My desperate jump terrified the policemen, and they shouted in unison with the sound of subway wheels. Since they were behind me, they couldn't see the front of the train clearly, and they all thought that I was buried under the wheels, and I thought that a few seconds later, the train would pass by, and they could see me crushed under the iron wheels, and my flesh was blurred with goosebumps.

I was surprised that this almost suicidal jump would work so easily. Originally, I only had one thought in my heart: even if I died tragically under the wheel, it was better than dying in vain at the hands of Guo Zhenchao and Yin Wenbin's accomplices. Under the influence of Guo Yin and the others, I have long regarded all the police as demons who disregard human life. Besides, at this critical moment, I don't have time to tell the difference between good and bad police. had no choice but to treat them as the accomplices of Guo Yin and the others, fleeing as soon as they could, and hiding when they could.

As the train flew by, the light shining from the windows shone on me, and all the people in the car stood up, looking in my direction in horror, pointing and pointing, and a few children swept by, and looked back with their faces flat on the windowpanes, as if they had seen a monster emerging from the ground.

The windows of the car swept in front of me like a picture frame, and the glass of each window floated my shadow like a flowing mirror. My chest heaved violently, my face was pale, my pupils were wide open, and my left shoulder was covered in blood. Since I was running with the train on the right side of the train, I couldn't see the sight on the right side of my body.

Ignoring the expressions of the people who kept flashing and disappearing in the car window, I reached out my right hand to my right waist and found that there was no blood, just a swollen patch. Only then did I remember that when I jumped off the platform just now, my right foot slid off the railroad tracks, my body was crooked, my right hand supported the ground, and my right waist hit the sleeper softly. Maybe I was so focused on my legs that I didn't notice the lumbar bump. When his left shoulder was grazed by a bullet, the pain in his waist intensified, and he mistakenly thought that he had been shot in his waist.

Now the train was sandwiched between me and the four policemen, blocking their view, and once the train was gone, I could no longer hide and become their prey again. Something had to be done about those few seconds. A few steps away was an emergency fire entrance, and I jumped to the entrance door and pulled it twice, but it didn't move. Time was short, and I continued to run in the same direction as the train.

My arms swung dramatically at my sides, and my toes bounced like springs on the hard concrete pavement.

The power of a person in a dangerous situation is truly astonishing. Within 100 meters, I was on par with a train.

The light from the window of the car fell like a veil over my shoulder, and then slid down, dragging several white plumes behind me.

The car window reflected the face of a little girl with long eyelashes and a slowly turning kite in her hand. The adults around her were all frightened, but she smiled quietly, innocently, happily, and seemed happy to see me race against the train.

The train was running tirelessly, but I gradually felt exhausted, and I fell behind step by step, and the dreamy smiling face of the little girl faded away. She looked back at me, raised her little fist, her mouth opening and closing hard, and a pair of pigtails fluttering up and down her head. She seemed to be shouting cheers. The protruding window obscured her face more and more, and she pressed her face against the glass until only one eye was exposed, half of her face like a moon. The eye was cloudy and blurry, and I could clearly see disappointment in it.

With perseverance, I gritted my teeth and desperately chased the wind-like train through the dark tunnel.

My throat burned and ached, my lungs clenched like sacks, my legs grew strained, and the soles of my feet slammed against the ground harder and harder. The distance between my body and the back of the train was shrinking.

The little girl's face was replaced by countless other faces: a white-haired old man, a young girl, a rickety old man, an ignorant young man......, all kinds of expressions: fear, indifference, amazement, fearlessness, doubt, disdain...... The endless expressions made me feel like I was on a strange planet. Because for these people, I am an outlier, a virus that should be destroyed.

The train sped mercilessly into the depths of the tunnel, pulling out two ethereal white lines behind it. I suddenly realized that I would definitely not be able to catch up with that little girl, just like I couldn't keep up with the fate of running.

The four cops were loaded with guns, and I was unarmed. Not far ahead, a red axe hung on the wall, and I rushed over to take it in my hand. The last section of the train had left me a metre away, when I suddenly noticed a door on the side of the carriage that I could use to climb to the roof with the handle on the door. I mustered all my strength to catch up, but I couldn't close the distance to the train because I was holding a heavy object in my hand. The train seemed to run faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it widened the distance to one or twenty meters and disappeared into the curve.

I complained to myself that I was too slow to react and didn't take advantage of the fleeting opportunity. If I got on the roof of the car, I would have been able to escape to the next station and get rid of the four cops completely. was scolding himself fiercely, when hurried footsteps sounded in the tunnel, and one person shouted: "Quick, don't let Zuo Yan slip through the exit of the station." ”

Three others answered.

It was the voices of those four policemen.

I jumped into the shadows under the roadbed of the sidewalk.

It turned out that after the train passed, the four policemen searched for Zuo Yan's body between the tracks in horror, but they didn't see half a drop of blood after walking dozens of steps, so they knew that Zuo Yan had fled with the car, so they chased him along the tunnel. (To be continued......)