lanterns illuminate rivers and mountains

A week later, Yokohama.

The morning sun is warm and warm, the sparkling water pattern of the pond is reflected on the promenade, and there is a slight wave of light floating on the bluestone.

Suddenly there was a noise from far to near, and several servants tried to stop Kurosawa, but were quickly pushed aside by the bodyguards brought by Kurosawa.

The butler followed in fear, running almost to his deathbed: "Mr. Heisawa! The young master of Shandi said that he would be alone for an hour, no matter who comes, please don't disturb him! Why don't you wait for a while, soon..."

A bodyguard quickly pushed him away, Kurosawa didn't even look at him, went straight to a Japanese room at the end of the long corridor, and kicked the door hard with a bang.

Shocked, Shan Diren quickly put away a half-person-high scroll in front of him: "Who?"

Kurosawa didn't care what he was doing, walked over and threw a roll of photocopied documents in front of him with a snap.

Shan Diren opened it and looked: "Isn't this the family tree and family rank of the Shan Di family? Last week I heard that my cousin ran into your old house and took the family tree by force in spite of the obstruction. I was almost annoyed at this." My own uncle died..."

"That's your great-uncle. My mother severed ties with the Mountain family 30 years ago."

Shan Diren laughed and dragged his tone: "Okay—whatever you say is what you say. Then, my respected cousin, what do you mean by showing me this?"

With a cold face, Kurosawa flipped to a page among the family ranks, and pointed heavily at the words he had drawn with a red pen.

"During the Sino-Japanese War, Wu Lang, the eldest son of the mountain viscount, was assassinated by the Chinese on the battlefield—is there any mistake?"

Kurosawa took out a few more photocopies from the archives, which turned out to be old newspapers that were yellowed and blurred. Jin Shandi squinted his eyes and looked at them for a long time before he barely recognized it as a telegram from a British newspaper during the Sino-Japanese War.

Shan Diren laughed: "Where did you get this kind of thing?"

With a clatter, Kurosawa grabbed Shandi Jin's collar, and said in a low and cold voice, "You might as well wait until you finish reading the report before laughing."

Shandi looked back at him coldly, and after a few seconds of stalemate, Kurosawa pushed him back onto the chair heavily.

During the Sino-Japanese War, after the Lushun massacre that shocked the world, the Japanese military strictly controlled the local newspapers, and even bribed the British Reuters to publicize that the Japanese army "did not massacre a single person" in Lushun, China.A British reporter sent a detailed report on the Lushun massacre from Shanghai, but it was rejected by Reuters and discarded.

Kurosawa spent a lot of money and countless manpower and material resources to find the photocopy of the telegram manuscript from that year, but it is a pity that it is already incomplete.

But even this incomplete report was enough to shock him. After asking the descendants of the Japanese soldiers for verification, he was so shocked that he couldn't sleep all night.

"'One-Eyed General' Shandi Motoji's eldest son Takero was killed by Chinese assassins in the barracks... The barracks rioted that night, and the assassins killed more than [-] soldiers... The musketeers were dispatched, and after a whole night, they drove the assassins off the cliff at dawn. There are no bones left..."

Jin Shandi read all the way to the end in fluent English, and his cynical expression suddenly froze.

His voice was getting smaller and smaller, as if a stone was stuck in his throat, and finally he could only make a ridiculous gurgling sound.

Due to multiple photocopies, the handwriting on the old paper is incomplete, but the intermittent sentence written by the British reporter more than 100 years ago can still be seen on the yellowed corner: "It is reported that after Motoji Yamaji learned of the death of his son... Furious, he ordered a house-to-house investigation... The assassin was a young Chinese man who went before his death... Claiming to be Ye Zhen, the No. 13 son of the Ye family in Lushun....Because Lushun was no longer inhabited, it finally disappeared...Intention The corpse of the whip, the bones of the assassin disappeared mysteriously... Its cruel atrocities, the skin of the Mongolian name, really has the muscles and bones of a beast..."

The piece of paper slipped from Shandiren's hand and fluttered onto the table.

"Kurosawagawa," Yamajiren said with a livid face, "you think this kind of mystical stuff is fun, don't you?"

Kurosawa was condescending and said nothing.

"You think I don't know that you have been obsessed with that kid ever since you saw him, so you didn't hesitate to send us back to the country so that you can go to the hospital to see him? That kid is mentally disturbed at first glance! What Lushun Ye Family No. 13 son, you How do you know that he didn't come here to play tricks on us by using the name of his predecessors?"

"I don't refute your previous sentence, and the latter sentence is also my question. For this reason, I visited the descendants of the adjutant Yuanzhi Shandi. The adjutant's brother was stabbed to death by Ye Zhen in the barracks. In order to vent his anger, he It is suggested that Shandi Yuanzhi find Ye Zhen's remains and flog the corpse, but a group of people searched down the mountain for three days and did not find half a bone..."

"Maybe it fell down the mountain and was picked up by wolves!"

"...it was as if he was shot and fell off the cliff, but his body fell into another dimension in mid-air, so no one could find half of his hair at the foot of the mountain. This incident puzzled the adjutant for a long time , I will never forget it until I die.”

Hazel paused for a moment, staring closely at Shandi Jin's eyes.

"You haven't talked to Ye Zhen, but I have. When I met him for the first time, I saw him kneeling and crying in front of Wanzhong's tomb in the Lushun Massacre Memorial Hall. Crying in front of Wanzhong's tomb is really the first time I have ever seen in my life."

Shan Diren's hands and feet felt cold, and he said hoarsely after a while: "Impossible, I don't believe it."

"We mobilized all the connections we could in China, no one knows where Ye Zhen came from. Have you ever wondered why he was adopted by Long Jiwei? He said his parents were killed by the Japanese , and he killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers, you know?"

When Shan Diren heard the word Long Jiwei, he was shocked.

"If it's really him," Kurosawa said calmly while picking up the copy, stuffing it into a folder: "Then after a hundred years, I don't believe he can spare the descendants of the one-eyed general, Yamaji Motoji. Obtaining the title of Viscount by killing many Chinese people, I am afraid that he would never have imagined that his descendants would have such a day."

Kurosawa turned and left with the folder in hand, and Jin Shandi suddenly got up: "Where are you going?"

"Go back to China."

"——What are you doing in China?!"

"Go and find Ye Zhen." Hei Ze walked out of the gate without looking back, only to hear the voice of ridicule floating in the distance: "—I never forget him, didn't you even see that?"