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The police car wailed as it cleared a path for us on the main road. In just over ten minutes, we arrived at a nearby hospital. There were four people in the car, making a total of five, including me. Upon reaching the hospital, one of the officers hurriedly helped me with the registration and payment while the others followed closely behind.
I tugged at one of the officer's arms and said, "I need to use the restroom."
The officer glanced at me and coldly replied, "What restroom? Hold it."
At that moment, I smiled and disregarded everything else, pulling my pants down right there in the bustling lobby of the hospital. My action immediately suggested to everyone around that I should be in a mental institution rather than here. Within seconds, loud screams erupted from all directions.
Some people ran away, others screamed, and many more gathered around, eager to witness the spectacle. The officer was clearly taken aback by my unexpected behavior and stood frozen in place. There were plenty of onlookers; some were cheering, some were taking pictures, while others called for security.
But they all forgot that standing in the middle of this chaos were police officers.
Ignoring the pain in my tongue and mouth, I shouted, "Brothers, Sisters, Elders, Fellow Villagers! Step back a bit; let me show you something amazing! I can run down the stairs while pulling my pants down. Just watch!"
With that, I began to walk toward the stairs while holding up my pants. The crowd instinctively parted to give me space, seemingly eager to see what I would do next.
With each step I took, my heart raced. The stairway was just ahead; once I turned the corner, everything would be successful.
I had done this many times before; curiosity is an innate emotion that humans cannot avoid. No one expected that once I turned the corner at the stairway, I would never reappear. The officers were still surrounded by a crowd and had no way to break free.
"Wu Meng."
Zhang Qinrui's voice called out from afar as I saw him being swept along by the crowd, unable to escape. I took one last look at him before disappearing around the corner of the stairs.
I could see a window with a guardrail. If everything was fine, I would walk over, remove the guardrail, and it would all be over. But would Sister Mao really do that? Would she comply with my request, knowing that I was now a suspect?
I approached the window and grabbed the guardrail firmly, pulling back with all my strength, but it didn’t budge.
A shock ran through me; it made sense that Sister Mao wouldn’t help. I couldn’t expect someone who had only aligned with me out of self-interest to assist me in my most critical moment. I had already thought of a backup plan: if this didn’t work, I would perform a comedic act of running while trying to take off my pants.
As I pondered this, I pulled again with all my might, and this time I felt the guardrail loosen. My heart leaped with joy as I yanked hard, pulling down a quarter of the guardrail. It dawned on me that I had inadvertently grabbed a section that hadn’t been tampered with before; naturally, it wouldn’t come down easily.
I squeezed through the window just wide enough for me to escape while deep in thought. Looking at the guardrail, I noticed several iron posts had broken off at their bases—not cut directly but corroded by something. This indicated that Sister Mao had treated these railings specially, making it seem as if they had been forcibly pulled apart due to rust.
Once outside, I quickly discarded my suspect's vest onto the ground.
I ran towards the back door of the hospital, feeling drenched in sweat and parched. The wound in my mouth throbbed painfully as I moved. Blood had already begun to trickle from the corner of my mouth without needing any suction.
At the back door, an ordinary sedan was parked.
A figure emerged from the car—it was none other than Sister Mao.
I seized her by the neck and pushed her into the vehicle.
“Drive,” I commanded.
“You're hurting me,” Sister Mao protested.
I didn’t ease my grip but replied, “If I don’t leave some marks on you, how will you manage to escape? Have you done what I asked?”
Hearing my words, Sister Mao immediately started the car, allowing me to grip her neck. I watched as my nails slowly pierced into her skin, her blood trickling out. The bright red liquid flowed down her neck, dripping onto the car.
Her face showed no expression, and she seemed to feel no pain at all.
She said, "I've taken care of everything you asked for; the items are in the trunk."
"Don't lower your head," I instructed. "Your expression is far too unprofessional; pretend to be scared and in pain. There are cameras all over the city, and their clarity is enough to capture your face. Just make sure everything is ready; now drive towards the suburbs. You know the route."
