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At 3:40 PM on October 24, 2014, the citizens of North City walking in Central Square would forever remember this moment, often recalling it with expressions of terror. They witnessed a scene that would be etched in their memories, with some fainting from fright on the spot. Many were left in a daze, thinking it was merely a dream, but upon opening their eyes to unchanged surroundings, they finally understood that it was all too real.
Three hours before this moment.
Two teams from the Police Department had already arrived at People's Square and Central Square. Both squares were open spaces, wide and unobstructed; one could even ride a bicycle in if they wished. It was noon, yet both locations were bustling with people.
There were those hurrying home from work or school, children chasing each other around the square, diners at nearby restaurants and food stalls, and moviegoers gathering outside cinemas. The atmosphere was vibrant and lively. Among these crowds, a large group of people entered quietly.
They were couples nestled on benches, diners at street vendors, waiters glancing at their watches, and many simply strolling through the square. You might notice that these individuals had sharp gazes, occasionally scanning their surroundings with subtle movements. They shared a common identity: they were undercover police officers.
Their mission was to identify suspicious criminals among the throngs of people in the vast square. They needed to prevent any destructive activities and apprehend the suspect! This task was monumental; they had to be one hundred percent attentive and two hundred percent patient. At the same time, they needed to ensure that the cunning Killer did not discover their true identities.
As they searched for the Killer, perhaps the Killer was also searching for them.
The microphone communications were fully connected. At this moment, I was in an SUV with members of the Special Investigation Team and our Captain. Everything had been adjusted perfectly without any issues. The Captain spoke into the mic: “Team One of Second Team, stay alert for any unusual movements and report immediately if anything arises. Acknowledge receipt.”
“Received!” Team One responded.
“Received,” Second Team acknowledged.
With communication confirmed as operational, the Captain turned to me and said, “All communications are functioning well. I specifically instructed them not to look around too obviously or glance back and forth to avoid being detected by the Killer. Now we just wait for him. Whether he shows up is up to fate…”
Two hours before this moment.
An hour had passed without any sign of activity. With no trace or movement from the Killer, the undercover officers began to grow restless. The Captain repeatedly urged them to remain patient; if the Killer didn’t show up, they should consider it a day off. They had been tired these past few days, and such opportunities were rare.
At that moment, a group of elderly performers from the Sunset Red Elderly Performance Troupe arrived at People's Square. They formed a line in the square and took out their packages, some containing handkerchiefs and others filled with silk. Then, they began to joyfully dance in the square. The leading lady shouted, "Today, we from the Sunset Red Elderly Performance Troupe are here to bring joy to everyone."
As she spoke, the elderly performers sang, danced, and showcased their unique talents. The square quickly became lively, attracting a large crowd of onlookers. People surrounded the Sunset Red Elderly Performance Troupe in layers, creating a sea of faces waving red flags.
Upon hearing this report, the Captain addressed his team, saying, "It's fine to observe from a distance. Those who aren't drawn to this spectacle are often more suspicious. Check nearby for anyone who seems unaffected by this scene; those individuals are worth investigating. Stay low-key and proceed with caution."
Following the Captain's advice, everyone sprang into action.
One hour before this moment.
Just as the Sunset Red Senior Performance Troupe was capturing everyone's attention, another group arrived. These individuals claimed to be members of the Twilight Square Dance People's Square Division. The dispute began when a member of the Sunset Red Senior Performance Troupe mocked the Twilight Square Dance members for not knowing what true dance was.
They believed that square dancing was inferior and that Yangge was a more sophisticated form of dance, while the Twilight Square Dance members argued that square dancing was closer to the people. Soon after, both teams engaged in a civil dance-off, but neither side could claim victory.
Half an hour before this moment.
Under pressure from the crowd, the friendly competition quickly escalated into rude insults. Fueled by pride and vanity, the elderly men began to shout louder to impress the women in their group, leading to an all-out brawl.
Chaos erupted around them; some onlookers eagerly encouraged both sides to fight while others recorded videos for social media out of indignation. There were also well-meaning citizens trying to intervene and stop the brawl between the two groups. A diverse crowd surrounded the square tightly, even drawing in people who were on their way to work or school.
