A car drove past the customs officer quickly, as if he did not want to stop for a moment.

Guan Ke listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, but he still didn't give up hope. He continued on his way, half-asleep, as if he had been moving forward until he could get away from his pursuers at hand.

A man in black behind him tilted his head, kept weighing the gun in his hand, and said, "Run, you're running?"

Guan Ke vaguely heard someone's words, which should be a mockery of himself. He was a little resigned. Anyway, sooner or later it's a dead word, so what does it matter who dies in whose hands?

Just as the customs officer was about to fall to the ground completely, a bright red car in the distance drove towards him quickly. The driver kept honking his horn, and the long, sharp sound of his horn pierced the night sky.

The sharp and long scream that wanted to get into his head finally made the Guan Ke, who was about to fall into a deep sleep, wake up again. He struggled to open his heavy eyes and looked in the direction where the whistle was sounding.

A woman wearing a denim leather jacket on the top and loose denim shorts on the bottom is standing in the middle of the road. As she ran, she looked back from time to time, as if she was being chased by someone. Although he couldn't see her expression clearly, Guan Ke could feel her anxious emotions. She must have thought that if she ran across the road, people would be safer, and she didn't notice that a bright red car was crashing into her.

In the arms of the strange woman, she was holding a kitten with gray hair all over her body. Its two yellow eyes reflected the lights on the side of the road, and the staggering figure of the Guan Ke under the lights. The color of the hair growing in the kitten's left eye is different from anywhere else in the body. It was a rich black color, with no trace of other stray hairs mixed in.

The kitten's ears moved, and it seemed that it had heard the crash of the car, but it did not have the slightest sense of panic, and its eyes were still firmly fixed on the customs not far away, as if it did not know that it was in danger.

Its eyes, with three points of curiosity, three points of doubt, three points of coldness, and a sense of pity, looked at the passer.

Of course, Guan Ke didn't know that a cat's heart would have so many mental activities. All he saw was a woman who would be hit by a fast red sedan and die on the road.

His life had come to an end, and pulling the woman out of the arms of death was not too difficult for Guan Ke. What he has always insisted on doing, it has finally been done. Saving one life, it is better to build a seventh-level floating slaughter, then he saved two lives, that is, to create a fourteenth-level floating slaughter. He smiled dumbly, thinking that this was a very good deal.

Guan Ke always thought that when Wang Xiaoye died, Zhang Runke would have no worries about his life, but he didn't expect that in the end, she would die under the strafing of *. Like an epiphany, she appeared silently in the darkness for a while, and then soon withered and fell again, swallowed up by the darkness.

Guan Ke didn't know about Zhang Runke's death, so he was in a good mood and was able to laugh out loud. He looked at the panicked woman in the middle of the road, and a sense of generosity and pride arose. Guan Ke's limbs were already weak and sore, and at this time, out of nowhere, an inexplicable strength was born. His legs were straight and his eyes were shining like stars in the sky.

The passer suddenly began to run towards the woman who had suddenly crossed the road, and the speed was amazing, and in the blink of an eye, he ran to the cowboy woman's side.

Perhaps because of the return to light, the power was constantly born from Guan Ke's body, making his face and physical state at the moment like a superman. Without waiting for the woman to react, he stretched out his hands and pushed her to the side of the road. The force was so great that it almost felt like the woman was flying, sliding onto the pavement of the road.

A few black-clothed people chasing Guan Ke were so stunned that they looked at Guan Ke who suddenly became brave, and they were at a loss for a while, and they forgot to shoot. They stood stupidly in place, and it wasn't until the passer pushed the woman away that they understood what he was going to do. When his own life was about to be lost, he actually chose to save the lives of others!

When the men in black reacted, even though they were able to lift their guns and shoot at the gatekeepers, they didn't do so. They no longer need to point their guns at the gatekeeper, for he is a mortal man, and more importantly, they cannot lift their guns for such heroic acts.

Under the dim light, the red sedan was like a rocket head dragging a faint pink afterimage, and it crashed into the customs passenger at high speed.

The sound of the horn pierced the sky, and it also pierced the eardrums of the people around him.

The passer was knocked out of the way and flipped a dozen heels in the air. The scenery in his field of vision is not slowly rotating, but like a spinning top, turning rapidly, tearing all the scenes into colorful lines, as if Van Gogh's incomprehensible abstract paintings.

