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The first thousand one hundred and forty first chapters are ghosts

"In his diary, Higashiro wrote in detail about the burning, murder, rape, and plunder that he personally participated in and saw during the capture of Nanjing with his troops. He said that as long as he saw the hidden woman, he would commit 100% of the violation; not one person, but five people, and finally burned him to death. This is how they felt in their hearts at that time. "If there are too many people, they will not feel guilty." Do you know how he described the behavior of those women in the Japanese army? "

"How to describe it?" Qiao Feng heard that five people were burned to death and could not suppress his anger, but he was very curious when he was burned in anger.

He knew it was definitely not a good adjective, because the Japanese army was beastly at that time, even those Japanese themselves knew it was inhumane, but they basically would not admit it.

He wanted to know how this remorseful Toshiro would evaluate their beastly behavior back then.

Can the words really be used to get close to their cruelty and inhumanity back then?

If not, then this person’s repentance may not be much sincere.

"Tongshiro said that they were like "Shuto Boys" back then, dragging those girls who were so scared that they were silenced or cried and struggled to the dark place..." Ling Feng pursed his lips and said.

"Shuto Boy"? Qiao Feng looked confused and had no idea what this was or what it meant.

Ling Feng nodded, saying that Qiao Feng was right, and then explained: "When I read Dongshiro's diary, I didn't know what it meant. I was as curious as Mr. Qiao, so I checked some information. Mr. Qiao, you know, Taiwan has been occupied by Japan for a long time, so these things are easier to check. As a result, I found that this Shuitun Boy is a very famous legendary monster among Japanese folks. And it is a monster with a handsome boy's appearance."

"Ha." Qiao Feng sneered: "What, this Dongshiro is actually beautifying the Japanese army back then."

"No, no." Ling Feng shook his head quickly: "Being handsome is not the point. The point is that this monster gathered a group of evil ghosts. They did everything evil: they built an iron-cast palace privately, sneaked into the homes of rich people at night and stole treasures, and kidnapped women and children as food for their mouths. He also particularly likes virgins. He would jianyin women first, and then cut them down to make food. He was a real virgin killer. Because he was addicted to alcohol, he was called Shuiten Boy."

"Is it a monster?" Qiao Feng nodded and said, "Then Dongshiro's description is quite appropriate. The Japanese are indeed not human."

Unexpectedly, Ling Feng shook his head again: "Mr. Qiao is wrong again."

"Where is wrong? Isn't that the meaning?" Qiao Feng looked puzzled. He didn't think he had understood it wrong.

"The meaning is always the same. But the saying of monsters is actually not so accurate. Because in Japanese legends, ghosts are like to call boys, and this Shuitun boy is considered to be the "king of a hundred ghosts". Therefore, just like we call Japanese devils, Higashiro also believes that what they did back then was like evil ghosts, and they were the most evil kings of a hundred ghosts. Both are the same type, neither of them is human, and they are not human affairs."

After hearing Ling Feng’s explanation, Qiao Feng snorted and laughed: “It seems that Dong Shilang really regrets.”

Ling Feng nodded and said, "And as far as I know, a few years ago, it should be 87. When I first started to prepare for the 8,000-mile road clouds and moon to the mainland, the 50th anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre of Japanese invaders in China, Hiroshiro also came to Nanjing from Japan to participate in the commemorative activities."

"I didn't hear anyone talking about this." After saying that, Qiao Feng couldn't help laughing at himself, because he suddenly realized that it was normal for him to not know that this matter was normal. First, he had not asked someone to investigate related matters, and second, he went to Nanjing, and more of the films of the Thirteen Flowers of Jinling, and he had never asked about related matters. Naturally, others would not take the initiative to talk to him about Dong Shilang. Third, the information about the massacre that finally made people check contains Dong Shilang's diary, but he hasn't read it yet.

No one can blame this.

After joking himself, Qiao Feng slapped the table hard and said loudly: "It's him. Just this Dongshiro, he can be so remorseful and willing to stand up and confirm the crimes of the Japanese army during the Nanjing Massacre. In addition, the diaries and images of our survivors of the Nanjing Massacre and foreign friends Rabe, Weiterin, Maji, etc., have been confirmed by several parties. I believe that it will definitely allow more people in the international world to understand and believe in the real existence of the Nanjing Massacre, so that they know what inhumane crimes Japan committed in our country back then. Thank you Mr. Ling."

