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Regardless of fear, Ji Mingcheng quickly got up and looked out from the hole in the cell.

Seeing that familiar figure, he cried out with tears in his eyes: "Kimura-kun!"

Saburo Kimura looked towards the source of the sound, and when he saw Ji Mingcheng, his eyes burst into light, "Why are you here?"

Ji Mingcheng was so excited that he couldn't speak. Saburo Kimura was a professor at the university when he was studying in Japan. He was a painter with superb painting skills, especially good at drawing the base map of "Kaga Yuzen".

When he was in Japan, Ji Mingsheng was invited by him to stay in Japan and create together.

He explained incoherently in Japanese: "When I returned to China, I found that my parents had passed away long ago, so I wanted to go back to Japan, but I don't know why I came here."

"Kimura-kun, please help me! Help me tell the chief here that I am not a spy!"

He desperately clutched Saburo Kimura's hand, begging.

Saburo Kimura was a little embarrassed, he thought for a moment, and said to the officer behind him: "Takagi-kun, since you want to equip me with assistants, why don't you give me this Malu. He is a student of mine in college, and he is also very good at drawing."

Chief Gao Mu looked at Ji Mingcheng, then looked at the Ma Lu medical examination record in his hand, and smiled generously: "You have asked me, then I will agree."

Ji Mingcheng was released, but his feet were shackled.

He hurriedly thanked Saburo Kimura, but Kimura avoided his bow and said vaguely: "As long as you don't hate me."

Then, Ji Mingcheng followed Saburo Kimura and saw with his own eyes the Japanese soldiers pulling three people out of different rooms.

"It's them."

Liancheng was tired and hungry, he yawned, tears welled from the corners of his eyes, dragging the shackles to hold on.

"Have you smoked opium?" Saburo Kimura looked at him deeply and asked in a low voice.

Ji Mingcheng froze for a moment, bent over, and showed an embarrassed smile.

Sadness flashed across Kimura's eyes, no wonder Takagi agreed so easily.

Walking out of the building, a group of newcomers surrounded the building on the right.

Among them was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy who was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

He is physically strong, wearing a gown made of sheepskin by local herdsmen, struggling to escape from the Japanese soldiers.

The boy's voice has not yet changed, and his childish voice is hoarse: "Let me go!"

A soldier hurried over, hiding a white cotton cloth in his hand, and covered the young man's face. After a while, the young man stopped struggling and passed out.

Two soldiers dragged him into the building.

Takagi watched quietly, then turned to Saburo Kimura, "Mr. Kimura, let's go in and have a look."

This sentence was like a switch, Saburo Kimura stiffened his body, and his breathing became rough.

He was silent, "Yes!"

He took out the drawing tool from the backpack behind him, and stuffed a copy into Ji Mingcheng's hand.

Without any explanation, he followed the soldiers who dragged the boy up to the second floor.

There were no words in the whole process.The boy was stripped of his clothes and placed on a simple table.

As soon as the two soldiers left, a man with a long brush began to clean the boy's body.

A moment later, two knife holders in white approached the operating room and cut a "Y" shaped wound on the sleeping boy.

Saburo Kimura stood in the corner, picked up the sketchbook, and moved quickly with his hands.

The whole operation process takes less than 10 minute.

Ji Mingcheng's eyes were stained with blood, he was like watching a silent drama, watching the young man gradually change from a person to Ma Luda.

"Bring the bucket."

Vibrant organs were randomly thrown in.

"This guy is still alive." The knife holder said mockingly.

Like an assembly line, the items taken from the boy's body are sent to the showroom.

Ji Mingcheng vomited badly. After the operation, he was taken back to the residential area by Kimura.

All the members and relatives of the anti-epidemic force live here, and they are still in a tightly guarded area.

Soon a doctor came to see Ji Mingcheng. Finding a doctor here is as easy as drinking water and eating.

In a daze, Ji Mingcheng heard someone talking.

"You really made trouble for yourself, why didn't you find a female assistant?" There was a burst of obscene laughter.

When Ji Mingcheng woke up, there was only one girl in the room.

She is only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a yellow kimono with cherry blossoms, kneeling on the ground to boil medicine.

Hearing the movement, she smiled, her eyes were pure and moving, "Are you awake? I'll tell Kimura-kun."

The girl's name is Xiao Qiu, she is Japanese, and she is also the personal assistant of Yamaguchi Hei, a top biologist in the army.

Ji Mingcheng knelt on the tatami mats. The buildings in the residential area, in order to comfort the homesickness of the Japanese who moved far away to Manchuria, have a Japanese style.

Xiaoqiu put away the meal, and was suddenly pulled by the waist by Yamaguchi and pulled into her arms. She exclaimed, lowered her head and begged softly: "Yamaguchi-san, there are other people here..."

Yamaguchi Hera did not continue, but looked at Saburo Kimura, and said braggingly, "Look, it's more appropriate to be a female assistant."

Saburo Kimura nodded again and again, expressing his agreement with a smile.

