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Liu suddenly stood beneath me, motionless, as if he were listening for something. The other officers followed Liu's lead and halted as well. Liu shone his flashlight around, and after a long pause, he finally spoke, "Did you hear any sounds?"
A few officers shone their lights as well and replied, "Sounds? Probably just some mice making noise."
But I knew what Liu was really referring to; this was definitely not the sound of mice. It was the faint sound of my fingers, Skeleton, contracting and rubbing against each other. Although it was very subtle, I could hear it clearly. Not everyone could endure this kind of physical strain; I felt all my Muscle tense and sore, and I could slip at any moment.
If I fell down like this, I would land right in front of Liu. Not only would I be caught, but Zhao Mingkun would also be in danger.
I gathered all my strength, but the wounds in my mouth began to bleed again from the effort. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. If it weren't for the overpowering stench of the sewer, the smell of blood would be easily recognizable to the police, especially a detective.
I felt like I had no strength left.
At that moment, Liu finally spoke again, "Hmm, let's check the other side. Remember, we must capture them alive; no shooting, understood?"
One officer muttered, "But above says we can shoot if necessary."
Liu smiled coldly at that officer and said seriously, "What is necessary and what isn't—can you tell the difference? No one is allowed to shoot unless I give the order. Understood?"
"Understood," the officer replied.
Then a few of them gradually walked away.
Zhao Mingkun relaxed his body and silently landed on the ground like an elegant cat. I realized how Zhao Mingkun had appeared behind me. But if I were to fall like Zhao Mingkun, I wouldn't be able to do it without crashing into the ground.
Zhao Mingkun said, "Come down; they've gone far enough. If there’s no one over there either, they will definitely come back."
At that moment, I was already drenched in sweat with blood pooling in my mouth. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, blood trickled down my chin: "Wait a moment; they’ve gone far enough. I can't do it like you."
"Zhao Mingkun said, 'I can catch you, come down.'
At that moment, even if Zhao Mingkun hadn't said anything, I knew there was no way I could go back the same way I came. My fingers went limp, and I fell directly down. However, I didn't hit the ground; Zhao Mingkun actually caught me securely. I was drenched in cold sweat, unable to believe that such strength was hidden within her seemingly not-so-strong body.
Thinking of this, I said, 'Impressive, my sister.'
Zhao Mingkun set me down and quickly walked out while saying, 'With your weight of less than one hundred and twenty pounds, catching you is not a problem at all.'
Then she frowned and asked, 'What happened to your mouth? You didn't bite your tongue off, did you?'
I replied, 'It took some effort to get out of the detention center; you know how it is.'
We walked back along the original path but couldn't be sure if anyone was watching above.
I glanced at Zhao Mingkun, and she looked back at me. I said, 'If Liu is looking for me, everything around Ming Zhou has already been set up. I think there's no need for the police station nearby to keep an eye on us; they should be monitoring the other sewer exits to catch us in a trap.'
I had already climbed up and said to Zhao Mingkun, 'Now we have two choices: first, go up; second, wait in the sewer.'
Zhao Mingkun seemed to think for a moment before saying, 'The police have chased us here; they must be certain you would escape through the sewer. If they check the surveillance and see no one left through the alleyway, they'll be even more convinced we're still in the sewer. At that point, they'll definitely conduct a thorough search.'
Zhao Mingkun climbed up as well and added, 'If that happens, we really won't be able to escape.'
'So you agree we should go up then.'
I had already pushed open the manhole cover; sunlight streamed in without any sound of people talking. I understood that there were indeed no guards here. The saying goes that the darkest places are often the safest; perhaps that's just how it is.
Zhao Mingkun and I exchanged glances and replaced the manhole cover."
I asked, "My plan has been disrupted. Where do we go?"
Zhao Mingkun replied, "Follow me. When we go out, we'll be exposed to surveillance. If someone is watching the monitors outside right now, the police will arrive in less than five minutes. Once we step outside, we need to act quickly. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
Zhao Mingkun continued, "So, when I make my move, just watch and don’t say anything."
I had a vague feeling that something was off, but I couldn't voice it.
Zhao Mingkun stepped outside, and I followed closely behind.
