When I woke up, the sky was gray and blue, the clouds were thin, there were no stars in sight, no moon in sight, dead silence in the alleyways, the occasional sound of rats foraging for food, and the faint light coming from nowhere, enough for me to discern my surroundings.

This is a narrow roadway between buildings, not too long, about 20 meters or so, one end leads to a slightly more spacious and brighter cement road, and at the other end is a darker and narrower roadway, or it may be a wall, too dark to see clearly.

I was lying in a large rectangular garbage bin with several black tapes pressed against me, which was supposed to be all kinds of household waste. Some of the bags were broken, stained with all kinds of sticky sensations, and the smell of sour decay was permeating the area. There is no way to tell the time, it may be early in the morning or midnight, but there is not much difference, in short, it is a suitable time to abscond or commit crimes.

I tried to move my body, and the pain immediately spread throughout my body, and I couldn't pinpoint the source of the pain for a while. After slowing down for a while, I tried to push the garbage bag on my body away, only to realize that my right arm couldn't move, maybe it was dislocated, or it could be broken.

I struggled to push the garbage bag open with my left hand, and then touched my legs, and the gunshot wound on my left thigh was obviously still bleeding, and it was already so painful that I didn't feel it. The right leg is also barely bent. I turned sideways, grabbed the edge of the trash can with my moving left hand, put my right leg on it, put my left leg on it, and then slid my body outward little by little until my weight shifted to the outside of the trash can, and the whole person fell out of it and fell awkwardly to the ground.

I endured the pain that spread everywhere, and once again used all my strength to crawl towards the bright spot, and then sat down in the corner of the wall, examining my injuries by the faint light. The gunshot wound to the right leg, the left leg looks intact, the pain may be from a sprain or strain, there is no wound on the left hand, and the right arm should be fractured and dislocated. I touched my face, and it felt bloody, and I guess there was also a trauma. I picked up a black bag and twisted it into a rope and tied it to my thigh to stop the bleeding. I fumbled through my pockets again, my wallet and work card were still there, and my phone was gone.

Remembering, in order to divert my attention and distract the person who was following me, I threw my phone into the mall. Fortunately, the reaction was timely, otherwise it is estimated that I would not know where the corpse is. I don't know where I am now, but at least I'm still alive, and how long I can live depends on whether I crawl to the hospital first to complete the treatment, or if those people find me first to complete the extermination. And the medical treatment itself is very dangerous, I have a gunshot wound in the leg, and any hospital that receives me will report it to the police, which is equivalent to throwing myself into a net. Judging from the injury, if I don't treat it in time, I may die from excessive blood loss or infection of the wound.

By the way, there was also the gun, Wang Jie's gun, I tried to climb back into the trash can, rummaged in it for a long time, and found the pistol with only one bullet left.

Unexpectedly, this remote arrest mission eventually evolved into my "fleeing in fear of crime". From the capturing person to the captured object, how funny is the instantaneous role change. I can't even guarantee my innocence.

What to do next, where can I go, who will believe me, I sat where I was, and carefully sorted out the process from the reopening of the old case to my forced escape, what went wrong, who, framed me. Who, again, is helping me in secret? When people live and die, they suddenly become extraordinarily calm. This may be the truth of breaking the kettle and sinking the boat, leaving it to die and then be born.

I chased the fugitive all the way, and when I arrived in Xinjiang, the suspect had already left Xinjiang and went all the way south to Shenzhen. As soon as I arrived in Shenzhen, I was told that the suspect had already arrived in Macao and was going to cross through Macao and flee abroad. When I was ready to intercept at the Hong Kong border, the suspect turned back to Shenzhen.

Such a whack-a-mole chase makes people angry. From that time on, I suspected that there were ghosts in the police force. However, due to the wide scope of this case, it is difficult to speculate on the specific link and who went wrong. I'm gradually narrowing down the scope of my message, hoping to be able to move from reactive to proactive. And the suspect has been wandering around Shenzhen for some reason.

In the morning, I received a tip from the local police that the suspect had appeared in an urban village near the pier. I didn't tell anyone, and I didn't even inform Yang Lifan, who came from the headquarters to assist me, but just asked Wang Jie, a cooperative officer assigned by the local police, to drive me to the location of the wire report and conduct a squatting investigation.

We stayed in the urban village for a day, until late in the evening, when the suspect finally appeared, and he hurried into an eight-story slab building, which was somewhat similar to a factory dormitory, with an open walkway on one side and a terrace on the other, and there were about six houses on each floor, and the staircase was on one side of the six households.

Wang Jie and I quietly followed, and he went up the stairs to the sixth floor and into the first room near the staircase. We stood at the door, listening to the movement inside, and when he entered, he answered a phone call, followed by a long silence. I exchanged glances with Wang Jie. Wang Jie went up and knocked on the door, and I hid behind. Wang Jie knocked on the door three times in a row, but there was no response inside.

