I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

Then another text message:

"Before 9 o'clock, one person went to the first street lamp in Xinhua North Street. I want to talk to you. It is not outdated."

The signature is still "horse".

What should the police officer do in the end, do you want to trade with me and use me to exchange his father, but his hateful character, if he believes that his father is guilty, he will not let the criminals go.

Anyway, now is not the time to continue to give Gongcai Cai birthday, I claim that there is an emergency, to leave early, Xiaoqin and Amy almost asked me what happened at the same time, I use "family affairs" Perfuse them, and the attitude reveals that they do not want to continue to be questioned.

Try to say goodbye to everyone, refused Xiaoqin to accompany me, and Amy wanted to use the car to send me the good intentions, I was alone on the road, took a taxi and went straight to Xinhua North Street.

In the car, I dialed a few calls to my dad's mobile phone, but always showed that "the other party did not turn on", and the hotel's fixed telephone could not get through.

Did Dad really be caught up and met the police officer's face, I have to ask, his people's police, privately meet with the suspect's son, what is the purpose of ulterior.

Xinhua North Street used to be one of the most prosperous streets in Dongshan City. However, with the reconstruction of the city, the former department stores have closed down one after another, and people went to the empty space, leaving only a few large “demolition” words on the old red wall.

I chose the joint in this place, I really don't know what medicine the horse police officer sold in the gourd.

Moreover, the first street light specified in the text message was bad. With the gradual darkness of the sky, I stood under the street light, and my heart raised a sense of uncertainty.

As far as I know, the police officer is very punctual, and now it is only 8 o'clock. He asked me to go to the designated place before 9 o'clock. It seems that I am very busy. It seems that I can always wait here for me, but the police officer. It is clear that the work is busy, and the poisoning in the morning is black, and the time is not enough.

Not good, I am not too convinced of the two text messages, although the content and tone are quite consistent with the identity of the police officer, but carefully scrutinized, there are still flaws.

I just wanted to leave under the streetlight, but from the street and the street, I walked over four burly men, each wearing a headgear like a bank robber, and holding a one-of-a-kind softball bat. .

It’s an enemy, but there is a lot of enemies, and there are a lot of youth gangs that I have enemies. But they have never asked adults to help them. In addition, they have painstakingly faked text messages to lead me. I must be a person who is familiar with me. Get it, who is it, who is selling me.

"Touching", the attacker's bat hits the lamppost. I evade and ask who they are, but since the other person wears a hood, she is not ready to show her identity. She does not speak at all when attacking me. It’s not much worse than four zombies.

I am widowed by the enemy, and the other has weapons. Even those who are irrational, I am planning to retreat first.

I stared at the tallest hooded man's eyes and released him with infinite killing through his eyes.

Of course, the unscrupulous killing technique of "killing by eye" does not exist. I just test whether the other party is a professional killer or a timid class.

However, in the face of the killing that I released, the other side did not show contempt, nor did it reveal a fleeting timidity. Instead, there was an indifferent attitude.

Abnormal, very abnormal, due to the hunting instinct of more than tens of thousands of years, no matter how weak the opponent is, the male will always be very excited when fighting, but today my opponent, with a kind of insensitivity to find me trouble, It’s like walking dead.

Nima is really a zombie. I am neither an alien orphaned nor a mutated animal. I can’t make a zombie to deal with me. Since I can’t understand the depth of the other person, there is nothing to be ashamed of in the face of four adults. So I turned and ran.

But their eyes are numb, but the action is not slow. The four people are arranged in an orderly manner, blocking the route that I might escape from four directions.

The wind of the bat passed over the top of my head and the side of my body, and I was shocked by a cold sweat. I left to the right and flashed to the left and left, and the danger was like a ring, and I was exhausted.

"Who are you special?" I asked again, but no one answered me. The big "demolition" on the red wall behind me seemed to laugh at my desperation.

It was a quick and ruthless blow. Although the head was a little worse, I also wiped my trouser pocket and hoped that the cottage in the trouser pocket was not broken.

By the way, I can use my mobile phone to ask for help. If I call Pentis, I will be 4 adults or 8 zombies. He can always stumble in a round. If I let Peng Peisi accompany me to Xinhua North Street, I will not be as desolate as I am now.

Rejecting the accompaniment of Amy and Pentax, there is a deeper reason, that is, I thought it was the horse officer who asked me about it, and then there might be a link between me and my dad. Amy also appeared here. I don't know if it will cause my father's embarrassment. Amy is, after all, a child born after his wife rushed to the United States with others.

