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"Don't move."
Just like the opening of sesame in the story, the moment the incantation landed, all of Jiang Ting's movements froze.
Even his thoughts seemed to be frozen, and there was a brief moment of blankness.
Then, the railing fell outward, and Yan Xuan fell down from the sixth floor!
"…!"
Everything happened in the same second. Ah Jie lost his balance and grabbed the top of the railing, slid, and climbed up. Yan Xuan did not even see what happened, and his whole body slid out.
It was said that before a person died, their subconscious would replay all the important scenes in their life, but at that moment, Yan Xuan's mind was actually empty, and there was nothing, and he did not have time to think about anything.
Out of instinct, in the moment of weightlessness, he desperately grabbed with both hands. The fingertips of his right hand pressed on the edge of the rooftop's cement floor, but it was not enough to support his entire body's weight. This grab only caused a slight pause in his fall, and in that fleeting moment, his right hand grabbed the tilting railing. Clang!
The rooftop of the sixth floor was nearly 20 meters above the ground.
The hollow iron bar hit the cement floor, and bent into a dangerous arc, hanging Yan Xuan, who was hanging with one hand, in the air.
Yan Xuan's scream was stuck in his throat, and all the pores on his body opened up, and cold sweat poured out. At that moment, he finally knew that cold sweat was not just an adjective.
"F * ck …"
All the emotions from his near-death experience were condensed into these two short words. Yan Xuan's other hand was groping for the iron bar, and just as he was about to pull himself up to the rooftop, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his fingers, and he almost let go of his hand and fall down.
Someone was stepping on him to death!
It was a professional killer!
"I haven't seen you for a few years, how have you been?"
Jiang Ting froze on the spot, and the muzzle of the gun gradually moved from the back of his head to the back of his ear. It drew a semicircle along his auricle, from his chin to his cheeks, like a lover's finger tracing the skin, and finally to his temple.
The voice came closer, and whispered in his ear, "Are you afraid of death?"
Jiang Ting's hair was drenched in sweat, and the sweat flowed down his cheeks to his chin.
The demonic bewitchment continued, and he asked, "Are you afraid that the policeman will fall to his death?"
Not far away, at the edge of the rooftop, Ah Jie's soles stepped hard on Yan Ruo's fingers, and then he walked a few steps away. After searching for a moment, he bent down and picked up a sharp stone.
"He didn't have to die. If it weren't for you, the story would have started many years ago in a different way … "
Jiang Ting moved forward, but there was a click from the muzzle, and the bullet was pushed into the chamber!
"I said, don't move," the owner of the voice said mockingly.
At this moment, the blurry sound of a siren came from afar in the night, and it gradually became clearer in the wind. Reinforcements had arrived!
"… Then shoot," Jiang Ting said coldly. His chest kept rising and falling, and he exhaled hot, bloody air. He raised his fingers inch by inch, and grabbed the muzzle, and said word by word, "Shoot, don't be a coward."
Then he fiercely pushed the muzzle away, and rushed out!
The gunshot might have been heard, or it might not have been heard, but in the chaos, no one noticed it. Ah Jie raised the stone and threw it at Yan Xuan's bloody fingers. In the next moment, the sound of wind came from behind him, and he was thrown out by Jiang Ting!
With the standard of a professional killer, he shouldn't have been touched by the people behind him. But Ah Jie didn't expect Jiang Ting to rush over, and he was caught off guard. The two of them rolled and crashed into the corridor door a few steps away. The rusty lock couldn't withstand such a strong impact, and with a bang, the iron door bounced open. Jiang Ting pressed Ah Jie down and rolled down the stairs.
Yan Xuan clenched his teeth and crawled back to the rooftop from the sixth floor. He rubbed his eyes crazily as he staggered up and chased after Jiang Ting. He had just taken two steps when he heard – Bang!
The bullet splashed up a stream of gravel, and it hit the ground close to his feet!
Yan Xuan turned his head. In the darkness, a figure stood a few meters away, holding a gun in his hand.
The muzzle of the gun was aimed at him.
"…!" Ah Jie cursed while he was rolling, but he couldn't hear him clearly at all. He was dragged down the corridor like a sandbag, and in his panic, he only had time to reach out and hold the back of Jiang Ting's head. Bang! With a loud bang, he crashed heavily into the cement wall at the corner.
Cement fragments rained down, scattering all over the floor.
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