He saw that the people all opened their mouths wide and looked up at him.

The black-clad men who had been chasing him hung down weakly with their right hands holding guns, looking at him in shock, as if the live performance they had seen was more attractive than any commendable acrobatics.

The cowboy woman sat down on the sidewalk, her palms scraping her skin, the hot sensation burning the skin nearby. But she didn't feel anything, just stared in surprise at the churn in the air.

The cat, which was still lying in the arms of the cowboy woman, still looked at Guan Ke with indifferent yellow eyes. Its ears stopped moving, and it honestly lay in the woman's arms, as if enjoying it. Its eyes followed the passer's aerial trajectory and meowed at him, as if to say goodbye to the passer.

The cowboy woman stroked the neck of the cat in her arms and said gently, "Don't do this. ”

The customer didn't know how many heels he had flipped. He could see the dark night sky with lightning for a while, and the blurred ground with the light of orange street lamps, and the two appeared intertwined, and because of the high frequency, his head was a little dizzy, and he closed his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the gate hit a wall. There was a clicking sound in the body, which bone must have been broken. The force of the rebound was small, but the gate still flew diagonally towards the middle of the road. Finally, there was a muffled sound and he fell on the pavement.

In the distance, the sound of alarm bells and 120 came and went, and they were rushing towards here. I think that the people in black with guns have been seen by a pedestrian and called the police.

As soon as the men in black heard the sound of the alarm bell, they immediately left the scene.

There were already three or four pedestrians around the passer.

The cowboy woman could feel it at this point, and the palm of her hand was burning with pain. She stood up and walked towards the crowd.

The cowboy woman's hands hang down at her sides because of the pain. The cat had no landing spot, and did not want to leave the woman's body, so the two front paws hooked the shoulders of the cowboy woman and hung firmly on her body. The cat's right paw rubbed against her shoulder, with slight force, and did not wrinkle the woman's clothes.

The cowboy woman didn't stop, she calmly looked at the crowd and said, "I know it's not a nosy, but it's not an idle business." He died to save us, and we should save him. ”

The cat meowed dissatisfiedly, and the black eyes like a panda arched hard towards the cowboy woman's body, as if she was coquettish.

The cowboy woman didn't show any impatience, and still said softly, "I know it's dangerous, but we can't let him die." ”

The cat climbed onto the cowboy woman's shoulder and sighed. Why are people in so much trouble?

An African in a black suit with a black face appears in some shadowy corner. Shortly thereafter, another white Westerner, dressed in a black suit, appeared next to the African. The two of them stood quietly, glancing at the crowd of onlookers, then at the approaching police car, and frowning. They looked unwillingly at the cowboy woman who had arrived in the crowd, and once again disappeared in the darkness.

The world of Guan Ke sometimes becomes completely dark, and sometimes there is a glimmer of light. He opened his eyelids and closed them again. Darkness, darkness, and only then did I see a vague figure. A group of people were whispering something, and their voices were buzzing and they couldn't really hear it. His consciousness was gradually withdrawn from his body, drifting into the void of space.

The cowboy woman burrows through the gap of pedestrians. She crouched down beside the passer and grabbed his left hand.

Dark, cold, dark, cold. The gateway is constantly falling in a bottomless abyss, where darkness and cold are the main themes. His consciousness gradually sank, and just as he was about to sink into an invisible place, he suddenly felt a warm current from somewhere.

The warm current was as thin as a hair, and it came and went. The falling body of the customs guest suddenly stopped. The inky black color around him also began to fade quietly. Far away, a touch of extremely transparent, thick, pure white broke into the world of Guanke, diluting the cold and diluting the darkness.

The gateway feels like he's back in the real world. However, his eyelids were still heavy, and he couldn't open them at all. The voices of some people reached his head. "It's so pitiful" "So young" "Look at the way he looks, I'm afraid the bones are broken." He was a little puzzled, a little confused, and a little happy.

If you are hit by a car that is driving at high speed, can you still not die?

Looming, the customs officer heard the voice of Ambulance 120. Consciousness was up and down, and he vaguely felt that someone had lifted him to a stretcher. After a jolt, there was only a boom and a door shut.

He felt that his left hand had been surrounded by a warm place, from which the whitest filaments of the dark world had come from.

The customs guest relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.