Chapter 2: Return My Phone

  "Do you want to confess something?" "Then what do you think I can confess?"

  The meaning of "disaster comes from the mouth" was understood by Qin Wei, but this "understanding" had always been on paper. He did not expect that he would encounter a similar situation in his lifetime, and even less expected it to happen so quickly... A casual remark was firmly remembered by Little Li's small patrol police officer. Afterwards, the patrol police officer's report was passed up through the shortest possible time, from the team leader of the patrol police team, to the team leader, then to the branch bureau chief, and finally to the hands of Dongfang Bai, the deputy director of the Chongqing Police Department. Then, it was reported by Dongfang Bai to Xu Zhongqi, the newly appointed police chief who had just taken office for a short time, and then reported to Jiang Zhiyue, the mayor of Chongqing who had also been in office for less than two months. Knowing that the matter was important, Jiang Zhiyue immediately reported it to his superior, Chiang Kai-shek, the chairman of the Military Affairs Commission of the Republic of China. Then, within ten minutes, Chiang Kai-shek's orders were transmitted through Dai Li, the newly appointed director of the Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the National Government's Military Affairs Commission, to Zheng Jieming, the secretary-general who was responsible for the entire military intelligence agency's relocation in Chongqing. Finally, Zheng Jieming "invited" him from the police station's "VIP room" to Room 19, Ro House Bay, the cipher room of the military intelligence agency. "Do you need to explain anything?" "But I really don't know what I need to explain." Qin Wei looked puzzled. He had a vague impression of the name Zheng Jieming, but he couldn't think of anything... But he knew that he had already been brought into the military intelligence agency. Although the other side was always gentle and polite, and didn't make any extreme moves, not even entering an interrogation room, but instead inviting him to drink tea in a reception room. However, this was the military intelligence agency! During the entire Anti-Japanese War, it was the most powerful secret service organization on the Chinese side. In later years, the reputation of the military intelligence agency surpassed all Chinese intelligence agencies. Although in many TV dramas and movies, the underground party ultimately won out, who doesn't know that's because the People's Liberation Army ultimately won?

  "If you can't remember, then let me remind you... the matter of those 300,000 people in Nanjing!"

  "Is it just because of that casual remark that you've arrested me?"

  "Mr. Qin smiled and said, 'We just asked you to clarify the situation. Moreover... we don't think that was a casual remark of yours. You should know that since the Japanese army occupied Nanjing, there have been rumors of a massacre, but these rumors have only circulated among high-level officials because of the Japanese blockade and their deliberate fabrication of so-called 'friendly' fake news. The general public is largely unaware of this situation. However, even among high-level officials, no one knows exactly how many people were killed by the Japanese in Nanjing. Our military has spent a lot of effort investigating this matter, but to no avail. So, how did you know that 300,000 people were killed?' Zheng Jiemin asked calmly, still fiddling with something he had found on Qin Wei's body. The object was rectangular and shiny, with a large screen on it. If someone familiar with the product was present, they would immediately notice the incomplete apple logo on the back..."

  "Is this thing precious?" Zheng Jieming fiddled with his phone, but his eyes were just as confused as Qin Wei's. Although Zheng Jieming was only a small landlord from Wenchang, Hainan, he had traveled extensively and had even participated in the revolution with Sun Yat-sen when he was young. He later attended the Huangpu Military Academy and studied at Moscow University after graduation. After returning to China, he served as Chiang Kai-shek's deputy officer and worked on special tasks. In 1932, he held various positions such as director of the Revival Society, deputy director of the Special Affairs Bureau, head of the Fifth Department of the Second Bureau of the General Staff Headquarters, and secretary-general of the Military Intelligence Bureau. He was indeed a man who had seen much and knew much, but he couldn't recognize what this thing in his hand was... It was just a piece of glass that couldn't even serve as a mirror. When he opened it, there were some electronic components inside, but they were very simple to assemble. No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like anything complex. However, the intuition developed from years of working in special services told him that this thing was extraordinary! In fact, it was precisely this object that had caught the attention of the police department, who thought that Qin Wei was suspicious and reported it to their superiors, which led to further investigation. If he hadn't seen the object with his own eyes, he wouldn't have asked Qin Wei directly. After all, he was the secretary-general of the Military Intelligence Bureau, second only to Dai Li.

  "That's mine, can you return it to me?" Looking at the other person holding his own three-handed counterfeit iPhone 4 that he had spent 300 yuan on, Qin Wei's face involuntarily showed some tension... As a writer, with a relatively strong psychological quality after crossing over, he had already torn up and thrown away things that could easily expose his identity, such as banknotes, into the Yangtze River. After all, it was only about 180 yuan, not too much to be heartbroken about. Originally, this phone was also going to be thrown away, since it was out of battery and he hadn't brought a charger... But the problem was, this phone could communicate with Gu Zongjian on the other end. Although the other person didn't believe that he had crossed over into the Republic of China and thought he was just joking around, playing pranks, things would eventually become clear, wouldn't they? And although the phone was out of battery, this was the Republic of China, not some ancient era without electricity, a charger could be made with some effort. It wasn't like it was a huge problem, even if it were a real Apple product, let alone just a counterfeit one.

