catch anything. There was an extremely unpleasant gurgling sound from his throat, his face, seen in the darkness, was so pale!

I said coldly again: Major Kikui, or Mr. Taro Kikui, how about we go in and talk? He didn't seem to hear me at all, he just stumbled and walked inward, and I followed behind him. The old servant also came out to meet him. Seeing Suzuki Zhengzhi's appearance at this time, he was shocked, and lost his voice: "Mr. Suzuki I immediately said to the old servant: He is not feeling well, please don't bother me, I think he will recover soon! At that time, Suzuki had already come to a cushion. Originally, he was supposed to sit down with his legs bent, but at this moment, he just fell on the cushion with a bang.As soon as he fell down, he stood up again immediately. The old servant was a little at a loss, so I sternly shouted at him: "Get in quickly!"

The old servant walked in in amazement, and I came to Suzuki: Actually, you don't have to be so afraid, there are many people in your situation, and changing their names and identities is not a big deal! Suzuki's gray lips trembled, and he was speechless for a while. I walked over and poured him a glass of wine. Suzuki took my drink, and because his hands were shaking, he spilled a lot of it, but he swallowed half the glass in one gulp. After he swallowed the wine, his body was still shaking, but he seemed to have calmed down a lot. He looked at me, and his voice was like a dying person moaning.

He said: How much do you know? I took out the photo and handed it to him. He took the photo in his hand, shaking even more, after a long time, he said: That was a long time ago! Without mercy, I said coldly: But time cannot wash away the fear in your heart! He laughed miserably: I'm afraid? I looked directly at him: you are not afraid?what are you then Suzuki's lips trembled for a while before he said: I am not fear, I am pain! I laughed mercilessly: Don't pretend to be a poor lost lamb. If I'm not mistaken, you are a wolf that eats people and doesn't spit out bones. Shao Zuo Kikui, what have you done? What, so that when you see an ordinary Chinese girl, you will faint from panic? From Suzuki's point of view, he had no resistance at all. He walked back and forth, and then sat down again, with his head lowered. Looking at his posture, he looked a bit like a death row prisoner who had already sat on the electric chair. After a long time, he finally said: She looks so much like her! I had already expected this, Tang Waner must be too much like a person, and Suzuki must have done something in the past to be disrespectful to that woman like Tang Waner, that's why he became afraid when he saw Tang Waner. I immediately asked again: Who is that woman? Suzuki raised his head, his eyes were covered with red silk, he seemed to be much older, and there were many sudden wrinkles on his face, his lips were trembling, In his trembling mouth, he murmured: I don't know, I don't know! I didn't feel sorry for him at all, so I walked up to him: Then, you must know what you did to that woman! Suzuki suddenly stood up as if someone had stabbed him forcefully in the ass. He was quite tall, and I came very close to him, so when he stood up, he was almost face to face with me. At that moment, my first reaction was that he was going to fight me, so I immediately clenched my fists, preparing to punch him first if he made a move. abdomen. Suzuki, however, was off the hook.After he stood up, he just looked at me. In his eyes, there was no fierce look of wanting to do something. On the contrary, it was only filled with a kind of deep sadness. He looked at me for a long time with those eyes full of sadness, and then said: Well, you can know, please come with me! As he spoke, I turned around and walked forward. When he was walking forward, his body was no longer upright, but became stooped. As I said earlier, he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, but it was unexpected that he had aged to this extent. I still don't know what he's going to do, but since he told me to follow him, I follow him. We walked out of the living room, down a corridor, and I already knew where he was taking me, the room where Fujisawa and I met in the dark. Before reaching that room, Suzuki moved the door and walked in. I was still following him, and he said in a very dry voice: Please close the door. I moved the door, incense was burning in the room, and there was a very pungent smell. The altar is still there, and the package on the altar is still there. I am familiar with the largest package, because I have brought it to In Fujisawa's office, untie it and take a look. Inside the package were two pieces of clothing. It was in one of the military uniforms that I saw the name Taro Kikui, and that was how I found the past history of Masao Suzuki. At this time, Suzuki came to the altar and knelt down slowly. His hands reached under the curtain of the altar and groped on the ground. After a while, I heard a rattling sound. The cloth also covered his hands, I couldn't see the movement of his hands, but from the sound, he seemed to lift a floor.Then, his hands retracted from behind the curtain, holding a pair of flat square boxes in his hands. When his hands took out the flat square box, they were shaking violently, as if the box he was holding weighed several hundred kilograms.Sure enough, as soon as he let go of his hands, there was a slap, the box fell to the floor, and the others immediately fell down: "Go and see for yourself, I just ask you one thing, after you read it, don't tell it to me." anyone listen! After he finished those two sentences, he fell