Realizing that something was wrong, I rushed to the side of the hallway and looked out, just in time to see the suspect hanging on the air conditioner on the 6th floor, preparing to enter the balcony of the downstairs resident. He happened to see me leaning out halfway, and immediately sped up his movements and rushed downstairs. I shouted to Wang Jie to go downstairs and ran downstairs. By the time I rushed downstairs, the suspect had already rushed out of the room and down the stairs. I followed closely behind, and Wang Jie chased me down. When the suspect rushed to the staircase, there happened to be a courier brother carrying a few boxes upstairs, followed by a pregnant woman. I was annoyed and went up, so I overturned my brother's box, went out of the corridor, and ran away. I jumped over the box and glanced at the pregnant woman who was knocked down by the box, she was sitting on the ground, holding her stomach, her expression was extremely painful, and I shouted at Wang Jie: "Call an ambulance". Then he chased him out.

I ran to the intersection, and the suspect didn't know which direction to run, when Wang Jie caught up, and the two of us went separately to chase after him. I followed the path on the right to look around the urban village, ran three lanes, and turned back and forth twice but didn't find it. So he was ready to turn back and join Wang Jie.

I chased all the way in the direction that Wang Jie was chasing, and suddenly the suspect ran back from the opposite side, and I rushed up to prepare for the arrest. The suspect didn't intend to give in, and rushed straight at me with his fist. I didn't have a gun, so I had to engage in hand-to-hand combat. The suspect was obviously trained, and he also had a three-inch-long scimitar in his hand, and he was quite ruthless. After a stalemate, I started to have a lot of color on my body, and it looked like I couldn't get it off for a while.

At this time, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the direction where the suspect came, and the suspect and I were stunned at the same time, I realized that the suspect had a stealth accomplice, and he should have been hit by Wang Jie at this time, and this gunshot may not be a good thing. The suspect took advantage of my panic and ran away, and I chased after it for a short while, which didn't feel right, because Wang Jie didn't chase him out after the gunshot, and he didn't see anyone running out. I decided to find Wang Jie first.

I walked in the direction of the gunshot, turned two corners, and found Wang Jie lying on the ground next to a dilapidated vending machine. I crouched down to check, and he was lying face down on the ground, one hand pressed under him, all the way to the vending machine, shot in the chest, the bullet penetrating the chest, right in the heart. I reached out and pressed against his carotid artery, and there was a pulse. I turned him over, holding the wound with one hand and slapping him with the other, hoping to wake him up.

He slowly regained consciousness, but apparently not much longer, and as if he was about to say something, I leaned over and put my ear to his mouth. His breath was faint, and he didn't make any sound at all, just staring at the vending machine next to me. I followed his gaze and was surprised to find a watch in the pick-up compartment of the vending machine. I guess that's what he's going to tell me. Nodding at him, he slowly closed his glasses and stopped breathing.

I pulled out my phone and prepared to notify the local police and hospital as I looked around, and it was already getting dark and the lights were on. At this moment, another gunshot suddenly rang out, just hitting the vending machine. I hurriedly put down Wang Jie and ran to the corner to dodge. A moment later, another gunshot rang out at my feet. I had no choice but to turn around and run towards a more secluded place.

Suddenly three motorcycles sprang out of the shadows, and the riders, all armed with machetes, chased me and slashed wildly. I knew that I had been encircled and suppressed, and that such a blatant and menacing hunt should have thought that I had just heard some important information that jeopardized their vital interests. In other words, Wang Jie must have discovered something, which is why they are so nervous.

I went around and around until I managed to get back into the car and get out in my car. The riders did not chase after each other, although it was not in broad daylight, but there should still be something to be afraid of.

Fifteen minutes after I drove out, I made sure that I was not being tracked, so I called the headquarters and contacted Liu Bureau. But the phone has not been answered, and I dare not call other colleagues, because obviously my every move is being monitored, someone must have betrayed the news, otherwise it would not have been so fast, there was such a comprehensive and fierce counterattack. When I returned to the city, Liu Ju called me back. He spoke in a serious tone, and when he came up, he said:

"Ruan Yang, I'll speak next, you have to remember. Wang Jie is dead, you are a suspect, and the Shenzhen police are searching for you everywhere. There are all kinds of indications that there are ghosts within the police force, and from now on, you don't need to report it to anyone, including me. Keep yourself safe as much as possible, and I'll find a way to find out the ghost and restore your innocence. ”

"Bureau Liu, I have a ......" I didn't have time to adapt to this change, and the phone was hung up.

I originally planned to go to the Shenzhen Police Station, but now I have to redo my plan, and the hotel will definitely not be able to go back. Now it's time to find a place to settle down first, and then think about it in the long run. Wang Jie's car could no longer drive, so I left the car on the side of the road, changed into a taxi, and took the car to a central park, ready to go in and go around and change again. At this time, the text message rang, and I opened it to check. It is the hospital information that Ru Jing sent to the hospital that the classmates replied. I suddenly felt a warm heart, there are still Ru Jing in this city. But what about her now? At this time, the text message rang again, and it was from an unfamiliar number. The content is only two words

"Run!"