…
Yuta Aso, who had just screamed, his expression froze.
He looked at the Northeastern Army walking towards him, his brows knitted together, "I'm just a reporter!"
"You can't treat journalists like this."
Yuta Aso backed up nervously.
He retreated into the crowd of reporters and turned to look at the people holding cameras around him. "Please help me, I'm just revealing the truth to the world."
“Don’t believe the stupid lies of the Chinese!!”
…
There was silence in the square inside Zhongma City Prison.
Both Chinese and foreign reporters were holding their own cameras in their hands. They glanced at the monster and stared intently at the man who had just spoken so brazenly and was now breaking down and begging for mercy.
None of the reporters or foreign missionaries present raised their cameras to take pictures or record him.
Human lives are equal.
It is unforgivable to use pathological research and medical exploration to justify brutal killings! !
Zhang Tianhai, leader of the 101st Division Independent Regiment, walked up to Aso Yutai with his men.
His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and then he punched Yuta Aso in the face with a bang.
boom!
Yuta Aso fell to the ground with a thud.
Only the frame remained of the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.
Yuta Aso fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
He put his elbows and wrists on the ground with both arms, trying to use the force to stand up.
But he found that no matter what, he couldn't exert any effort.
Zhang Tianhai stood aside and said, "Take him away."
"yes!"
…
Two guards stepped forward and grabbed Aso Yutai's arm and pulled him to Ye Anran.
Aso Yutai's face was solemn.
He looked up at Ye Anran, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a reporter!!"
"I have the right to speak!!"
"You can't abuse me like this."
…
Aso Yutai stared directly at Ye Anran.
"Are you, the Northeast Field Army, trying to disregard human life in front of many international reporters?!"
Ye Anran:......
He stood in front of Aso Yutai.
Very confused.
He looked up at the Chinese people present, the Chinese Foreign Consul in the Puppetry, and he said with confusion: "Just now, this reporter made it clear that what the Chicken Man did in Zhongma City Prison was Things are all related to human pathology and life research.”
"What a glorious example?"
Ye Anran lowered his head and looked at Aso Yutai, who had a face as pale as clay, "When it's your turn to study human pathology and life, how can you say that I am disregarding human life?!"
The whole audience was silent.
Yuta Aso swallowed.
A trace of despair flashed in his eyes.
now.
He finally realized that he had messed with the wrong person.
In the past, with his status as a reporter for the Kyoto Daily News, he could eat in Bingcheng without paying.
In any shot, he could find the preferential treatment given by the Locust to the people of Northeast China.
A Kwantung Army officer holding candy to a Chinese child on the roadside.
The locust army "happily" took photos with the Chinese people.
He felt that it was the Kwantung Army that brought salvation to the people in this city.
Yuta Aso lay in the snow nest, breathing in the cold air.
He stared at Ye Anran, "I am a citizen of Foot Pot Chicken, a war correspondent, protected by international conventions."
"Please let me go..."
…
Ye Anran frowned the whole time, listening to Aso Yutai's "speech".
Looking at his white face, Ye Anran felt sick.
He looked up at the crowd.
"Who is the doctor at Bingcheng Hospital?"
…
soon.
Five doctors from Bingcheng Hospital took a step forward.
They faced Ye Anran and bowed.
Before coming to prison, Ye Anran specially sent people to Bingcheng Hospital and "invited" several footbath doctors.
These so called doctors.
In fact, they are all full-time doctors of the Manchurian 659th Unit.
Many of them participated in the human experiments in Zhongma City Prison.
Ye Anran looked at five doctors wearing white coats.
"Please take him down, please."
"Think of what I just said, all the projects you have done on the Chinese people..."
"If you can't miss something, do it for him again."
…
At the end of the sentence, Ye Anran's eyes were filled with anger. He pointed at several doctors and said solemnly: "If he feels comfortable, you will be in misery."
…
The five doctors from Bingcheng Hospital were frightened.
They looked at each other, then bowed deeply to Ye Anran, "Hai."
…
The guard of the Independent Regiment grabbed Yuta Aso's arm and dragged him towards the laboratory.
The people blocking the door of the laboratory all gave way.
Five Japanese doctors followed Aso Yutai.
Their expressions were solemn, and no one dared to speak.
A few minutes passed.
"ah……"
A miserable, terrifying cry came from the laboratory.
The people gathered outside the laboratory were so scared that their faces were livid.
They all wanted to know what was going on in the laboratory, but no one had the courage to turn around and take a look.
Ye Anran stood quietly in Zhongma City Prison.
He looked at the gloomy sky and listened to the howling of the north wind.
For a moment...
He felt that the people who had been trapped here were back.
About 25 minutes passed.
When the five of them went in, a doctor in a white coat came out.
Their white coats were stained with scarlet blood.
Everyone's face was covered with red blood spots.
Until Zhang Tianhai's people used furnace hooks to drag a dying, hideous, and extremely abstract corpse out of the laboratory.
The reporters standing in the courtyard hid aside in fear.
Some people with shallow stomachs hid in corners and vomited like crazy.
…
Ye Anran glanced at the body lying on the snow.
He looked up at all the reporters present.
"Excuse me, does anyone else among you think that the heinous atrocities committed by the Kwantung Army are the salvation of mankind?"
…
There was silence in the Zhongma City Prison.
No one even dared to look up and look at Ye Anran.
Beside Ye Anran, Zhang Xiaoliu was holding a large blade and was covered in blood. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the "gentlemen", "reporters" and "consuls" huddled together in front of him.
His mouth was pouted, and he glanced at Ye Anran from the corner of his eye.
He admired Ye Anran's decisiveness.
I admire him even more for his courage to do anything! !
Ye Anran didn't know what the people around him were thinking.
But he knows.
What should he do.
He raised his breath and said in a deep voice: "If everyone still has some conscience and some bottom line, please tell the world about the darkness that happened in a certain corner of the Ice City of China, under the control of the Kwantung Army!!"
"On behalf of the Northeast Field Army and the victims of the Japanese atrocities, I would like to express my gratitude to you."
…
Ye Anran adjusted his collar.
He bowed deeply to everyone present.
The people crowded together looked up at Ye Anran.
It seems.
Him at this moment.
He suddenly became gentle, completely different from the decisive killing just now.