on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, and after listening to it for a while, he made hair stand on end, inexplicably painful. I don't know what's in that wooden box, but under the current situation, Suzuki has absolutely no ability to resist and no intention to resist, that's for sure. I took a step forward, picked up the wooden box, removed the lid, and saw a diary. On the cover of that diary book, there was a sticker that read Taro Kikui's diary fifteen days after Nanjing entered the city. When I saw this label, I froze for a moment. I immediately glanced at Jujing, only to see that he was still lying on the ground, just like when I sneaked into the house that night, I saw him outside the door. I came to a corner of the room, next to a low table, sat down, turned on a light on the low table, put the diary on the table, and looked at it page by page. Before I flipped through those diaries, the whole room was extremely quiet. Whenever I turned over a page of the diary, the sound I made was enough to startle me. The more I looked down, the colder my palms were sweating, and involuntarily, sweat was constantly oozing from my forehead. I barely finished the diary, but I finished it anyway. When I finished reading it, I just sat there and didn't say a word. I didn't know how long I sat there, and then I slowly took a breath and looked straight at Suzuki. Suzuki was still lying on the ground, motionless, I looked at him for a long, long time, Suzuki probably didn't even know that I was looking at him like this. After a long time, I slowly walked out the door. When I walked out, the sound of my footsteps was very light. It was not that I deliberately stepped lightly, so as not to disturb him, but that my legs were weak and I didn’t have the strength to speak out. The sound of heavy footsteps came. But the sound of my footsteps still alarmed Suzuki. When I came to the door, he suddenly raised his head, as if screaming hoarsely, but his voice was extremely low and hoarse, and he said: Everyone is like that , not just me! I didn't answer his words, because I didn't want to talk at all, I just paused for a while, and then continued to walk out. When I was walking out, I really doubted whether I had the strength to get out of this room. I finally came to the garden. In that garden, there was an exquisitely designed dripping spring, and the water droplets made a sound. I took another deep breath. Then, I sat down and sat on a big rock. At this time, the night was quite deep, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and my thoughts were extremely chaotic. I had to be quiet, and that was why I sat down in Suzuki's garden. When I sat down, I was naturally the first to think of the diary I read just now. What this diary said was only within a month. Taro Kikui may have a very profound literary accomplishment, maybe It was because the facts were too cruel, and he just wrote it down, which made people's hair stand on end and chills all over their bodies. In any case, it is impossible to translate all his diaries. It is not that I do not have the courage, but that there is no place where such bloody and barbaric words can be seen with the public. However, I can't just briefly mention the contents of the diary. If this is the case, it would be too unfair to the victims of that year. After thinking for a long time, I decided that I would take a compromise approach, and ignore other things. I would just pick up a few excerpts of why Suzuki felt scared when he saw Tang Wan'er. At the beginning of a month in Nanjing, Kikui (Suzuki) participated in the massacre. In the first ten days, his diary recorded how he and his colleagues used various methods to kill people, two of which were relatively less cruel, and can be declared as follows: (The following is Kikui Taro's diary, in which I am naturally Kikui Taro.) Killing people seems to be an incomparable joy. It can prove that although I am also a human being, I am superior and can kill other people at will. The Chinese people look similar to us, but they are all low-level people. The sound is like a pig squawking. Today, I single-handedly captured four strong men. The four men were dragged out from the basement of a house. They made vague screams. I tied them with wires and dragged them to the street. At that time, It was no easy task to find four people at once, so when I dragged them to the street, several soldiers rushed over and asked me to let them share the joy of killing. Haha, I found four living people at once, as if they had wealth. A lieutenant was even willing to exchange money for one of the strongest. He said that he invented a new method of killing people, which must be very interesting. How to get a man to give it to him, I gave him one, because I want to see what new method he invented. The lieutenant took out a sharp scale hook from his pocket, and squeezed a man's cheek hard to make the man's mouth open. Then, he hooked the scale hook into the man's mouth and hooked the man's mouth. Tongue, dragging the hook, ran forward wildly, shouting as he ran: "Catch carp!"Catch carp!All the people laughed wildly, the man's tongue was pulled out several inches long, he let out a miserable howl, it was really happy to hear it, but unfortunately the man died before it was dragged out for a long time, several soldiers climbed up a It is a new experience that a person's tongue can support a person's weight. Killing people seems to make people crazy, and only one of the four people was killed by me. I stomped on his lower abdomen with my boots, blood spurted from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and I