When we learned of this situation, the Captain couldn't help but curse. Given the current state of affairs, relying solely on enthusiastic bystanders would not suffice to separate both sides. If our undercover officers stationed locally did not intervene now, things could spiral out of control.
After conferring with Captain Gao, I quickly ordered the undercover officers at People's Square: "Leave a few behind; everyone else should reveal their identities and stop this brawl between the two elderly activity groups! Then withdraw from the scene and exit your undercover mission."
At this moment, all we could do was pray that the Killer was not at People's Square, or perhaps still on the way. We could only hope that the Killer would not witness this scene.
Upon receiving orders from me and the Captain, the majority of the police revealed their identities. Under the coordination of these officers, the turmoil was quickly quelled. The two factions finally ceased their attacks, but neither side was willing to back down, continuing to hurl insults at each other across the police line, seemingly trying to sway the other with their sharp tongues.
Thus, the police had no choice but to patiently persuade these elderly individuals, whose average age was already over fifty-five, to endure for a moment and let things settle. After all, what mattered most in life was happiness; why bother worrying about such trivial matters? They should lighten up; both the Sunset Red Senior Performance Troupe and the Twilight Square Dance Team were among the best…
Twenty minutes before this moment.
As everyone awaited a historic reconciliation between the two groups, some had already heard a distant "buzzing" sound growing closer. However, at that time, most people were still focused on the open conflict between the two "heavenly groups" in the center of the square and did not pay much attention to this sound.
As time passed, more and more people began to hear it and started searching for its source. Soon enough, someone spotted a dark dot moving across the sky toward them. The crowd realized that the sound was emanating from this object.
Ten minutes before this moment.
By now, reconciliation was nearing its conclusion; it wasn't that both sides wanted to continue fighting. Rather, they too had heard that sound, which was growing louder—similar to that of a tricycle or a tractor. Everyone turned to look, and then they witnessed a scene they would find hard to comprehend for the rest of their lives.
Five minutes before this moment.
As everyone turned to see what it was, the object had reached the edge of the square. They could almost make out its shape: it was a person flying in the sky. Their body was parallel to the ground, dressed in black with a hooded outfit, resembling a superhero in flight.
If it weren't for the "massive" helicopter hovering above them, many would have truly believed this person was a superhero. It turned out that there was a helicopter over one meter long attached to them; while it could belong to a toy aircraft, this one burned diesel fuel and appeared modified by the Killer, capable of supporting a person's weight.
Everyone was stunned by this spectacle; most couldn't help but cheer for it. This was far more entertaining than watching two elderly performance groups argue. As the aircraft flew closer, people's astonishment grew even more profound. Many who were trying to take pictures dropped their phones in shock as they struggled to keep steady.
At that moment.
People finally saw who the person flying with the Toy Helicopter really was. No, to be precise, it was a corpse. This corpse, although dressed, had no head at all. From beneath the hat, it was clear that the hat was merely propped up by a stick protruding from the neck.
"This person, this person has no head!" someone began to scream.
"What on earth is going on here!"
Some people started to flee, others kept asking questions, but many were so frightened that they didn't know what to do; they just stood there in a daze, watching as the corpse gradually flew above their heads. At that moment, the buzzing sound began to diminish.
The crowd watched as the rotors on top and sides of the helicopter visibly slowed down. At the same time, the corpse began to sway from side to side. When it reached a certain point, the corpse suddenly yanked on the helicopter and fell down. At that moment, several onlookers below were knocked to the ground by the falling body.
Instantly, there were screams akin to those of slaughtered pigs; the people in the square were dumbfounded. Some shouted incessantly, while others frantically called for the police. Even more alarmingly, someone yelled, "I've seen this on TV; this is a terrorist's suicide bomb! Run! This place will be leveled soon..."
The square descended into chaos. At this time, the police from the Police Department realized what the Killer meant by wanting to create a big news story. Thousands of people in the square witnessed the scene of the Killer throwing down a body; there was no way to cover it up now.
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