The man frowned, and his face was solemn and solemn. It was the first time he'd looked like this today, and it was clear that he hadn't factored me into his plans in the first place. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you don't have to sell it anymore." ”

I took a deep breath and felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest: "I don't know what faction you belong to, or what you're here for, but I hope you'll think twice." I cautiously looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to me, so I continued: "Everyone thought that today was a great opportunity, with so many high-ranking Japanese officers gathered and no strict security measures, it was like trying to destroy his operational center. But if you think about it on the other hand, how could the Japanese be so shrewd, how could they leave such a big hole for others to exploit, and there must be a conspiracy in this. If you don't believe it, look at this room, these people, these Japanese people are wearing suits and ties, and they look polite, but their expressions and demeanors are obviously like soldiers. You look at the only a few soldiers outside the venue, but in fact there are troops on standby on all sides, and they have surrounded this place like a barrel a few days ago. When the time comes, once someone makes a move, it is nothing more than self-destruction. If he dies, he doesn't count, he has to drag all the people here to bury him. ”

My mind kept coming back to the nightmares that seemed to be happening these days, and I couldn't tell more and more whether they were just my imaginations or if they had not yet happened but were about to happen.

The man even smiled slightly, and I guessed that he had something to say to me. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, he suddenly heard a "bang" behind him. Before I could react, the man pushed me aside with lightning speed. The sharp pain in my knee finally brought me to my senses from the great fear, and I subconsciously looked in the direction of the man, only to see him fall to the ground in pain, blood splattering from between his fingers, and a shocking red on the ground.

There was an instant commotion at the ball, the screams of the women, the cries of the children, the sound of broken glass, and the sound of shoes running back and forth on the floor, and the fear and panic were like a huge cover covering everyone, no matter how desperately they tried to escape, they were only dying.

The riots at the scene ended after the Japanese fired warning shots. The people who had been immersed in singing and dancing just now were huddled together and shivering in the corners. A Japanese officer stepped forward to maintain order, and I was shocked when he opened his official words without a Japanese accent: "I'm sorry to disturb you, from now on this place is under the control of the military, you are not allowed to come and go as you please, our soldiers will check your identity and confirm that you have no weapons on you, and then let you go home." ”

He spoke too softly, which was very different from my impression of Japanese soldiers. However, the fear in my heart did not diminish in the slightest, and I watched as many people began to spontaneously line up to be examined by the Japanese soldiers, but the first thing that came to my mind was the words "unarmed". I think of those who escaped death from Nanjing and came to Shanghai to describe the scene at that time, where the unarmed citizens thought that they could get a way to survive by being captured, but they never thought that they would line up and become the ghosts of the knife.

A Japanese soldier who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but with a fierce face, dragged me up and viciously shoved me towards the place where the crowd had gathered.

The fear in my heart was at an all-time high, and I was so shaky that I couldn't say anything, and my steps staggered. I had been more calm than panicked until this point, but my emotions had long since overtaken my reason, and my mind could barely do any more thinking.

I knew that such a move might infuriate the Japanese soldier even more, but I had no control over my actions. The Japanese officer heard the voice coming towards me, and I bowed my head to look at him, and all I could see was shiny leather boots and meticulous hems of military uniforms. He first scolded the Japanese soldier in Japanese, thinking that he was nothing more than blaming him for his disqualified behavior, and I heard him repeatedly mention "Takahashi", which should be the soldier's surname. The soldier turned around and said "I'm sorry" to me in Chinese, but I thought it was even more embarrassing.

For a long time, the lively and festive venue was shrouded in silence, and there seemed to be some kind of consensus between the people queuing up for interrogation and the Japanese soldiers, and everyone was silent. After a long time, I saw a boy who looked like a student being pushed and pushed out. The soldier named Takahashi kicked him down so hard that the bayonet was on his neck, and with the slightest force, the thin layer of skin would be pierced in no time, and blood would gush out like lava. There was a pocket pistol next to the boy, and that size of a hand was often scoffed at by me, and it didn't do anything other than suicide.

The blood on the young man's face seemed to be drained in an instant, and his face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably. But he stubbornly held his head high and stared at the high bridge with blazing eyes. His voice sounded like the semi-dumb voice of a teenager during the voice change period, and he repeatedly emphasized that Chinese would never bow their heads easily, and that these murderous demons would soon suffer their own consequences.

His chatter eventually infuriated Takahashi completely, and he began to attack with his hands and feet, ignoring the gaze of the crowd and the warning of the officer before him. The man looked very thin, but it didn't take long for him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't know what to do.

I put the back of my hand against my mouth to resist the urge to scream. Of course, I can't imagine that a living human life is no different from a puppet in the eyes of Japanese soldiers, and they want a human life, which can be ended without trial or even for no reason.

Probably afraid that the scene would get out of control and cause a riot, the dying teenager was quickly dragged down by several Japanese soldiers. And Takahashi's brutality allowed those present to fully appreciate the true face of Japanese hypocrisy. Questioned by the officers, Takahashi was forced to stop and leave the scene. And no matter how kindly the officer appeased, it was destined to be unable to reverse everyone's fear and resistance to the Japanese.

A man in a top hat held up his press card and said loudly: "I am a reporter of the "Declaration", I want to ask what happened to treat us like this. Your country has always preached Sino-Japanese friendship and kindness to civilians, but why do I see something completely different? You completely ignore the human rights that the Chinese deserve, wantonly humiliate them, maim them, and cause devastating damage to their spirits and bodies? ”