got applause. Today, I participated in the work of burying prisoners alive. The big pit was dug by the captives themselves. It is really unimaginable that they obediently dug the pit for burying themselves alive. Burying alive is actually not exciting at all, or the method of killing people we have come up with is much newer than burying alive.The only exciting thing is that we can see the death of thousands of people. We all hope that thousands of people will cry together before they die, but there is no such thing. When people are pushed into the pit, they make a sound Rarely, it was because they had been beaten so badly that they were almost on the brink of death. But we still found some new stimuli, one by one to bury alive, when the soil filled his chest, we could already see that person opened his mouth wide, the air and blood shot out together, the soil filled his neck, his eyes dripping with blood Still flipping, which is much more fun anyway! At night, in the barracks, what Lieutenant Zhuang said caused a burst of laughter. He said that because he had raped too many times, he was afraid that he would not be able to have a normal sex life in the future. The stimulation of rape is different, especially in rape After that, kill the woman again! I am somewhat different from them, or because I am shy, I have never participated in a group rape of a woman, and in the end, it was almost a corpse rape.But of course, I also have my way. How many women have I raped so far?Twenty, no, twenty-two, of course there will be more, but it is already very difficult to find. It is the supreme glory of a soldier to step on the conquered land with leather boots. Today is even more memorable. I found a woman, and I was the only one who found it, and no one else shared it. I came here on purpose to find a woman. The smell of dead people and blood everywhere in the street seemed to make people want women even more crazily. I just stepped into the four alleys, and I saw the back of a woman flashing into a building. room.I thought I was dazzled, because there was no one in the houses on both sides of the alley, and all the people were killed, leaving empty houses, but I did see a woman wearing a blue cheongsam, and I ran over , ran into the house, shouting loudly. No one answered me, I searched from room to room, and finally knocked open a door, the woman huddled in the corner, I am so lucky, the woman is very young, although her face is pale, but she is indeed a beauty, I walked step by step approaching her, pulling her hair, she screamed. What Lieutenant Zhuang said is good, we are not used to the normal way, her scream aroused my great excitement, I started to take off her clothes In Kikui Taro's diary, he described in detail how he abused and tortured that woman in various ways in the next three days, and finally killed her. There are nearly ten thousand diaries in these three days. Naturally, I can't describe it, it can be said to be the most barbaric description in the world.In Kikui Taro’s diary, it can be seen that during these three days, he was extremely satisfied, animalistic satisfaction, but after he killed the woman, he described it like that (the following is Kikui Taro again diary): I stood in front of the woman's body, she was no longer human, just a pile of flesh and blood, many places were scorched, but her face was still intact, she was very beautiful, that pale face seemed so calm, it made me tremble , what am I afraid of?I am a conqueror, and I will find other women, and continue to kill, I am a conqueror. But for some reason, I took the woman's clothes and took off my military uniform, thinking I would keep them, and when I left the house, I trembled, as if I had heard the woman still screaming, I heard her screaming, this is wrong, I want to be like them, I want to go back to the camp and tell everything so they can boast of me. I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything, my subordinate thought I was thinking of a woman, he gave me a girl who was only thirteen years old, he found it, and when they were gang-raping the girl, I heard that scream again cry. It seems meaningless to quote Kikui Taro’s diary any more. In a word, Kikui Taro, today’s Suzuki Masao, was a direct participant in the Nanjing Massacre that shocked the whole world. How many women have been raped, but the one who left the deepest impression is the woman in Sitiaoxiang, because he possessed that woman alone for three days and three nights.This woman died under Jujing's extremely cruel torture. As for who the woman was, no one knew. During the Nanjing Massacre, the Japanese devils massacred hundreds of thousands of Chinese. How could those hundreds of thousands of Chinese keep their names?Their blood clotted together, and their bodies were piled up together. It seemed that they were no longer human beings, but toys for devils and beast soldiers looking for new excitement. It can only be assumed that the woman is a distant relative of Tang Wan'er. Tang Wan'er is from Nanjing. Based on Tang Wan'er's age, she was just a baby at that time. According to Ju Jing's account, the woman seemed to have just given birth. In Kikui's diary, he recorded in detail how he squeezed milk from the woman's breast. And Tang Wan'er is an orphan. Therefore, it can be inferred that Tang Wan'er's appearance must be very similar to that woman's, that's why Suzuki Zhengzhi was so terrified when he saw Tang Wan'er all of a sudden. Naturally, there is no need to talk to Tang Wan'er about all this, she doesn't know about it at all, so let her continue ignoring it. Kikui changed his name to Suzuki Masao, naturally