Looking towards the alley entrance, Sister Mao's car was already gone; it must have been towed away.
Zhao Mingkun dashed into the street.
This road wasn't particularly secluded; otherwise, Liu wouldn't have found us so quickly. Zhao Mingkun surged forward, causing the cars behind to come to a halt. He moved swiftly without hesitation. The cars on the road weren't slow either; if one of them didn't brake in time, Zhao Mingkun could have been hit directly.
The front of a car stopped just a few centimeters from Zhao Mingkun. The driver might not have seen clearly, but I had a clear view from the side. If it had been just a tenth of a second later, Zhao Mingkun would have been crushed under the wheels.
Zhao Mingkun fell to the ground, and the driver of the first car stopped to check on him. But as soon as the driver got out of the car, Zhao Mingkun pulled out a handgun from his waist.
He pressed the gun against the driver's head, prompting the driver to instinctively raise his hands.
I understood what Zhao Mingkun meant and quickly dashed into the car, taking the driver's seat.
Zhao Mingkun pointed his gun at the driver and slowly got into the vehicle.
" Hurry up," Zhao Mingkun said.
I nodded. The car was still running, and within a few seconds, we were on our way.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I scolded. "That was so dangerous! If that driver had been a rookie, you could have been crushed!"
Zhao Mingkun just smiled and replied, "Aren't we all just gambling with our lives? One moment you’re alive, the next you could be dead. You can control your own actions, but life and death are in the hands of fate. Head west, and after five minutes, we'll take a taxi."
I finally witnessed Zhao Mingkun's reckless side. I wasn't sure if this was his usual way of living. It was thrilling and interesting, but undoubtedly fleeting. While we couldn't predict when accidents or fortune would strike, the odds of staying alive were still quite high if one didn't take unnecessary risks.
Yet some people loved to gamble; some wagered money, while others gambled their lives.
Five minutes later, we randomly parked the car on the street, and Zhao Mingkun hailed a taxi. With an outsider present, we exchanged no words. For the next hour, we spent our time in the taxi. Zhao Mingkun took a convoluted route with no clear direction, and we switched taxis at least seven or eight times.
Finally, after getting out at a certain location, Zhao Mingkun said to me, "After going in circles like this, I’m almost dizzy myself. Even if they check the surveillance footage, it’ll take them a while to catch up."
"What now?" I asked.
Zhao Mingkun pointed to the ground and said, "Let’s go; we’ll circle around in the sewer for a bit. By the time we come out, you won’t even know where you are."
I tapped my head and replied, "Not necessarily. The maps of Dongxing City—both above and below ground—are already etched in my mind."
"Well, you’re quite impressive," Zhao Mingkun remarked.
I shrugged. "If I weren't impressive, I wouldn't have made it into the Special Operations Group."
We fell silent as we wandered through the sewer for over an hour before finally resurfacing. At that moment, we found ourselves in the western part of the city. Even if there were surveillance nearby, the police wouldn’t think to check here, so they wouldn’t retrieve any footage from this area. However, the longer we stayed here, the more likely we were to expose ourselves.
Zhao Mingkun gave me the address of a district and said, "This is where I rented a place before. You go ahead; I have some things to take care of. I'll be back in about ten minutes."
"What things?" I asked.
Zhao Mingkun didn't answer and had already left.
I shook my head and took the key as I headed upstairs. When I pushed open the door, I heard the sound of glass shattering. My brow furrowed as I stepped inside and saw a wine bottle lying on the floor. I had seen Zhao Mingkun's vigilance many times; having such a setup to alert herself if someone entered was typical of her style.
More importantly, when I opened the door, I noticed a head slowly drifting down. This was undoubtedly another one of Zhao Mingkun's creations. If someone had been here before, the head would surely have fallen. Even if a visitor noticed it, they wouldn't be able to place it back exactly as it was.
I walked into the room and observed that the position of the wine bottle was quite unique, making it difficult to replicate.
No wonder she was a woman who had evaded capture for so long; no wonder she left Captain Shao at a loss.
After contemplating for a moment, I stepped further into the room.
The living room was empty—no television, no computer, no books.
It was completely bare.
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