Shen Qing immediately ran over and, together with Chunju, hugged Sulan, trying to take her back.
Unfortunately, her hands were not convenient, and Chunju was not as strong as the Japanese man. The two struggled for a while, and Sulan was even held by the collar by the Japanese man.
Su Lan's face turned bright red from being strangled: "Master... I'm... I can't breathe... cough cough..."
In desperation, Shen Qing could only scream "help me," begging the Europeans watching for help.
No one offered a helping hand.
Seeing that Su Lan was slowly closing her eyes from being strangled and would suffocate in the next second, Shen Qing panicked and, despite the excruciating pain in her injured hand, pulled out the hairpin knife and inserted it into the back of the Japanese man's hand.
"ah!"
The Japanese man instinctively swung his hand, with such force that Shen Qing was thrown to the ground.
Chunju quickly grabbed Sulan's slowly sliding body and hid to the side.
"Baka!" the Japanese man cursed as he walked toward Shen Qing.
Shen Qing shuffled backward, forced against the wall.
The Japanese man stood in front of her, his hand reaching towards his lower back.
Shen Qing was very familiar with this action; she had seen Cheng Zhiwen make it several times before, and the next step was to draw her gun.
This Japanese man has a gun and wants to shoot me on the spot!
Shen Qing quickly rolled to the side.
The Japanese soldiers had already raised their pistols and aimed them at her!
The stage was just a few meters away. Shen Qing rolled towards it with all her might, trying to hide under the stage.
But no one can outrun a gun. The Japanese gun moved its barrel to the side and immediately aimed at her again.
Shen Qing saw him pull the trigger.
She looked desperately at Chunju and Sulan, who were huddled to the side trembling, and roared, "Go upstairs to find Boss Cheng! Hurry! Go now!"
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out, echoing across Huangpu Street.
Screams from women and hurried footsteps of men fleeing in panic rang out all around.
Shen Qing closed her eyes, trembling.
She never imagined that after escaping the clutches of the county magistrate and Zhao Yuanwai, escaping Gao Yuanqi's framing, and escaping the robbery and murder of mountain bandits, she would ultimately die at the hands of a Japanese man!
I'm not reconciled!
I'm really not reconciled!
"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out.
Shen Qing's body trembled, but the expected pain did not occur.
Doesn't being shot hurt?
Or was it that the bullet hit her heart in an instant, and her physical body was already dead, while her soul had already left her body?
The pain in my palm returned.
It's the pain from the burn I got the day before yesterday.
How can my hand still hurt after my physical body dies?
"Young Madam!"
Chunju hugged Shen Qing's body with such force that Shen Qing's back slammed backward again.
Shen Qing felt a pain in her back from the impact and slowly opened her eyes.
The Japanese soldier was lying on the ground, his temple and carotid artery pierced by bullets, blood gushing from the carotid artery.
Someone shot the Japanese woman twice, so she escaped unharmed.
Shen Qing stared blankly at the restaurant entrance.
There stood a man wearing a dark brown wool coat, holding a short gun in his hand, still in the position of aiming and firing.
Although he had pulled his hat brim down very low, Shen Qing recognized him as Cheng Zhiwen at a glance.
She would recognize the man even if he were ashes!
The surroundings were a mess. People who had been walking around in the hotel lobby were now running away in all directions, and there were even a few shoes left on the ground.
The hotel staff had long since disappeared; guests staying in second-floor rooms ran downstairs, saw Cheng Zhiwen standing at the front door with a gun, and screamed as they ran back upstairs.
In that instant, immense pressure surged from the bottom of Shen Qing's stomach to her heart.
Cheng Zhiwen will be in trouble for firing a gun in the foreign concession, especially since the target was a foreigner!
With red-rimmed eyes, she looked at Cheng Zhiwen and screamed, "Run! Run!"
He heard her, but instead of leaving, he walked towards her.
Shen Qing was on the verge of tears, repeatedly shouting at him, "Go! Go away! I don't know you!"
He paid no heed, walked over, picked up Su Lan and put her in his arms, freeing one hand to lift her up and lead them to the second floor.
...
Su-lan fell asleep in bed, but because she was so frightened, she was sweating profusely and then developed a fever.
Chunju is taking care of her.
Shen Qing sat on the sofa, her hands wrapped in gauze that was seeping blood, hugging her arms, still in a state of confusion.
She was worried about Cheng Zhiwen's situation and also afraid that he would fly into a rage at her.
Last time, she encountered bandits on her way to Tianjie, which injured his bodyguard, and he scolded her for it.
Today, she caused him to shoot and kill a Japanese man. He'll probably be even angrier that she's caused trouble again, right?
With a "clatter," a cup of hot water was placed on the coffee table.
Shen Qing suddenly looked up.
Cheng Zhiwen sat down on the sofa opposite her and asked without much emotion, "Did you bring all the raw materials for making 'silk'?"
"I brought them all. I had Old Xu take them to the room where the wire drawing machine is."
He glanced back at Chunju and Sulan and said, "It's probably not safe here. I'll take the three of you to the German consulate later, and the wire drawing machine will be sent there as well."
Shen Qing knew that all of this was because he had just killed a Japanese man for her sake.
Not only him, but they will also be in trouble.
Therefore, he needed to seek refuge at the German consulate.
The Japanese can arrest people at a hotel, but they can't go to another country's consulate to demand someone's return.
Shen Qing looked at him with lingering fear: "What about you? Are you coming to the German consulate with us too?"
"Um."
Shen Qing nodded, her eyes red.
I thought he would scold me, but he didn't say a single harsh word.
She looked at him, feeling guilty, heartbroken, and remorseful: "It's all my fault for being too impulsive and causing you trouble... Will you be unable to work in Shanghai anymore?"
"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself." He chuckled softly. "One Japanese person isn't enough to affect me, don't worry."
Shen Qing still dared not put her mind at ease.
The original owner of this body had only injured Master Zhao and was almost beheaded, but today Cheng Zhiwen shot and killed a Japanese man in public, right under the noses of so many people...
No matter how Shen Qing thought about it, he felt it wasn't as simple as he made it out to be.
But knowing that no matter how much she asked, it would be useless if he didn't tell her, she had no choice but to suppress her fear and worry and leave.
Su Lan was still running a fever. Cheng Zhiwen picked her up, and the four of them boarded the carriage together and headed towards the north bank of the Suzhou Creek.
The German designer who made the wire drawing machine was still living in the consulate. When he saw Cheng Zhiwen and Shen Qing, he warmly invited them to his room to chat.
After settling Chunju and Sulan in, Shen Qing went with Cheng Zhiwen to the designer's place.
The designer was very concerned about the effect of the drawing machine. Shen Qing said that the drawn silk fibers were of standard thickness, but the fibers always came out from the bottom, and the workers had to lie down to pick them up, which was not very convenient.
The designer stroked his long beard, listening to Cheng Zhiwen's translation into German as he made marks on the sketch.
"Knock knock," someone knocked on the door.
The designer got up to open the door. The person who knocked whispered something in his ear, and he immediately looked at Cheng Zhiwen with a serious expression.
"Cheng, there are Japanese people outside looking for you."
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