Chapter 258 Scars of History

When leaving the Siberian Tiger Garden, Song Tang was still in the car happily flipping through the photos of Ermaitai taken by Zhao Rui, some of which were of her feeding Ermaitai.

I have to say that the odor of Ermaitai is really strong. Even through the protection, you can still smell the pungent smell on it. There is a photo of Song Tang wearing a mask and covering his nose with one hand to feed it.

However, Song Tang, who was laughing at this moment, will not be happy anymore in a moment.

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The Exhibition Hall of Evidence of Crimes of Unit 731.

Standing in front of the black stone, the white words on the black stone were so dazzling. Suddenly, a strong wind howled between heaven and earth, and the sun was no longer as bright as before.

Song Tang stood there silently, looking at the depressing venue and the long queue outside, and remained silent. The people standing behind her were also waiting quietly.

With her ability, she could have asked Wei Wu to go and get in early, but she didn't. She didn't want to use money and power in such a solemn place.

In the long queue, there are old people, young people, and parents with young children. Unlike other places where the queues are full of noise, the whole queue is quiet, except for the breathing and the whistling wind.

The team moved forward very quickly, and it wasn't long before it was Song Tang and her group's turn to enter the museum.

When they got there, Song Tang hesitated. She didn't dare, she was a little scared. Zhou Jing gently put her arm around Song Tang's shoulders, "Miss, let's go, this is the itinerary you booked a long time ago. Be brave, we are going to visit our ancestors."

Song Tang let out a long sigh, mustered up his courage, took the first step and entered the venue.

Just one step away, it seems like the world of yin and yang.

The beauty and laughter of the outside world were instantly shattered here. This place has nothing to do with the human world, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hell.

Even before he moved forward, Song Tang felt numb all over, and a chill spread throughout his body. From time to time, he could hear the sobbing of tourists, who were comforting the souls of their ancestors.

No Chinese can walk out of this hell on earth with a smile...

Mustering up her courage again, Song Tang followed the crowd and began her own heavy journey following the guide's steps. The others also followed her silently.

In the bacterial laboratory, Song Tang looked at the cruel and bloody restoration scene in front of him and finally shed tears.

She didn't know how many people had struggled and wailed on the bloodstained operating table in front of her, but she knew it must have been excruciating pain.

The guide said that the Japanese would not use anesthesia to ensure the accuracy of the experiment. So everyone lying here was skinned alive.

Song Tang was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face like a spring, blurring his eyes. How tormenting it must be, even a quick death was a luxury.

The sobbing sounds of tourists could be heard everywhere. Even people as strong as Chen Xiong had red eyes and heavy breathing.

Zhou Jing, Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui supported Song Tang with tears in their eyes. They all saw the young lady trembling all over and were afraid that Song Tang would have a stress reaction.

"Miss, no...if you can't, don't...don't look at it." As soon as Zhao Qi finished speaking, Song Tang shook his head.

She knew they were doing it for her own good, and were afraid that she would overreact and get into trouble. But... at this moment, she couldn't leave, and she didn't want to leave. She wanted to engrave all of this into her soul.

An etching on the soul will definitely hurt.

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In the display area, Song Tang saw many bottles and jars of various colors and styles. The guide choked up and said that these were the vessels used to hold the dissected organs.

There were countless lives in every glass bottle, and there were whispers of wronged souls on every jar...

Even though Song Tang was already unsteady on her feet, she still walked forward firmly with Qiongying's support. As for Zhou Jing and the others, they no longer had the strength to support her.

Wiping his tears with the mask he had taken off long ago, Song Tang continued to move forward following the guide's instructions.

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When he arrived at the photo display area, Song Tang finally saw the true faces of these demons in the world, beasts in human skin. The ugly faces of the devils made Song Tang hate them so much that his teeth itched, and curses rang out around him.

Song Tang almost stopped breathing after watching the real experimental photos. How could words describe the miserable appearance in the photos? Even the cruel punishments that have appeared in thousands of years of history are not even a fraction of what is here.

It is really hard to imagine how terrified and helpless these poor victims were. Even if Song Tang slightly changed his perspective and put himself in their shoes, his eyes went dark and he almost fainted. It was a pain that went deep into his soul.

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The lab report wall displays numerous live lab reports. In Song Tang's opinion, each report does not record data, but living people, the blood and tears of millions of our compatriots.

"Do you know why the Japanese have advanced medical technology? Do you know why the Japanese have advanced medicine? Do you know why the Japanese know the water content of the human body?"

"This is the result of these demons' experiments on the bodies of countless Chinese people. Every achievement they made is the result of the premature death and destruction of countless lives!"

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Song Tang couldn't bear to look at many of the restored experimental scenes, and she cried bitterly at many of the photos of the victims. She couldn't imagine what the poor girl in the photo, who was about the same age as her but whose face had rotted, had gone through, but she knew she must be in a lot of pain, a lot of pain...

They were both at the same age, she lived in the sunshine, but he experienced the inhumane horror of the world and was forever sealed in this small photo...

In the display area of the experimental instruments, every knife and hook was covered with blood. Song Tang looked at these scary cold knives and tears welled up again. She didn't know what kind of devil could use these scary things like torture instruments on people.

There were also real recorded videos, cruel scenes, and real interviews with some poor survivors. Song Tang didn't even dare to watch it carefully. The whispers of the survivors in the video beside his ear were like the cuckoo's cry of blood, and every word was filled with endless tears and grievances.

The entire venue was toured with great difficulty, with blood and tears spilled at every step. Song Tang felt as if he had walked through the legendary Eighteen Levels of Hell. He had difficulty breathing, severe heartache, and his tears were almost dry.

Everyone walked towards the exit in silence under the guidance of the staff. It was so quiet along the way, and the depressing atmosphere made the tears dripping to the ground silent.

The exit here is a long, dark underground passage. At the far end of the passage, there is a ray of light glowing faintly, like a flame of hope.

People could only move forward carefully in the darkness. Song Tang was supported and followed step by step. The light at the end of the distance gradually gave her strength and her steps became firmer.

Until finally she pushed away the person who was supporting her and was able to walk forward on her own.

Halfway through the walk, Song Tang, with tears still on his face, wanted to look back and take another look at those wronged souls, but Zhou Jing, who was beside him, stopped him by hugging his shoulders.

Before Zhou Jing could say anything, a clear voice rang out in the dark passage where only the sounds of dull footsteps and crying could be heard.

"Don't look back, keep moving forward, there is light at the exit. There are fireworks in the world, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe. Don't forget the road you have come, there are national sufferings, national hatred and family feuds."

"Everyone please be brave and move forward. Let's... set off!"