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Lin Xiuhan's tone changed immediately, "Master, tell me where I am, and I'll come right away!"

Luo Tan moved his lips deeply, said something that he didn't even know what it was, then hung up the phone, staring blankly at the person in the center of the car accident.

The tricycle collided with a modified cargo van, and the citrus in the van rolled to the ground, some of which had been picked up by the onlookers, and some were trampled to the ground.

In this kind of place where all kinds of cars are driving on the road, and no one in the urban management and traffic police is bothering to take a look, it is temporarily difficult to determine who is responsible for the car accident.The owner of the van was a middle-aged fat man with most of his hair bald. Several people surrounded him and prevented him from leaving, while the owner of the tricycle—a man named "Zhou Jinchuan"—was waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Luo Tan deeply felt that he had suddenly lost his hearing. He couldn't hear his own voice when he was talking with Lin Xiuhan, he couldn't even hear his heartbeat, and he only felt the noise in front of him. Yes, there are sighs and groans that I can empathize with—those voices are like airtight flies, sticking to every inch of his skin, scrambling to penetrate his pores and eroding his flesh and blood.

"Ugh—" He covered his mouth and nose, feeling his stomach churning, and waves of turbid matter were rising up.

But in fact, he knew he couldn't spit anything out.

That intense feeling of vomiting was just an illusion, it just came from seeing the person who made him extremely sick again.

Zhou Jinchuan, even though it has been seven years, he still can't forget the name and the face of this man.

Many years ago, when he was a child, he used to raise his head and call the other party "Brother Jinchuan" in a voice that has not changed. Now when he sees this beast again, he just wants to witness the other party being torn apart by bad luck.

The siren of the ambulance was piercing and disturbing. I don't know whether it was urging the medical staff to rush the dying person to a nearby hospital, or urging the god of death to swing the life-threatening ax earlier.

Luo Tanshen's eyes were wide open, watching Zhou Jinchuan being carried onto a stretcher and sent to the ambulance.At that moment, his stomach seemed to be twisted tightly by a rusty iron chain, and the pain made him convulse all over.

He rushed out of the car, bent over and retched on the side of the road, but even though his internal organs were constricted, what he spit out was only light acid water and saliva.

The siren of the ambulance faded away, and he barely stood up, looking towards the direction where the siren disappeared, his eyes were red, and his nails were almost embedded in his palm.

Zhou Jinchuan was taken away by the ambulance, leaving only bloodstains and a dilapidated tricycle at the place where the accident happened.

He stared at the tricycle, and couldn't imagine Zhou Jinchuan riding a tricycle.

Most of the crowd dispersed, and the rest were still pointing around the tricycle. A thinly dressed little boy rushed to the side of the car, knelt beside the bloodstains and cried loudly.

He narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands even harder.

He guessed the identity of the little boy!

The sudden autumn wind engulfed people's discussions, and he leaned on the car door to hear those scattered words.

"Poor thing! The child is still so young, my wife didn't have enough money to pay for the hospital, and I got into a car accident again. What should I do?"

"It's really unlucky. Why do you have to suffer like this when you are alone?"

"He's really strong. He hasn't collapsed after suffering so many hardships. I don't know if he can survive this time. This child is about to lose his mother. What will he do if he loses his father?"

"I heard that he used to be a teacher, why did he come here with us? Shouldn't all teachers live in small bungalows?"

"Who knows? Maybe he offended some powerful person and got punished!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, life is hard for the poor..."

Luo Tanshen's eyes were terribly gloomy, and his mouth seemed to shout a mouthful of ice, "Alone?"

In the eyes of these spectators, a beast like Zhou Jinchuan is actually a good person?

What villains are there in the world?

Is poverty a fig leaf for doing evil?

He sneered, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

The road has been cleared, and the sound of the horn came from behind. He struggled to escape from the thick ink-like emotions, knowing that he should drive the car away quickly.

