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"How much longer?"
I asked the man who suddenly appeared before me.
"Ten seconds."
The man was dressed in red, his face obscured by a mask, making it impossible to see his features. His voice was hoarse yet resolute.
"What should I do?"
I asked anxiously.
"Look closely; the details of the bomb are hidden in these lines."
After saying this, the man turned and left.
"Look closely..."
I couldn't believe it; it was just that simple a phrase. But I had no time to think further.
I immediately turned my attention to the screen.
"Five, four, three..."
I scrutinized every line displayed, even employing the circuit knowledge I had learned in the past.
"Two, one..."
With only a minute left, I still hadn't found any clues. I swallowed hard, sweat dampening my hair and obscuring my view of the lines.
"Zero."
It's over...
Those two words filled my mind.
Suddenly, a blinding white light surged toward me.
Boom—
I opened my eyes to a world of white.
The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air. I tried to move, but every part of my body screamed in pain.
"You’re awake!"
A familiar voice rang in my ears. I struggled to turn my head and saw my girlfriend wearing a mask, her face weary. She was holding a little girl by the hand, who chirped in a sweet voice, "Uncle, thank you for saving everyone! You’re a big hero."
"Thank you..." I replied weakly.
Looking at the mother and daughter before me, I knew I had succeeded.
"You’ve been unconscious for three days. She’s been by your side the whole time," the doctor said as he walked in, his face filled with envy.
I forced a smile and glanced at my girlfriend. She removed her mask, gently stroked my head, and said with tears in her eyes, "I’m fine. I don’t blame you."
As I looked at her, memories flooded back of that moment on the subway when I saw her being dragged away. Guilt washed over me. At that time, to protect my identity, I could only watch as it happened. Now, even though the mission was successful, I couldn’t forgive myself.
That scene replayed in my dreams over and over again, trapping me in its grip like a curse etched deeply into my soul. I couldn’t face my girlfriend; I didn’t deserve her forgiveness.
I am Yu Sheng, an Undercover Police officer. Six months ago, I boarded an ordinary subway train.
The purpose was simply to track a suspect.
On the subway, I saw a man reaching out with his wicked hands toward a young woman in a suit and short skirt. That woman was my girlfriend. To avoid exposing my mission, I had to turn a blind eye to their struggle. I constantly hoped someone would step in to stop this violence. But no one did.
When the train arrived at the station, the man yanked her by the hair and dragged her out. At that moment, as she was pulled away, she fell back, and I saw her face. Her eyes were filled with helplessness, desperately looking at me. I wanted to save her, but I couldn’t. As an Undercover Police officer, the mission came first. I could only watch as someone else took her away.
I caught a whiff of her familiar scent; it was the body wash we had bought together. I stared at the Train Door as it slowly closed, my heart filled with guilt and injustice. I tried my best to suppress my emotions, not letting anyone see through my facade. Yet, people around me were glancing at me knowingly, as if to say, "You’re a man who can’t even protect a woman."
When the train stopped, I stepped out of the subway station. Watching the bustling traffic and throngs of people outside, I felt lost and directionless. The mission was successful. Yet, I didn’t dare go back.
I hid in a Motel, drinking all day to numb myself.
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