But now the situation is completely different, this is a trap at all, and in the face of four masked gangsters holding bats, I have no gaps in the phone dialing.

"Hey, hello, what is your alert?"

The yellow wind cell phone in the trouser pocket suddenly made a big question in the hands-free mode.

I stunned God and didn't react immediately. The voice said:

"110 is not a joke. If you call 110 and do not report to the police, it is a waste of state resources. If the circumstances are serious, you must pursue legal responsibility..."

Hey, when did I dial 110? After I used up my mobile phone, I always resumed the lock screen state. It is impossible to dial out the alarm call because of friction. Is it just that the masked gangster’s bat has been slammed and wiped me away? After that, with a coincidence of one in 100,000, I set a 110 emergency number for me.

Although it is logically unbelievable, the reality is that we cannot give up the opportunity to fall from the sky. I try my best to answer 110 operators:

"I, I have a warning. Now my situation is very dangerous. There are 4 masked people attacking me with a stick. I am under the first street lamp in Xinhua North Street. If you don't send someone, you can only give me. I have taken the corpse,"

The operator Xiao Ge may have received too many false alarms. Instead of trusting me in the first place, he asked slowly: "Why are they going to hit you?"

As if to verify my words, the four masked people launched a new round of attack. At the same time, the sound of the bat and the brick wall collided with each other. As I ducked, I rushed to the operator and shouted:

"You believe this time, I will die if I don't come again."

The operator believes that there is something wrong with me. He is busy with me: "Send someone right away, you insist on it."

With the guarantee of 110, although the situation has not changed, I have also increased my confidence. I rushed to four masked people:

"No matter who you are, the police will come. You will wait for the guns when you arrive."

Although I know that not all police officers carry guns on mission, it is always good to scare criminals.

The result was better than I expected. The four masked people exchanged a look, and easily dispersed the encirclement and retreated from me.

As the last masked man disappeared into the distant night, the 110-called policeman also arrived at the scene. I later learned that the nearest police station was less than 100 meters, so the speed of the police was so fast.

The traces of the fight left on the scene indicated that I did not lie. According to the usual example, I was called to the police station to record a confession. They asked me if I knew the identity of the other person. I was confused and could only say that I was in bad luck. The runaways.

In fact, the other party is not a violent group, and even the violent people who are not on the locomotive are counted as violent people.

After the police uncles released me, I was thinking **** the way home.

First of all, I got in touch with my dad again. This luck made a good call to Dad’s mobile phone. Dad said that there was always a harassing call in the past two hours, so I shut down. As for the hotel’s fixed line, no one answered. It is because others are not in the hotel.

As for the arrest of the drug, it is purely false. After confirming this, let my father rest early and hang up.

I really can't figure it out.

I used a text message to lie to me. It must be a person who is very familiar with me. He even deliberately harassed his father and made sure that his father was not in the hotel, which made me mistakenly think that Dad was really caught.

And this is by no means a simple prank. The four adults who have bats and bats are also mixed out for half a year. It is so simple to mobilize such human resources to deal with me.

However, what puzzled me the most was the alarm call that was inexplicably hit.

I have never had a lottery ticket since I was born. Even the "one more bottle" of carbonated drinks, there are only a handful of times. How can there be such a dog, and the attacker will trigger the phone to dial 110.

If there is no such alarm call, facing four well-prepared adult opponents, today I am so fierce and may die here.

From this point of view, I am not saved by my mobile phone.

Although I have already walked on the brightly lit road, it is only 50 meters away from my own community, but my heart has raised the deep fear of the sea.

The mental patient's letter has predicted to me: my cell phone will save my life.

Today's business is not a test of his prophecy. It is irrefutable that he was saved by a mobile phone.

However, this...this is impossible. This unscientific thing has challenged my outlook on the world of values ​​of life.

Fang Xin also said: If you don't go to him to help change your destiny, my favorite person will die...

The madman's language that has always been dismissed as a nonsense, after such a thing happened today, my mind has seen a slight but real shake.

At 10 o'clock that evening, I sent a text message to Xiaoqin, asking everyone who attended her birthday party to have a safe home. Xiaoqin returned a text message saying that everyone went back safely, because the squad leader must call everybody to report peace after arriving home. So I know so clearly.

I still don't worry, the next day, that is, June 27, because the middle school took up the classroom and rested on the last day, I confirmed all the acquaintances I could think of by phone, although they suddenly received my greetings. Strange, but no one has encountered an accident predicted by the letter.

Except one person.