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interrogation room of a Tianzifang. He arrived at a grand house and was met by a man who was in fact the Chief
Commander of Japanese Troop. “You cannot leave until you read all these story books to my son and teach him
some English,” said the Chief Commander. Following his orders, David read the storybook one by one to his son
who is about the same age as Mike. The boy was very lovely and David taught him quite a lot of simple English.
David was released after three days. He was treated kindly with nice food and drink.
David ran back to Jinjiafang of the Old City and found the same villa he rented in 2006. “Susan must be
worried sick since my sudden disappearance for three days, I must go back as soon as possible,” David thought
nervously. David pushed open the same door and the similar flashing lights happened and he fainted again.
David woke and found himself standing in front of the door of the attic. He looked at his watch, it was dark
and three o’clock. “Oh! These days passed in 1939 has only been three hours in 2006,” David contemplated.
Susan and Mike were still sleeping at that moment. “I can experience the nightlife of the clubs in the prosperous
Old City of Shanghai in 1939 next time Susan is away or sleeping soundly,” giggled David.