I received an anonymous message on a park bench, and this anonymous message usually came from two sources and intentions, one was to mislead my judgment and make me go in the wrong direction in a panic, and then fall into the full set of paintings. The other is that they really want to help, but they don't want to go too deep so as not to get into trouble. Either way, the person sending the message won't let me know who he is, but he must know who I am, and what's even more terrifying is that he knows my precise location. In this way, there are two possibilities, one is that he has been following me, and I am in his line of sight; One is that he located my phone or some other electronic device on my body, which is more likely.

With that in mind, I looked around and turned off my phone and tried to pull out the SIM card. But it's cumbersome, and this action is difficult to accomplish without standard tools. I didn't find anyone who was following me, so I had to conclude that it was the phone's problem. You have to find a way to leave. But where can I go, I thought of another text message just now, about the hospital where Ru Jing was staying. I might be able to go to Ru Jing, but that might involve her again, and besides, I don't know exactly what she's like now. But I probably can't really find anyone else I can trust except Ru Jing to believe me.

Thinking like this, I had already left the park, and I happened to see a car that had just driven in parked in the parking lot, and a few strangers walked out of the car, all with daggers hidden in their hands, and they thought that it was most likely coming at me. It was not easy to keep up so quickly. I secretly flagged down a taxi and told the driver to go to Marina Hospital.

Not long after the taxi left, we encountered a traffic jam in the evening rush hour, and we were stuck in the middle of the long convoy and crawling step by step. I was so anxious that I wasn't sure if anyone was still following me, and I kept looking out of the rearview mirror. The taxi driver also began to talk without a word, saying that the law and order had not been very good recently, that he had heard the news in the afternoon that there had been a shooting at the pier, that a policeman had died, and that the evening rush hour had not come so quickly, and that it should have been caused by checking the car.

When I heard this, I was shocked and asked him if there was any other route to take, and he said that he couldn't move if he did, so let me be patient. I said I was in a hurry, so I gave the money and got out of the car and left. But no, as soon as I got out of the taxi, I saw the van I had just seen at the entrance of the park in the distance, so I immediately ran to the side of the road, hoping not to be discovered. It backfired, and soon the thugs got out of the car and pounced in my direction like hungry wolves.

As a last resort, I began a new round of escape. I ran towards the crowd, betting that they wouldn't dare to be too public, and sure enough, in the crowd, they only dared to follow me closely, so I went into a mall, and the thugs followed into the mall. I wanted to get rid of this group of people by the layout of the mall, so I turned around layer by layer, thinking that this group of people was likely to follow my mobile phone signal, so I had to take out my mobile phone, and then glanced at the information of Ru Jing Hospital, and then emptied the information, emptied the phone, and found a trash can to throw away the phone.

But the thugs didn't shake it off so quickly, I came out the back door of the mall, there was a well-maintained construction site next to the mall, the sound of the drilling rig crashing, the deafening sound of the bell, people couldn't help but tighten their scalps and beat faster. I bypassed the construction site and entered another urban village.

The distance between the buildings here is narrow, and each building is like a dusty tofu block, yellow, dirty, and a little fragile, distorted. From the first floor to the seventh floor, the windows on each floor are sealed with rusty railings, the doors of each building are closed, and all kinds of small white advertisements are posted on the doors, renting houses, repairing cars, unlocking locks, etc., the flow of people in this village is relatively dense.

There are also more people setting up stalls, some of them occupy the lanes, blocking the intersection, and then the verbal dispute between the passing vehicle drivers and the vendors and the roaring sound of construction equipment make the place look unusually noisy and dilapidated. I bypassed the vendors, followed the flow of people, and entered a small building that was relatively inward, the corridor was narrow, but there was an elevator. At this time, I saw that the group of thugs had entered the gate of the urban village, and saw me enter the building gate. I gave up the elevator and went straight to the staircase, there was a small window on each floor of the staircase, and a lot of glass was broken, and I walked all the way upstairs, thinking about how to get rid of this group of big tails.

Then the door of the corridor rang again, and I knew that they had followed, so I quickened my pace, and the distance between the buildings here was about less than 2 meters, and in some places it looked less than 1 meter, and I thought that I could go up to another floor from the top of the building. So he ran desperately to the rooftop. At this time, there was also the sound of footsteps behind him. I rushed up to the rooftop to find a good angle and landing spot to jump over, when a thug rushed up, he had a gun in his hand, he hesitated to shoot, I took advantage of his hesitation, rushed up to dodge the gun, knocked him to the ground, and then quickly aimed at a nearby building and jumped over.

