Violence supervision in Conan

Chapter 610 A man worthy of the respect of all Chinese people, who made the whole world know about that massacre!

To Ono Takeshi's relief, the driver of the yellow Ferrari swerved at the crucial moment, narrowly missing the unfortunate pedestrian.

The two were less than two meters apart.

Because the car was traveling too fast, the blast wave it created knocked the pedestrian to the ground.

Although no serious consequences resulted, the pedestrian, who was clearly a woman, fell heavily to the ground.

The stack of manuscripts she was holding instantly scattered and flew everywhere, landing on the ground!
boom!
However, the driver of the yellow Ferrari did not stop for a moment and sped away.

"asshole!"

Oni no Takeshi angrily cursed, but unfortunately the other party slipped away too quickly, and he couldn't catch up.

Crunch!

Oni Takeshi immediately stopped the car in front of the woman on the ground, opened the car door and walked over quickly.

Are you OK?

He asked a question in English.

At the same time, a quick glance revealed the other person's condition; apart from a slight scrape on the forehead, there seemed to be no serious injury.

This made Oni Takeshi feel slightly relieved.

Although he didn't know the other person, out of instinctive sympathy, he still didn't want anything to happen to them.

Besides...

Oni Takeshi's gaze fell on the other person's long, black hair.

Asian?
"I'm fine, thank you!"

The woman groaned in pain a few times, then forced herself to sit up, covered her forehead, looked up, and thanked Oni no Takeshi.

A beautiful and refined face appeared before Oni Takeshi.

With soft features, fair skin, and a beautiful face, what's even more striking than her appearance is the scholarly air about her.

Clearly, this is a well-educated woman.

Seeing the other person's appearance, a hint of surprise flashed across Ono Takeshi's eyes.

He's of Chinese descent?

The reason I was so certain, and did not mistake the other person for Japanese or Korean, is that the three are actually quite easy to distinguish.

Especially her unique aura, which immediately convinced Ono Takeshi of her identity.

Immediately, he felt even more favorably disposed towards him.

Originally, he was just concerned because he happened to run into the person, and after confirming that the other person was alright, Ono Takeshi did not intend to interfere further. However, since the person was of Chinese descent, he did not mind wasting a little more time.

"Your forehead is bleeding, I'd better take you to the hospital."

Oni no Takeshi is concerned about the tunnel.

"Thank you. The wound isn't deep. I'll just put some medicine on it when I get back."

The woman shook her head in refusal, but then noticed the papers scattered all over the floor, and her expression changed drastically.

Without bothering to say anything more to Ono Takeshi, and ignoring the blood streaming down his forehead, he hurriedly threw himself to the ground and frantically picked up the blood.

Upon seeing this, Ono Takeshi was slightly taken aback, assuming that these papers must be very important to the woman.

After thinking for a moment, he bent down and helped pick them up.

I picked up a piece of paper; it was covered in writing in English.

Oni Takeshi glanced at it subconsciously, and suddenly his pupils contracted sharply!
His previously nonchalant expression suddenly turned serious.

He saw a phrase above, which was—

The Nanjing Massacre!

Oni no Takeshi shuddered!
Those few words seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, instantly making him feel short of breath.

No conscientious Chinese person can ignore these words.

Although Takeshi Ono is now a Japanese, he has never forgotten his roots!
Why would a woman who is clearly of Chinese descent be associated with these heavy words?
A question arose in Ono Takeshi's mind. His gaze unconsciously fell on the woman who was diligently picking things up, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

After a brief silence, Ono Takeshi didn't say anything, but simply continued to quietly help pick up the items.

Every piece of paper he picked up would be glanced at, and without exception, they were all related to that horrific massacre.

Oni Takeshi's expression turned serious, and a guess gradually formed in his mind.

until……

He picked up a piece of paper from the ground, which was clearly a cover, with a shocking yet all-too-familiar title written on it—

The Nanjing Massacre: The Forgotten Holocaust

My gaze then shifted downwards, landing on the signature in the lower right corner:

Iris Chang!

Oni no Takeshi's body trembled, and a piercing glint flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough it was her!

This name might not be familiar to the average person, but if you replace it with another Chinese name, it would be a household name.

Zhang Chunru!
That fighter who, through his own efforts and tireless efforts, finally made the entire Western world aware of and understand the Nanjing Massacre!
It was this seemingly frail woman who made the whole world realize that the Jews were not the only ones who suffered hardship and devastation in that terrible and cruel war.

In the Far East, there was another people who struggled against atrocities and paid a heavy price for it!
Thinking of those tragic figures who rushed forward one after another and fell in pools of blood, Ono Takeshi unconsciously increased the pressure on his hand, instantly crumpling the paper in his hand.

"Thank you."

A grateful voice reached his ears, startling Oni Takeshi awake.

Suppressing his surging emotions, Ono Takeshi took a deep breath and handed over the manuscript in his hand.

"You're welcome."

Oni Takeshi tried to speak in a calm tone.

However, the look in their eyes did not convey any respect.

This is a truly admirable person.

It is not inappropriate to address him as "sir" based on his actions.

Looking at the young woman before him, Ono Takeshi was filled with emotion, and a sense of heartfelt relief welled up in his heart.

It's wonderful that this gentleman is still alive in this world!

Mr. Zhang accepted the manuscript as if it were a precious treasure. He glanced at the cover, which had many wrinkles on top, and a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

After a careful inspection, I found nothing missing and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wrinkle it."

Upon seeing this, Oni Takeshi quickly apologized.

Mr. Zhang shook his head and gave a sincere smile: "It's nothing, just some manuscripts. Thank you for your help, sir."

"It was nothing." Oni Takeshi smiled slightly, his gaze falling on the other person's forehead, and asked again, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

"No thanks."

Mr. Zhang still refused.

Once he confirmed that the injury was not serious, Ono Takeshi stopped pressing the matter. Since they had only met by chance, he didn't want to be too enthusiastic.

Oni Takeshi asked seemingly casually, "Excuse me, I just happened to see a bit of what was on there, it seems to be about the Nanjing Massacre?"

Mr. Zhang looked surprised upon hearing this: "You actually know about the Nanjing Massacre? Are you perhaps Chinese?"

At this point in time, compared to the well-known Holocaust, the events surrounding Nanjing were largely unknown to people outside of China, especially to those in the Western world.

Many people have never even heard of it and have no idea that such a tragedy had occurred in the far East.

It was thanks to Mr. Zhang's tireless efforts that this tragedy, which should have been recorded in the entire history of human civilization, was finally brought to light!
It was she who, with her frail shoulders, resolutely shouldered the heavy burden, braving hardships and difficulties, and spoke out for the 300,000 innocent souls who died unjustly!

She is Zhang Chunru!

(End of this chapter)