The consulate was brightly lit at night, and cars of all models were stuck in the street in front of the door. The Japanese soldiers, who were dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, had no choice but to get out of the cars and walk over.
Ginger Tea was also in the mix, but she was much more comfortable in a men’s evening gown than a women’s high heels!
Along the way, there were all kinds of women who lived a simple life with pretentious voices, as well as Japanese men with little hair and not much height.
They were talking in low voices or joking quietly, in short, they were doing all kinds of things.
When I walked in with the invitation, I was filled with the festive atmosphere of the Japanese war. Everywhere I looked, there were wreaths of all colors, specially made of paper.
If it weren't for the laughter in the hall, and the clucking sounds similar to a hen laying eggs, she would have thought she was attending a memorial service for some Japanese devil.
Several long tables near the wall of the banquet hall were filled with various foods, most of which were Japanese specialties.
There are sushi, sashimi, thick omelette, plum rice balls and big steaks. There are also many bottles of wine on the table, and the bottles are already opened and ready to be enjoyed.
As Doiharada's speech ended, everyone began to move around freely, some dancing, some chatting, and some moving around freely.
Jiang Cha is young and basically no one pays attention to her.
So while everyone was dancing happily, she slowly approached the dining table and used a syringe to inject water filled with aflatoxin into the sake one by one.
The food was also sprayed one by one, especially the steak sauce on the table and a lot of soy sauce was added to the sushi.
Seeing that basically nothing was missed, she walked to Ding Mochun with the wine glass she had prepared in advance, pretending to be so engrossed in watching the close dance between a man and a woman on the dance floor that she stepped on his shoe.
Then he immediately bowed and apologized, raising his glass to show that he did not mean it.
If she were outside, Ding Mochun would probably kill her. How could someone who dared to step on the "butcher" leave alive?
But this is the Japanese's base camp, the embassy and consulate, and everyone inside is a Japanese.
Except for him and Li Shiqun, because they were the only two people from Huaguo who were invited.
I can only accept it with a pinch of my nose!
"It's okay, it's okay. How much can it hurt for a child to step on his foot? Go play! It's okay!"
After saying that, he clinked glasses with her and drank it all in one gulp to show that the matter was over.
After Jiang Cha left with many thanks, he approached Li Shiqun again, passed by him, raised his hand and squeezed a syringe into him, and then sat down quietly.
Enjoying the dance on the dance floor, they were dancing cheek to cheek with the lights on and very close to each other.
The lights in the hall were turned off, and soon the air was filled with "Hmm~~Hmm!!" and "Ah~~Ah!!". One could imagine what the core of this party was.
Quietly approaching the dining table in the dark, he put on his night vision goggles and began to check the food on the table to see how much was left.
From this, we can infer how many people can survive in the entire hall. Anyway, she is treating everyone equally and has no intention of letting anyone go.
The champagne and red wine towers have been almost taken away. Every glass in them is carefully made by her, ensuring that you will return to nature with one sip!
Sure enough, before the banquet was over, some people started to feel stomach discomfort.
At first, everyone thought it was caused by some food being unfresh, most likely seafood, which was probably not fresh after being caught from the sea for a long time.
When she returned home, the whole concession was filled with shouting and clamoring for a doctor. Some families even fought over the doctor.
In the evening, someone knocked on Jiang Cha's gate. When she opened it, she saw people from the police station standing at her door.
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
He pretended to be weak and spoke weakly. He couldn't stand up straight, his face was pale and he kept holding his stomach.
All of them were reminding the police that Zhijia was also one of the victims, and judging by the child's appearance, he must have been beaten a lot.
"We're here to record your statement. Please cooperate with us! What did that man say to you yesterday? We'll use this information to identify any suspicious individuals who had access to food at the consulate last night."
"Yesterday I was watching people dancing in the hall and I didn't look where I was going. I stepped on that man's foot, but he was a pretty nice guy!"
Pretending not to know the famous traitor leader, she sincerely praised the man, saying that he was a very good person!
I'm afraid no one in the entire Shanghai market would describe him like this. After all, an executioner with his hands stained with blood can never be called a good person!
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