Ji Mingcheng lowered his head, the vertebrae at the back of his neck were very obvious, he didn't say a word, which aroused Shankouping's curiosity.

"Do you smoke opium? I have always been curious about the difference between people who are addicted to drugs and used for different experiments."

"When the next batch of Maluda arrives, I will definitely ask them to keep an eye out for me and find some over here."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very stiff, and Yamaguchi turned a blind eye, chatting about the rise of his biological experiments.

In the middle of the night, Saburo Kimura continued to go on missions.

He originally only drew pictures for the frostbite department, but because of his superb drawing skills, any department would call on him when needed.

That's why he was looking for an assistant.

however

"Ji Jun, isn't it too late to say that you don't want to go now?" Saburo Kimura said in a calm voice, not aggressive, just asking a simple question.

But Ji Mingcheng blew up at the cat whose tail was stepped on, "I don't know what you guys are doing at all! You are so capable of doing this kind of thing to people!"

As soon as he closed his eyes, it was the eyes of the empty boy.

Ji Mingcheng trembled, curled up in the corner, tears streaming down his face.

"How can you do something like this with them?"

Deafening.

Saburo Kimura sat there blankly, suddenly became irritable and overturned the table.

"Do you think I want to be an executioner? My paintbrush is used to paint beautiful things! Not these dirty! Hated blood and killing!"

"But..." Saburo Kimura knelt down on the ground, crying with his head in his arms. He opened his eyes and tears fell on the bamboo mat. "They forced me, and I don't want to..."

Wars broke out, and life in Japan was not easy. People chanted the slogan "Luxury is the enemy". Saburo Kimura lost his job at the university and could not support his family by drawing.

He had no choice but to join the army and was assigned to Manchuria. With his superb painting skills, he was selected by the epidemic prevention and water supply unit. He had a salary of several thousand yen a year, which was enough for him to buy a house in China.

With the glory of the Great Japanese Empire and the expectation of a bright future, he entered this isolated and mysterious army.

Now he has shared the fate of everyone here, and there is no way out.

Saburo Kimura regained his composure, and looked at Ji Mingcheng without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"Ji Jun, I saved you. If it weren't for me, you would be one of the people lying there today, and I can give you opium and give you a safe place to live. After the war is over, I will ask Shi Jingdian to put You take it back to Japan."

The demon whispered in his ear, "What will you choose?"

"cut!"

The field manager called to stop, Liancheng's body softened, and he fell to the ground panting heavily.

Saburo Kimura is played by an old domestic artist, Duan Fan.He is in his 50s, and he has no flaws in playing roles in his 40s and [-]s.

As soon as he called stop, Duan Fan's tears stopped. He helped Lian Cheng who was lying limp at the side, and expressed his appreciation without any concealment, "Good boy, I was almost stumped by you."

Liancheng smiled weakly, and stood up with his hand.

They didn't have a single ng in this scene.Being able to go through it once is something that the entire crew is very happy about, but now no one dares to make any noise.

When the filming of the second half of the play started, the entire crew moved to the family area in the play, and the experimental area with bright lights in the distance was dead silent.

Liancheng washed his face, and when he closed his eyes, the scene in the play was still in his mind.

He didn't sleep, looked towards the experimental area, sat on the balcony, and smoked all night.

There are many new and old actors in the crew, all of them are acting school. Duan Fan got up early in the morning and ran around the neighborhood a few times.

Then he went back and changed his clothes, sat beside Liancheng, and took out a cigarette from the box: "What? There's no show yet?"

He had heard from Director Zhang that it was very difficult for Liancheng to get out of a play once he got into it.

"Let me tell you, if you want to eat this bowl of rice for a long time, you have to learn to control yourself. When to enter the play and when to leave the play, you have to control yourself, otherwise no one can help you."

Liancheng said nothing.

Duan Fan looked at him and said "tsk", "You are so stubborn, let me teach you a way. It will definitely work."

"Find an anchor point in the real world, this is the center of gravity for you to stay in reality."

Liancheng looked puzzled, Duan Fan decided to be a good person to the end, and explained: "I was like you when I was young. It was easy to enter the drama and difficult to get out of the drama. Later, when I got married and had children, the situation was much better. Sometimes our lives are really difficult. It’s plain, but the stories on the screen are so interesting, but no matter how boring the reality is, there are people we cherish and value here.”

As he said, Duan Fan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "I'll show you my granddaughter, look, how cute she is."

A little girl showed two tiny teeth and smiled innocently, and Lian Cheng also smiled.

Thank you sincerely, "Thank you Brother Duan."

"Hey, I'm probably older than your father at my age. I'll help you. You can just call me Uncle." Duan Fan was in full bloom. He had a scholarly face but a straight temper. .

The author has something to say: a secondary creation based on historical facts.

Reference materials include the documentary "The Truth of Unit 731"

Japanese writer Seiichi Morimura "The Devil's Feast"

Remember history and cherish peace.