Lying down to the underworld starts: Oops, I’m dead

Dongqing had just come out of the police station. Xiaoya saw him outside and quickly handed him the water in his hand. Dongqing took it and drank it in big gulps.

"Drink slowly, how about that? Have you found it?"

Dongqing took a big sip of water and took a breath, then shook his head under Xiaoya's expectant gaze.

"Alas, so many years have passed, she only knows that the man's surname is Jin, but she doesn't know his full name, and the police can't do anything either."

Xiaoya was a little disappointed after hearing this, but she thought of something and asked Dongqing.

"Hey, didn't you say that a foreign journalist took photos of you?"

"what"

After hearing Dongqing's answer, Xiaoya looked thoughtful and then spoke slowly.

"I think we should look for more. There shouldn't be many foreign journalists taking photos in China during that era. Hey, Lin Zheng, don't just stand there and watch. Give us some advice."

Xiao Ya looked at Lin Zheng who was standing aside silently and was very dissatisfied. It was clear that there were three people who came out but only two of them were thinking and doing things, and Lin Zheng was just watching the show.

"By the way, Lin Zheng, you should have lived for a long time like Zhao Li, right? Do you know these things?"

Dongqing and Xiaoya looked at Lin Zheng, and Dongqing even consulted Lin Zheng. He thought that Lin Zheng should have experienced those things like Zhao Li and might know.

"Don't ask me. In fact, I haven't walked in this world for hundreds of years. I only came back recently. But since you have an idea, why don't you look for it according to your idea?"

After hearing what Lin Zheng said, Xiaoya and Dongqing had nothing to say, and they found a store. In the store, Xiaoya took out her tablet and searched for photos from those years. She searched for a long time and actually found something.

"Hey, Holly Linzheng, look, doesn't this look like holly?"

Xiaoya took a photo and compared it with Dongqing. They did look very similar. Dongqing quickly asked to see the information of the reporter who took the photo.

“Let’s see what other information there is.”

“This was taken by an American journalist in 1942.”

When Dongqing heard the time Xiaoya mentioned, he sighed, it seemed like such a long time.

“70 years”

"Oh, yes, it's been so long that the information is long gone. This photo can only prove that there was indeed a Jin's barber shop at the location of convenience store No. 444 70 years ago. Oh, that girl said that Jin went to the battlefield. Do you think Jin has died on the battlefield?"

Lin Zheng knew that Xiaoya had guessed the truth of the matter, and Dong Qing also knew that this was indeed a possibility, and he looked helpless.

"Forget it, we don't know her name. After so many years of the war, there must be many martyrs with the last name Jin."

The two discussed for a long time but ended up returning to the convenience store with nothing. As they walked, Xiaoya remembered today's date.

"Today is his last day. How can you bear to let him go like this? It's been 70 years."

After hearing Xiaoya's words, Dongqing felt very reluctant but he was also very helpless.

"There's nothing we can do about it. The chances of finding it are too small. It's been more than 70 years. Who would still remember the barber, Master Jin, who used to work at the convenience store No. 444?"

“Even if it disappears in time and is buried in history, the people will remember it, the tradition will remember it, and even that child will remember it.”

Lin Zheng, who was walking behind him, suddenly spoke. Xiaoya and Dongqing looked at him with surprise.

"Lin Zheng, Lin Zheng, do you know something?"

"I don't know, but the kid knows, right, kid"

Lin Zheng pointed at the child holding the football. The child was also a little confused, but still understood who they were asking.

"Hey, are you talking about the Golden Scissors Ah Jin?"

"Golden Scissors Ajin"

Dongqing's face lit up with joy. The child really knew that. When the child saw Dongqing and the others were looking for Ajin, he told Dongqing what he knew.

"Yes, convenience store No. 444 was the barber shop of Ajin the Golden Scissors many years ago. Are you talking about him?"

"Hey, it happened decades ago, how do you know about it when you are so young?"

Xiaoya was a little surprised. How could such a young child know that?

"My mother told me that many people on this street knew Ajin, the Golden Scissors. He organized mass parades and led many young people to the front lines to fight the Japanese. He was an anti-Japanese hero."

After hearing what the child said, Dong Qing and Xiao Ya finally understood why Lin Zheng said that just now.

Indeed, even if a long time has passed, people will remember and pass on what the heroes have done.

"Then do you know what happened to Ajin in the end?"

“I don’t know, but my mother should know.”

Under the guidance of the child, Dongqing and a few others followed the child and his mother and asked questions all the way until they arrived at an old man's home.

“I didn’t expect that after 70 years, someone would still come to look for Ah Jin.”

The old man was very moved and at the same time felt relieved. It turned out that no one would forget the heroic deeds.

"Were you familiar with him?"

"Yes, very familiar. 70 years ago, it was he who led a group of us young men to find the big army and join the army to fight against the Japanese. He was our teacher, friend, and comrade-in-arms."

After hearing the old man's answer, Dongqing knew that the old man must know what happened to Ajin in the end.

"Then do you know when Ajin finally died?"

"Hey, it seems to be the year we found the main force."

After hearing this, Dongqing understood and knew what year it was.

“It was 1942.”

"Well, it seems so."

It has been too long and the old man's memory is a little fuzzy, but he still remembers that when Dongqing heard what the old man said, he knew it but he was still a little confused.

"Look, many old people on this street know about Ajin's story, but why is there no record of him in the book of anti-Japanese heroes?"

"There are so many heroes. It doesn't matter whether they are recorded or not. People will never forget them."

After hearing what the old man said, Dongqing also sighed, but Xiaoya took the opportunity to ask another question.

"Hey, did you know that Ah Jin has a lover?"

Xiaoya's words caused the old man to ponder for a while, and then the old man took Dongqing and Xiaoya to their storage room and asked Dongqing to get a box down.

After listening to the old man's introduction, Dongqing and the others realized that this was Ajin's thing and that it was used by Ajin to cut hair.

"I managed to collect these things after I came back and have kept them until now. I have to clean this hair trimmer every two years for fear that it will rust. Hey, there is also a small box underneath."

After the old man's introduction, Tokyo took out the small box and handed it to the old man. The old man said that it was Ajin's relic. He opened the box and found a photo with blood stains inside.

"The blood on this is from Ajin. He has been hiding this photo in his left chest pocket."

“That’s where the heart is.”

"It's a pity that this photo couldn't stop the bullet"