Sister Mao heard me and immediately put on a weak demeanor, saying, "The suburbs? Aren't we leaving Dongxing City?"
I shook my head and then replied, "By the time the police arrive, you'll still be stuck on the ring road. Try to head towards the suburbs; stop after an hour, and I'll find a way to leave."
"How will you get away?" Sister Mao asked.
I said, "In less than five minutes, others will realize I've kidnapped you. In half an hour, your car will be found. Within an hour, nearby police will arrive. After you stop, you need to call the police yourself, understand? This way, you can clear your suspicion."
"I understand," Sister Mao replied. "But I haven't found that person you asked me to look for."
I nodded and said, "It's normal that you couldn't find her. She’s someone who has never been easy to locate. However, since you've already spread the word, I believe she should eventually hear about it."
"Who is this girl?" Sister Mao glanced at me and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why do you think she can help you?"
I looked at Sister Mao and replied, "Sometimes, knowing too much can be dangerous."
I smiled lightly, though it was a painful smile. I said, "There's something I must do now; I hope you can endure it."
"What?"
Without waiting for Sister Mao to finish her words, I continued to grip her neck with one hand while the other clutched my throat. Then, I began to vomit uncontrollably. Although I had no idea what swallowing a cigarette would do to my body, I still couldn't accept the fact that I had actually swallowed one.
After a long while of retching, when I finally saw the cigarette, nearly dissolved by stomach acid, I felt a lot better. I didn't care about the blood and vomit that had spilled everywhere.
As I looked down, I casually pulled a small box from the bag. This bag was filled with snacks and other items, but hidden among them was this box. Inside it were a stack of rolled-up bills and a SIM card.
The box wasn't large; with a flick of my wrist, I tucked it into my sleeve.
When I raised my hand again, the items had vanished without a trace.
A strong smell of blood mixed with a sour odor quickly spread through the car. Sister Mao frowned and said, "I must be crazy to help you."
I smiled calmly and replied, "Do you see that opening up ahead? Park the car there."
Sister Mao nodded and parked in the alley.
This alley surely had no surveillance. I said, "Sister Mao, thank you. To be honest, I really didn't expect you to help a fugitive without knowing anything."
Sister Mao suddenly laughed and said, "I used to be a prostitute. I've entertained more clients than you've seen men. Just because someone is a whore doesn't mean they can't have feelings. If I had a choice, I wouldn't want that life. Besides, anyone who can call Huang Erge 'brother' can't be all bad."
"Let's go; you'd better not come back," Sister Mao said.
"I will come back; this isn't over yet. Remember, as soon as I get out of the car, call the police—don't forget."
Sister Mao, what else do you want? I have already opened the car door and gotten out.
As I walked forward, I pondered the map of this place in my mind. Previously, to catch the Murderer with Multiple Personality, Mary had shown us a detailed map that vividly presented itself before me, including the buildings above ground and even those below.
At this moment, that impression lingered in my mind.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh. I never expected that the map initially drawn up to find the Murderer would now serve as my escape route. If my memory served me right, there should be a sewer entrance in the distance.
As long as I entered the sewer, I could emerge from any exit I could think of without any mishap.
I hurried a few steps and indeed spotted a sewer opening ahead of me. In this alleyway, once the police found this place, I could surface from any of the sewer exits and leave unnoticed; there were so many options that they would hardly be able to track me down.
With a firm grip, I pulled the manhole cover shut. The light below dimmed significantly, and for a moment, my eyes struggled to adjust. I stood still for quite a while until my vision adapted to the darkness. However, my visibility was limited to half a meter; even stretching out my hand, I couldn't see my fingers.
I never imagined I would end up living underground.
Suddenly, thoughts of the Murderer with Multiple Personality crossed my mind—Zhao Mingkun. Who truly enjoys darkness? It's just that some cannot stand in the sunlight. If one could walk freely under the sun on the streets, who wouldn't want that? Yet, some paths are inherently dark. Sometimes, once you choose that path, there's no turning back.
We can only walk straight into the darkness.
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