Qiao Feng was very grateful to Ling Feng for his help. He knew that without Ling Feng's reminder and advice, his plan would also cause a sensation in the Nanjing Massacre internationally, but the waves that caused were definitely far less violent than those of Dongshiro.

At least, the authenticity is greatly reduced by foreigners who never knew or just knew about the Nanjing Massacre.

But with Higashiro coming forward, one of the former parties admitted it. Then, even if more Japanese people still refuse, they can only give others a feeling of being stubborn and never repent.

And being able to do this, Qiao Feng felt that it would be a great victory.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Ling Feng said, "You're welcome, but he was very polite."

No credit for anything.

"After Mr. Ling finished filming in Jiangsu, which province will he go to next stop?" Qiao Feng smiled and did not continue to be polite, but asked curiously.

"The next stop is ready to go to Anhui near you." Ling Feng pointed to the west.

"Anhui, that's a good place." Qiao Feng smiled.

"Yes, every inch of the motherland is a good place." Ling Feng was very impressed: "The mountains are good, and the rivers are good."

Qiao Feng nodded: "Well, they are all good. So, Mr. Ling, have you ever thought of shooting a documentary in a certain aspect, such as food."

"We have photographed the food. Isn't it just filming the delicious food of the Qinhuai River just now?" Ling Feng was unhappy: "Why, Mr. Qiao thinks that the clouds and moons in the eight thousand miles are too wide, and they are transformed into a big way?"

He was under tremendous pressure to film the 8,000-mile road clouds and moons. He worked hard to make a move, and Taiwan is still banning him.

In other words, the eight thousand miles of Lu Yun and Yue do not involve politics, and it is broadcast on Taiwan TV, so he can only show his face on Taiwan TV.

Other times, he can't go to TV.

In order to support him and prevent him from being forgotten by the audience, his friends like Fei Yuqing, Zhang Fei's brothers and Gao Lingfeng often imitate him to sing or host on the show.

"Of course not. The clouds and moons of eight thousand miles are very good. They can allow Taiwanese compatriots to appreciate the magnificence and beauty of the motherland's mountains and rivers, and let them understand the real mainland mountains and waters, people and things. They greatly embody the feelings of Taiwanese compatriots for their motherland."

Qiao Feng quickly explained: "Because the shooting is all-round, it is not so detailed when it is refined into a certain aspect. For example, the food in Wanqinglou you just photographed just now. Taiwanese audiences may be very interested in why those snacks can be called the Eight Great Masters of Qinhuai. What are the stories, what is said, and what ingredients are used. Right, what is the most important thing for people to live, of course, is food, clothing, housing and transportation. This food aspect can reflect the living conditions of mainland compatriots and can also make many Taiwanese people have emotional and taste buds emotional resonance."

After saying that, Qiao Feng looked at Ling Feng.

The reason why he asked Ling Feng to shoot another documentary was actually because he knew Ling Feng's situation. Ling Feng's suggestion just now helped him, and he also wanted to help Ling Feng and repay his kindness.

However, Qiao Feng cannot say that you are in a bad situation now. I will help you. You will continue to shoot documentaries in the mainland and then after that, I will pay you a salary and give you more money.

That won't be a gift.

Ling Feng didn't know that Qiao Feng had such thoughts, but he also felt that what Qiao Feng said was quite reasonable. Whether it was humanistic, landscape, food, or living, he did try it out easily.

For those viewers who want to have a deeper understanding, they are really scratching the itchy way through the shoe, but they feel even more itchy.

"Mr. Qiao's words make sense. I have to think about it carefully when I go back." Ling Feng smiled after pondering: "I also want to thank Mr. Qiao for his advice."

"No, I don't dare to be a guide. I just think that the documentary made by Mr. Ling is very good and has great ideas. I want to cooperate with you. If you want to shoot detailed documentaries, remember to find me, pineapple platform and TVB, and are very willing to invest."

"For this reason, I am so thankful to Mr. Qiao." Ling Feng was full of surprise when he heard this.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

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