because he has a deep sense of guilt. His sense of guilt may have been concealed by his crazy behavior during the war, but when the war ended and he returned to normal society, he could no longer hide it. No one knows his past, he has become a successful industrialist, he knows his past, he can't get rid of the shadow of brutal and cruel behavior in the past, he feels that it is almost impossible to be a normal person. I don't think he is repenting for his past actions, or he is hoping that the war will come again, because people like him can only feel normal and feel at home in war. I am not a psychoanalyst, and some of the above analysis are just my own opinions. If I am willing to talk to Suzuki in detail, then maybe I can come to a conclusion. However, after reading his diary, even if I was asked to look at him more, I would still be sick, how can I talk to him in detail? After a long time, I walked out of the garden and returned to the hotel. That night, I was half asleep and half awake, and spent a series of nightmares. The next morning, I packed my luggage and prepared to leave. When I came to the hotel lobby with my suitcase, Fujisawa walked over to me. From his expression, I could see that something important must have happened. He came straight to me: Mr. Wei, Mr. Masao Suzuki committed suicide! I was unresponsive, and although the news came out of the blue to me, I was still unresponsive. Fujisawa frowned: Why did he commit suicide?How disheartening, he didn't commit suicide by traditional seppuku, but hanged himself! At that moment, I really wanted to hit Fujisawa hard with the greatest force in my life! Fujisawa was not responsible for the Japanese war of aggression against China, because he was still young at the time, but his kind of thinking, I am afraid that one day, it will constitute another crazy war. But I finally held back, I just kept silent, turned sideways, walked by his side, and left the hotel. Fujisawa was behind me, and seemed to shout something again, but I didn't listen to him at all, because I realized that he and I were not in the same category at all. He was still obsessed with the traditional Bushido spirit. What can I say? After returning home, I had to repeat the matter to Bai Su, and then we discussed why Suzuki committed suicide. Bai Su sighed: The Japanese devils are not having a good time, do you think they don't feel sad after killing someone? I sneered: Do you think Suzuki's suicide was because he had remorse and felt uneasy? Bai Su obviously didn't want to argue with me on this matter, she just said: The fact is that he committed suicide, it is not easy for a person to make up his mind to commit suicide. I don't want to argue anymore, because this matter is really ugly. Xiao Guo asked me about the result of my trip to Tokyo, but I didn't tell him, because he and Tang Wan'er were so close that they couldn't see each other for a day. This matter, come to an end.The last thing I want to say is that no matter what the reason for Suzuki Masago's suicide is, I don't want to go into it, but I have to make it clear that when I describe this incident, I definitely don't think that Suzuki Masago is an extremely bad Japanese devil.Among the Japanese devils, it is considered good. At least after killing someone, he will still be afraid when he sees the murdered person. However, how many Japanese devils have committed unforgivable crimes during the war, and they are a little ashamed Heart of fear?Not at all, they are even planning new aggressions, new crimes! Many years have passed since the war, should we remember what we suffered during the war, or smile at those who will inflict it on us during the war, as I said at the beginning, everyone can Use your judgment and decide for yourself. But don't forget, the fact that you can't make any changes is that the Japanese devils once slaughtered the Chinese people like pigs and dogs. You may think that the Chinese people should be killed, but you must never deny this fact! After the devil finished writing, he was thinking about how to start the next article about the old cat, because the old cat is a very weird and weird thing, and he has never written about it before, so it is quite troublesome. At this moment, several uninvited guests came to visit us suddenly, and one of them was straightforward, and said at the first sentence: Wesley, your novel is getting worse and worse. How can this devil be regarded as a science fiction novel? ? Then, the rest of the people did not allow me to speak, so they discussed together, and the result of their discussion was: devils are not science fiction. I waited until they finished speaking, and then said: Originally, in my plan, Kikui Taro's diary should occupy at least half of it. In the diary, I was going to write in detail how Kikui Taro used all kinds of cruel methods against that woman. However, the plan was temporarily changed. A friend asked: why? I sighed, and said: To describe in detail how the Japanese devils abused our female compatriots, my hands trembled when I wrote it. Anyway, it is not a pleasant thing, so I will briefly mention it instead. Never mind. The friend said again: So, it is obviously not a science fiction novel, how do you explain it? I smiled and said, "Who says it's not a fantasy novel?"In my novel, I wrote about a Japanese soldier who felt guilty and terrified because he participated in the Nanjing Massacre, and even knelt before the altar all day long, suffering in pain, but in fact, have you ever seen such a conscientious Japanese devil? Devils are fantasy novels after all!The visitor is speechless. (The devil's full text is over)