Can I call the police after being searched by human flesh? [Second person]

You feel like a grain of sand, and you feel that nothing in the world is more like sand than you.

You find yourself drifting around in an illusion that was not meant to be.

You thought you were a free wind, but in the end you suddenly discovered that you are just a grain of sand floating in a sandstorm.

You hit the ground.

You don't know what to do with yourself now.

Then you're in a trance for two full weeks.

You took your annual leave but didn't go anywhere, you wandered the streets all day long, and you always felt that many people around you were watching you.And among these people, many men with malicious intentions suddenly appeared.

Walking through a zebra crossing, you suddenly hear a small voice behind you, and you hear him calling "Kang Qiao".

Your heart shuddered, and you suddenly turned around!

This name has been chewed repeatedly in your mind, as if it has been deeply engraved, and it is still inescapable to this day.

You didn't notice the change of the red light behind you, so you stood alone in the middle of the road and suddenly looked back.

Then you hear a deafening squeal of brakes.

In an instant, you feel yourself being thrown down by someone suddenly and held in your arms.

You hear his heart pounding in his chest.

You heard him ask you, "Are you all right?"

You look up to see his eyes, which are covered with a hazy mist.

You could hear the anxiety and panic in his breathing.

You feel his hands firmly covering your head, holding you tightly in his arms.

You shook your head and said it was okay.

Then the next second, you saw him let go of you, and ran away...

You tell yourself like William Gnazzino—you talk too much, you listen too much, you drink too much coffee, you sit too long in strange rooms, your sleep The quality is too poor, you're awake for too long, you're thinking too much about mediocrity, you're hoping for too much, you're comforting yourself too often.

You then decide to put everything back in place.

You just wandered through the gate of hell, and you were rescued.

You think of the blood splattered on the leg of the trousers as the man ran down the street.

That face seems familiar to you...

In the evening, you received an email from "Sister Paper" again.

You seem to find her so depressed for the first time.

You see her say: "God, maybe this is the last time I send you an email. I have been hiding it from you, and I actually knew his name a long time ago, before I sent you a begging email. At the same time, I also found the great hacker in the altar... God, I decided to give up. Because I found that he seemed to know my existence, and this matter seemed to have troubled his life. I never talked about it In love, I don’t know how to express my heart to the other party. God, I used to be annoyed that I was too cowardly to confess, but now I’m so glad I never let him know me. Goodbye God, I wish you happiness.”

You felt his struggle and hesitation in that email, and you suddenly felt that what you seemed to have acquired by accident was actually a rare and indescribable treasure.

There is a person who is willing to give everything in his life for you, and is willing to give in immediately when you feel uncomfortable, and be self-fulfilling.

You get on the bus - for the first time in so many years, it seems that you are taking the No. 2 bus in the opposite direction - you want to redefine everything, you are going to meet Concho, whoever he is...

You suddenly feel like all the panic and helplessness you've had these days has evaporated—isn't that gay?

What's the big deal? !