128: Chapter 128 Minnie Vautrin's Entrustment

The moment he received Rabe's Diary, the weight on Chen Xi's shoulders grew a bit heavier.

He didn't linger in the Safety Zone, only giving this respectable German man one last military salute.

Then, he turned and vanished under Rabe's complex gaze.

The night was the best camouflage for a ghost.

Chen Xi activated his Optical Camouflage and moved through the broken streets of Nanjing like a true phantom.

His next target: Jinling Womens College of Arts and Sciences.

There, another great woman was using her frail shoulders to hold up a crumbling sky.

And there was another piece of evidence, recorded in blood and tears, waiting for him.

From the west of the city to the east, he had to cross almost the entire city of Nanjing.

Along the way, Chen Xi saw too many human tragedies.

Bodies discarded carelessly by the roadside had already begun to rot, emitting a nauseating stench.

Drunken Japanese Soldiers patrolled the streets in small groups, occasionally letting out bursts of piercing, mad laughter.

Occasionally, the desperate cries of women would drift from the ruins of houses, only to be quickly replaced by a gunshot or a duller thud.

The entire city was permeated with the smell of death and decay, mixed with gunpowder and blood.

In the Livestream room, there was a dead silence.

Hundreds of millions of viewers followed Chen Xi's perspective, walking through this living hell.

They saw it, they heard it, and they even smelled it.

That sense of powerlessness and rage was like molten iron being poured onto everyone's hearts.

An hour later.

Chen Xi finally arrived near the Jinling Womens College of Arts and Sciences.

Unlike Rabe's Safety Zone, this place seemed quieter and even more fragile.

The high walls isolated it from the outside world, but they couldn't shut out the fear.

Chen Xi didn't go through the main gate.

He circled to the side wall of the college and used his gecko gloves to climb over silently.

He saw a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The college's lawn, courtyards, and corridors were densely packed with people.

But there were almost no adult males here.

The vast majority were women, girls, and infants still held in arms.

They huddled in cold corners, surveying their surroundings with fearful eyes.

A desperate, oppressive silence filled the air.

Chen Xi moved through the shadows, his heart sinking bit by bit.

At the entrance of the college's main building, he saw the figure he had seen countless times in the records.

Minnie Vautrin.

This American missionary college principal stood at the door with her arms spread wide, like a guardian deity.

She was tall, but at this moment, she looked incredibly frail.

Her face was etched with exhaustion, and her blonde hair looked a bit messy in the night wind.

But her blue eyes were like stars in the dark night, bright and resolute.

She stood there, her body forming an insurmountable line of defense.

Behind her were thousands of terrified and helpless Chinese women and children.

Chen Xi watched quietly from the shadows, a surge of unspeakable respect rising within him.

This was a truly great person, practicing her faith with her very life.

He didn't reveal himself immediately.

Instead, he waited until the middle of the night, when everyone was fast asleep and only the patrolling School Staff were still on duty, before he silently made his way to Vautrin's office.

The light in the office was still on.

Vautrin was leaning over her desk, tiredly writing something by the dim light of an oil lamp.

Chen Xi knocked gently on the door.

Vautrin looked up alertly, her eyes full of wariness.

“Who is it?”

“A friend.”

Chen Xi slowly stepped out of the shadows and deactivated his Optical Camouflage.

Seeing this suddenly appearing, unfamiliar Eastern man, Vautrin subconsciously gripped the paper cutter on her desk.

“How did you get in?”

“Over the wall.”

Chen Xi's reply was calm as he raised his hands to show he meant no harm.

“Ms. Vautrin, I mean no harm. I've come to offer some help to you and the refugees here.”

To dispel her doubts, he took out a personal token from Rabe.

Upon seeing the token, the wariness in Vautrin's eyes receded slightly.

“A friend of Mr. Rabe is a friend of mine.”

She rubbed her temples tiredly.

“But as you can see, what we need most here is food, medicine, and safety. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to provide those.”

Chen Xi didn't say a word.

He simply took boxes of Military High-Energy Compressed Biscuits, disguised as 'Imported High-End Pastries', out of his system space.

Then he took out boxes of Self-Heating Military Rations disguised as 'Canned Luncheon Meat'.

Finally, he took out several bottles of mosquito repellent spray.

“This food should help everyone hold out for a while.”

He handed a spray to Vautrin.

“This is... medicine that can quickly treat external injuries.”

Vautrin looked at the mountain of food before her and the strange 'medicine', an expression of disbelief on her face.

“God... were you sent by God?”

“I am not God.”

Chen Xi shook his head.

“I am just a Chinese person who wants them to live.”

He looked at Vautrin and said solemnly,

“I will guard this place from the shadows and eliminate the threatening 'wild dogs' nearby. Please rest assured.”

This promise allowed Vautrin to completely lower her guard.

She knew that the mysterious man before her possessed a power she could not understand.

“Child, thank you.”

She looked at Chen Xi, her eyes filled with gratitude.

“I don't know how to thank you. I have nothing here to give you in return.”

She paused, as if she had made a certain decision.

She turned and took a thick diary and a stack of letters out of a locked drawer.

The diary's cover was worn, and the edges of the letter paper were yellowed, stained by tears.

“I may not be able to leave this place alive.”

Vautrin's voice carried a hint of calm acceptance.

“But everything I have recorded must be known to the world.”

She solemnly handed the diary and letters to Chen Xi.

“This diary records everything that has happened in this college since the war began. These letters are pleas for help I wrote to my friends in America and the government, though not a single one could be sent out.”

“Child, I entrust them to you. Please, you must take them out.”

Chen Xi took the equally heavy diary.

He could feel how much of the women's blood and tears these thin pages carried.

“And...”

Vautrin turned and pointed out the window at the girls who were still shivering in their sleep.

At this moment, her voice carried a hint of uncontrollable sobbing.

“If one day the world finally knows everything that happened here...”

“Please tell them, do not forget them.”

“Do not forget the suffering they endured.”

Chen Xi's throat felt as if something were blocking it.

He looked at the thin figures outside the window, then at the great woman before him.

A thousand words ultimately condensed into a single one.

“Okay.”

He accepted the entrustment.

A double oath from hell, concerning humanity.

He would not only avenge the dead.

But also speak for the living.