Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 145 Undead Ancient City
"Abandon the pen and join the army, defend the family and the country."

Under the warm yellow light of the memorial hall, the medal of hero in the glass cabinet shone with golden luster, and beside it was a small yellowed book and a rusty pocket watch.

Standing in front of Jiang Jin's personal story introduction, Lu Xunian sighed slowly.

"Why is Captain Lu sighing?"

An old and kind voice came from behind, Lu Xunian quickly turned around and walked a few steps quickly, helping the old lady from the staff, "Why did Director Liu come out in person?"

"Of course it's to cooperate with the work of the organization," the old curator smiled, and folded his hands on the crutches. "Is there anything Captain Lu can do for us, the staff?"

"Maybe I can't help you with professional matters, but if it's related to the collection of books in the library, building layout, etc., we can help you."

Lu Xunian also laughed: "The old curator must be consulted about these matters, how can we laymen catch up with professionals."

"What kind of professionals, we just watch the deeds of heroes every day, and explain these precious hero relics and the stories behind them to the visiting students over and over again."

The old curator looked at the bulletin board in front of him, and then at the items in the showcase, with gentle eyes, "Over time, the beliefs of these heroes have been engraved in our souls."

Just as Lu Xunian was about to say something, he suddenly glanced at the guide behind the old curator who was secretly crying, and couldn't help being stunned: "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

The little girl was suddenly noticed, and she hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice was still hoarse and choked, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"Oh," the old curator sighed, took the guide's hand and patted it lightly, "It's okay, it's okay, we just need to strengthen our beliefs, don't think so much."

Lu Xunian looked back at the team members behind him, and the team members he saw immediately couldn't help but start talking, with resentment in his tone, "Just now Miss Lin was explaining the matter of bacterial weapons, and she was talking about live bacterial experiments. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old tourist took off his coat, and he was wearing a kimono underneath!"

Lu Xunian was stunned, and looked at the crying commentator in disbelief, and then at the team members: "In the memorial hall?!"

"Otherwise, where else could it be?" The team member said more and more angrily, "Ms. Lin asked him to go out after stopping him, that tourist is... unreasonable!
"Not only is it freedom to dress, but it also reprimands that the establishment of the Ms. Lin Memorial Hall is harmful to peace. Building a special building to commemorate the past will only waste resources, is not environmentally friendly, and also affects cultural exchanges!"

"Have you notified the Security Division?" Lu Xunian frowned tightly, "Maliciously causing trouble and insulting the martyrs, this matter is left to them."

"It has been notified." The team member glanced at the sobbing explainer, quickly took out a bag of tissues from his pocket, opened it and handed the paper to the introducer, "Miss Lin, wipe your tears, your eyes will hurt if you cry again." of."

The narrator took the tissue and said "thank you" in a hoarse voice.

The old curator sighed, as if he wanted to sigh all the loneliness: "This is the Gujiang Memorial Hall. It is not only a historical museum of the Gujiang War of Resistance, but also a place of silent mourning for the massacre. Even if it is peaceful now and people's lives are better, history and suffering Nor should it be forgotten."

"The remarks and thoughts of some young people now..."

The old curator looked up at the hero statue in front of him, with tears in his eyes, and his voice trembling and hoarse, "Tell me, those of us who enjoy peace and happiness now, how can we have the right to make decisions and forgive for our ancestors?

"They... how could they say those words?"

Her sadness and pain seemed to be turned into reality, and the sadness surged in everyone's heart. The commentator lowered his head and sobbed softly, and the team members around her were just about to comfort her, and her eyes were red.

Lu Xunian opened his mouth, his eyes fell on the mottled knife marks on the old man's neck, and finally his eyes fell silent.

He knew that the old curator's husband was Jiang Jin, a hero who defended his family and the country.I also know that when Gujiang fell, the old curator led the women in the city to form a team to fight. Later, they were captured and became comfort women. They survived the inhuman torture and rescued several women in the concentration camp.

No one present would be more distressed than her by what the tourists said.

"I'm sorry." Lu Xunian responded lightly, and the deaf old man just kept looking at the familiar statue.

……

"So you are going to visit your family after getting the three-city pass. Is there any time limit?"

Under the bloody crescent, Quan Heng walked beside Jiang Jin.

"It is possible. When the red moon is full, you can get the pass stamped by the three cities, and you can cross the river to visit your relatives."

"Crossing the river?" Quan Heng captured the message, "What river?"

"A river that connects here with the human world. The Three Cities Home Guide calls it the Wugou River."

Wugou River?Is it the river she knows?

After Jiang Jin finished answering, she sighed sadly, "Many comrades woke up with me last year, but I didn't expect to be the only one left this year."

Quan Heng paused slightly: "Are there any conditions for waking up?"

"Someone in the human world needs to remember you and know your basic biography. It would be even better if you can basically keep the items you used during your lifetime. But if..."

Jiang Jin paused, he looked up at the moon in the sky, and pursed his lips:

"—If everyone forgets about you, you will never wake up again, and we will usher in a real death.

"Forgetting is the true obliteration."

Jiang Jin smiled at Quan Heng, with stars shining like stars in his eyes, "Actually, we don't care whether we will be remembered or not, and we have never regretted giving our blood for faith and a bright future - it's just that we have such a hope every year, I want to Go home and take a look. Look at the people who care, and the people who care about us."

Quan Heng was quiet, and asked, "When was the last time you crossed the river?"

"Well, I'm ashamed to say it." Jiang Jin scratched her hair in embarrassment, "Actually, I haven't successfully obtained the three-city pass."

Quan Heng: "..."

"Well, cough cough." Jiang Jin clenched her fist to her lips and coughed a few times solemnly, "It's really hard to get a travel certificate for the three cities, and I try very hard every year."

Quan Heng stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows: "Then my teammates and I will help you get it this year."

"Miss Quan still has teammates?" Jiang Jin noticed the main information first, "Then why don't you see other people? Did you get lost with your teammates after falling into the pit? Let me find it for you, I'm familiar with this area."

After this series of events, Quan Heng didn't even have a chance to refuse.

"The most common place where players land near here should be in this forest, and there are half-mined mines over there."

Jiang Jin signaled Quan Heng to follow him inside, and talked eloquently:

"Speaking of which, our platoon also took down mines occupied by the enemy at that time. It was an overfulfillment of the task. I even seized two pocket watches! Later, the organization rewarded me. I put one here for myself and one for my wife. !"

As he spoke, he took out a golden pocket watch from his pocket, with a smile on his face: "There is also a picture of my wife in it, I am precious."

Jiang Jin opened the pocket watch as she spoke, revealing old black and white photos——

The gentle yet heroic woman looks at her like-minded husband behind the camera with a smile on her lips.

Warm and frozen at this moment, love and faith are all there.

(End of this chapter)