Chapter Three

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The police came to investigate the matter. They were collaborating with the Interpol agent Mr Charcuterie. They asked Mr Zhang some questions.

"Who do you think poisoned you?" Asked the policeman, as he twirled his moustache.

"I don't know." Replied Mr Zhang.

"Thank you." Said the policeman, jotting down something in his notebook, "I think we have enough."

"Okay." Said Mr Zhang.

Zhang looked around and saw that his friends were still there. He could still smell the Indian ambassador, it was a nice curry smell, mmm curry.

He looked at his friends and then looked at the police. Maybe the police would know why he and his friends were missing key details from their lives.

"Hey Mr policeman, I don't want no trouble, I just want to ask you something." Said Zhang.

"Sure." Said the policeman. "Go ahead."

"Okay, this may sound weird, but I'm missing some key details from my life. Same for Mr Bravacs, and the Indian ambassador. It's like we spawned in as characters in a game or something. Truly bizarre."

"Hmmm." Said the policeman. "Maybe you hit your head too hard hmmm."

Zhang realised that the policeman would not be much help, so he signalled for his friends to leave and pretended to go to sleep.

They decided together that they would get up before the next conference to gather information from all the other ambassadors.

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