System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"Ah."

Such cold, hard numbers are something that many people don't really grasp.

But as Qin Ming and his companion entered the memorial hall...

Upon arriving at the first mine shaft corridor, upon seeing the glass barrier just a step away, upon seeing the layers upon layers of broken walls and skeletons...

The fans in the live stream, regardless of gender, all gasped in shock.

Chen Xuan was also watching, but his expression was rather calm.

Qin Ming stood before the glass, and upon seeing the countless piles of bones and remains before him, he said in a low voice, "These are all evidence of the crimes committed during the invasion of China?"

Why were so many people not fully clothed? And why do some skeletons appear to be climbing upwards?

Forensic medicine is a profession with extremely high entry requirements. First, one must have a relatively calm mind, and secondly, courage and psychological resilience.

The old man nodded when he saw that Qin Ming was still able to speak normally after seeing the site of the mine disaster.

"They were barely clothed because when they were alive they walked up and down 200 meters every day, and their clothes were worn away long ago. Even the skin on their backs was worn away, exposing their bones."

"The skeletons are in an upward climbing posture... because they were thrown here before they died from their illness."

"what?"

Never forget national humiliation

If it were just one or two forensic interns, Qin Ming could tolerate it, but looking around, there were countless corpses, densely packed and layered.

“Those miners who were tricked into coming here are not considered human beings at all, and are even less than livestock in the eyes of the people. Some of them were tricked into thinking they were going to build the railway, but once they came here, they could never go back.”

“Gas explosions, mine collapses, gas repairs, etc. They tried to escape from underground, but were forced to continue mining coal with bayonets pointed at them. They worked more than 15 hours a day.”

The old man continued in a low voice, "To save costs, they only gave the laborers a spoonful of porridge made from peanut shell powder each day."

"In order to get the workers to mine more coal resources, they even withheld water from them, forcing them to drink the black mine water when they went down into the mine. The hard work only consumed their energy, but for those who worked here, it was their life force that was being exploited and depleted."

"The average age of these dead people was only 25 to 35 years old."

The old man's eyes welled up with tears as he said, "These skeletons you see still retain the remains of people who were climbing upwards before they died. According to the memoirs of Japanese soldiers, when these people who were not quite dead and still had a breath left were thrown here, they waved to him with pleading eyes and said, 'Sir, please give me a bite to eat. I can still dig coal.'"

As Qin Ming listened to the old man's description, he pressed his face against the glass, closed his eyes, and could no longer control his emotions, choking up with sobs.

"Beast! Beast!!!"

"The lives tortured, exploited, and killed here were all our fellow countrymen from Longxia!"

As a forensic intern, Qin Ming has already accumulated a lot of experience witnessing life and death.

Even such a person would not be able to hold back his tears when faced with the remains of the 60,000 compatriots who died in Longxia.

Let alone ordinary people?

“Young man, you’re very good. In the past, many young people came here to visit, but what happened? They only walked less than 200 meters before they broke down in tears and lost all confidence to continue.”

"The stories and memories here should not be forgotten, and the Chinese people should not forget the humiliation and pain of the past."

The old man originally wanted to tell more stories from back then, but seeing how excited Qin Ming was, he shook his head. He walked to the glass and said to the skeletons that had accumulated to several meters in length, "Don't worry, I will let more Chinese people see you, and I will not let the Chinese people forget you."

Seeing that Qin Ming was on the verge of collapse, the old man pulled him back.

Qin Ming, with tears in his eyes, turned back every three steps, determined to remember these unforgettable scenes.

Meanwhile, the chat section in Chen Xuan's live stream had already gone wild.

Countless modern youths who are unaware of this history are frantically flooding the screen with comments.

Chen Xuan simply watched and listened without responding.

Soon, Qin Ming and the old man walked out of the underground memorial hall.

"Young man, look at this mountain."

Qin Ming looked up and saw that the entire mountain was covered with white stone tablets.

"These are all blank steles."

The old man sighed, "The entire mountain is covered with blank steles, without a single name, yet their names are everywhere."

How many people know this?

Qin Ming looked at the old man and asked, "What is your wish for the rest of your life?"

The old man clenched his fists, shouting, "Destroy those little brats!"