At this time, the other people also rushed to the rooftop, and when I was in mid-air, I heard a gunshot, and then a piercing pain in my right leg hit me, and I fell on the roof of the opposite building, and I didn't have time to check where the bullet hit, I got up and rushed to the stairs, but the door was locked. At this time, some of the thugs jumped over one after another, and I had to continue to jump to the other side, but because my right leg had lost support, I couldn't jump to the opposite side, and I barely grabbed the air conditioner in the opposite building with both hands, and then had to climb down the air conditioner and the iron window layer by layer. Some of the thugs followed me to the opposite building, while others found their way down to wait for me. I found a staircase window to get into, then followed the elevator down the stairs again, back to the ground, and rushed into the crowd.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and in the depths of this dilapidated urban village, the lights seemed much sparser, and every dark foot on the ground was filled with sticky dirt, and it was impossible to tell what it was. The thugs are still chasing me. I don't know if they're going to catch me and torture me, ask me what I know, or if they're going to do whatever they can to kill me on the spot. But no matter what, looking at such a ferocious posture, it should be impossible to let me jump around like this.

I turned into an alley, and the door of a slightly lower building was ajar, and I got in again while no one was there. dragged his injured leg and his newly dislocated arm all the way, and walked upstairs with difficulty, thinking about whether the person who killed Wang Jie was among this group of people, and what Wang Jie wanted to tell me in the end, it would cause such a violent counterattack.

Thinking so, I had already reached the roof, and the roof was empty, except for the cement bricks that had fallen off from disrepair, and the moss that had dried and blackened. I cautiously leaned down against the wall and looked down, and found that two thugs had already walked to the door of the building and were about to go upstairs, while the others were not far away from the building. I looked at the other side of the building, it was impossible to jump over, it was still okay to jump down, and although the fifth floor was not high, it should be enough to be fatal. Then I noticed the big open trash can leaning against the wall, full of black garbage bags, and if I managed to jump into the trash can, I might have a chance to survive.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the stairs, and the thugs on the other side were gathering in this direction. There is no other way, if I fight hard, I am weak, and I am already seriously injured, I must be unable to defeat and run away. There is still a chance to jump down, so let's fight.

With that in mind, I took a few steps backwards, aimed at the dumpster downstairs, ran, accelerated, and jumped. Luckily, I just hit and smashed into the garbage bin, unfortunately, the garbage bag in the garbage bin was not as soft as I thought, all kinds of filth were crushed by gravity, deformed, splashed, I felt the bones of my whole body creak, I couldn't help but breathe heavily, and then the smell of suffocation and disgusting came to my face. I tried to climb out, but I didn't have the strength to move. At this time, the crowd was approaching, so I had to grab a few more garbage bags and cover myself, holding my pistol in both hands against my chest, always ready to face hand-to-hand combat.

The thugs passed by the garbage cans, and someone directed them to disperse the search, probably because of the unpleasant smell coming from the garbage can, and they quickly avoided it. I lay in the dumpsters, listening to the sounds outside, listening to the thugs rummaging through the village over and over again, searching, passing through the dumpsters again and again, and scattering again and again. I began to feel some kind of reptile crawling on my skin, rats starting to come out to feed, and through the cracks, I could feel the lights in the village being extinguished one by one. The construction site and living quarters are quiet. The thugs should have already left, and my tense nerves finally relaxed.

After the high level of tension, once relaxed, the whole person's consciousness began to dissipate, and Ru Ling's heart-rending crying began to appear in front of my eyes one after another, as well as Ru Ling's face like ashes, and the expressionless woman in the airport shuttle bus, Wang Jie who was covered in blood and struggling to say something, and the mysterious text message, there are too many things.....

Three years ago, three years later, these people are still entangled, as if by accident, as if someone deliberately dug it out of the dirt, peeled it off, washed it, wrapped it up, and sent it to me, wanting me to know the truth, and wanting me to feel that it was beautiful. My eyes were starting to blur and my whole body was stiff, and I knew I was on the verge of a coma, hoping that everything was gone when I woke up. If I can't wake up, hopefully someone can ........... for me