  "Give it back to you is no problem, but can you at least give me a little answer?" Zheng Jiemin casually put the phone on the table beside him. Although curious, he also felt that the thing in his hand was not simple. But he still wouldn't be too curious about an electronic product that he couldn't understand... This is also a common problem of bureaucrats in this era, who are not concerned with technology and technological products, and even disdain them. What they care most about is always human relationships.

  "Then can you give me the thing first?" This is the only connection with the future, and it can also travel through time and space for dialogue... Absolutely " Innate Treasure"!

  "First say, then give!" Zheng Jiemin said with a smile.

  "What can I say?" Qin Wei sighed, "I only know that the Nanjing Massacre was ordered by Matsui Iwane on the surface, and executed by the Central China Expeditionary Army under his command. But the real mastermind behind the scenes is actually that devilish prince called Asaka Yasuhiko... They killed more than 300,000 people in Nanjing City, a completely organized massacre!"

  "How did you know the number thirty thousand?"

  "Somebody counted it!"

  "Who?" Zheng Jieming suddenly sat up straight. Someone counted? Someone counted! It seems they really guessed it right. If the Japanese really carried out a massacre in Nanjing, would they count how many people they killed? Only fools wouldn't! But since the Japanese wouldn't, under circumstances completely controlled by the Japanese, who could have counted such a huge number?

  "This kid has someone backing him up! And it's highly likely that the person is within the Japanese group itself!" A shocking thought suddenly emerged from Zheng Jieming's mind.

  "I don't know!" Qin Wei hadn't yet realized the problem with his words, but he knew he couldn't reveal where this number came from... He only knew the names of Matsui Ishizuka and Asakura Kiyoshi because he had spent a lot of time online in the past reading many web novels. As for the others, these writers never cared about them anyway.

  "Don't you know?" Zheng Jieming's face was full of suspicion. "I really don't know, I only know that someone counted the number 300,000 and someone recorded and documented the massacre of Japanese in Nanjing!"

  "Bang!" Zheng Jiemin slapped the tea table beside him, suddenly stood up, and his voice couldn't help but tremble: "Who? Who recorded the video?"

  "According to what's said in the archives, it seems like it was John Magee and John Rabe and their gang!"

  "What files?" What other files could this guy have seen? Zheng Jieming became even more convinced of his own judgment. If it wasn't someone or even an organization behind the scenes, how could there be any files to look at?

  "Can you bring over that file and give it to me?"

  "No way!" Looking at Zheng Jieming's eager face, Qin Wei shook his head apologetically. I'm just bringing it over, you don't even have a TV here, how can we watch? Even if there was a TV, do you have a signal?

  "Why? If you can tell us about these circumstances, it means that you also want to expose the atrocities of the Japanese people to the world, and let the whole world see the true face of Japan. Why not?" Zheng Jiemin asked in a low voice.

  "I won't be able to go back!"

  "Will you be back?"

  "Hmm!" Qin Wei nodded very seriously.

  "What does it mean?"

  "That means, since I've come here, I won't be able to go back, at least not in the short term. And even if I could go back, the possibility of me coming back again is extremely low, less than one in a billion, or even lower. In that case, it's natural that I wouldn't be able to get any documents or files, and even if I did, there would be no way for me to give them to you."

  "Your meaning is that you are now... a pawn who has crossed the river?"

  "It's not all, but it's almost."

  "......Alright." It seems that this kid still has a lot to say. Zheng Jieming thought for a moment and decided not to ask further, "However, since you can tell me who recorded the video and made the record, you should also know where those two people are now, right?"

  "Right." Qin Wei nodded.

  "Where are they now?"

  "America and Germany!"

  "America and Germany?" Zheng Jieming was taken aback: "Not in Nanjing?"

  "As soon as you hear their names, you should know they're not Chinese. How could they still be in Nanjing? A big massacre just happened there not long ago. Anyone with some ability would want to leave."

  "That makes sense." Zheng Jiemin nodded thoughtfully, looking at him again: "Then if I'm not mistaken, the evidence they left behind shouldn't be in Nanjing either, right?"

  "That's right." Qin Wei shrugged his shoulders. "They had already sent those materials back to the United States! If I'm not mistaken, they're still at Yale University!"

  Yale University...

  "That's right, in New Haven City, USA... I've told you everything, can you return my things to me?"

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