But when he returned to the driver's seat, he only drove about ten meters before he felt a strong tinnitus.

It wasn't that there was any discomfort in the body, it was just the sudden stress reaction of seeing that person, just like wanting to vomit before, but couldn't vomit no matter what.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his limbs seemed to be out of control.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed his temples tightly with the other, trying to find a place to stop quickly.

At this moment, two children chasing and playing suddenly rushed onto the road from the side of the road, so fast that they almost hit the front of the car directly.

His pupils constricted suddenly, his back molars were clenched, and he slammed the steering wheel hard, making a teeth-stinging sound as the wheels rubbed against the ground.

In the nick of time, the body of the car barely passed a child, and the front of the car crashed into a street light pole on the side.

The child who had recovered his life was stunned for a moment and then collapsed on the ground, his sobbing turned from small to loud, and he could hear that he was extremely frightened.People screamed and scattered, and tentatively approached, shivering and curiously wanting to find out.

Luo Tan was leaning in the driver's seat in a state of prostration, sweating like rain, and his eyes froze.

The accident was not serious, the speed of the car was not fast when it hit the pole, and the performance of the car was excellent, although the body of the car was damaged, he didn't even suffer the slightest injury.

But my mood became more and more depressed, as if I was pushed into a wet swamp by life, and I couldn't get out no matter what.

Before the traffic police arrived, he raised his hands and covered his face.

His eye sockets were hot, his nasal cavity was acidic, and the old pain seemed to come back, eroding his brain once again.

I thought that time can dilute everything, but the fact is that time is helpless to the past.

In the face of unforgettable grief, time may be just a mediocre spectator.

There is no difference from those spectators who are now surrounded by the car.

He suddenly found that he just anesthetized himself over and over again when he couldn't see that person, and then selectively forgot, as if he really walked out of the nightmare at the age of 16.

But no, not at all!

Seeing Zhou Jinchuan again, the hatred that was no different from back then was overwhelming, and the pain that I thought had faded, the images that I thought had blurred, and the people I thought I could talk about with a smile all came into my mind.The body seems to be lifted into the air by a pair of huge invisible hands, and the next moment will be thrown into the dark hell.

Zhou Jinchuan seemed to be having a miserable life, but this kind of misery couldn't be compared with what he had witnessed.

His hands were trembling, his eyes were fixed on the bent lamppost, and he whispered to himself: "It deserves it... But it's not enough, it's not enough..."

The voice was so hoarse and eerie that he couldn't even imagine himself making it.

His shoulders trembled more and more, he felt like a monster, something in his heart was about to break free and rush out, his joints ached like a resonance, his anger and hatred turned into rusty needles, stabbing repeatedly in his heart. prick.

He clenched his fists against his chest, and let out a painful growl from the corner of his mouth.

The phone vibrated over and over again, and the name "Lin Xiuhan" lit up and went out.As if he couldn't hear or see, he sat stiffly in the driver's seat, his face was as pale as paper, his carefully groomed hair was messed up, and the roots of his hair were soaked in cold sweat.

After a long time, his hearing seemed to have finally recovered, and he heard someone knocking on the car window.

The voice was urgent and powerful.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

He wiped his face fiercely, thinking that it was the traffic police coming—it wouldn't be Lin Xiuhan anyway, Lin Xiuhan loves to do hand care as much as he does, and he definitely wouldn't knock on the car window so hard.

He turned his head and was about to push the car door when his hands stopped suddenly.

The one standing outside the car was neither Lin Xiuhan nor the traffic policeman, but Shan Yufei.

"Open the door!" Shan Yufei's pale knuckles tapped on the car window again, once, twice, three times...

He heard the sounds that were bound to cause pain, as if they were not knocking on the car window, but all fell on his heart.

The heartbeat that had disappeared for a while seemed to come back again, his lower lip trembled slightly, almost as if being manipulated, he pushed open the door violently.