A hand suddenly grabbed her in the crowd and pulled her up.
The person behind her whispered to her: "Be careful."
In the chaos, Jiang Hexun looked back at the person who pulled her up with lingering fear.
Just one glance made her heart tremble suddenly.
It's the man from the bar again.
He is the drug dealer she hates the most!
Those painful, desperate and gloomy memories from many years ago suddenly came to my mind——
The bloody kidnapping scene, the policemen who were tortured to death, the dismembered human limbs, the shrill wails that filled the entire warehouse...
Scene after scene reappeared before her eyes.
Jiang Hexun felt that her head hurt very much. Those extremely terrifying scenes broke through her head like the tip of a knife and penetrated into her sea of consciousness.
She was shaking all over, enduring the sharp headache, and not caring whether she would fall again, she grabbed the man's hand with her backhand.
She wants to send him to the police and let him be punished by law!
These drug dealers all deserve to die!
But there were too many people at the scene and it was too chaotic. Amid the crowds, the man broke free from her hand.
He put on his peaked cap, gently pushed down the brim, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Jiang Hexun clenched his fingers tightly and was forced to move forward by the crowd, watching helplessly as he escaped.
Her head hurt, it hurt, as if countless nails were driven into her brain one by one, and there was something inside that couldn't wait to rush out.
There were screams of terror all around, sirens blaring one after another, and the police's voice came from the radio to soothe people.
But Jiang Hexun seemed to be unable to hear all this.
Her ears could hear nothing and it was quiet.
The chaotic scene in front of me was like a pantomime, dead silent.
Her head hurt more and more, so much so that she subconsciously clenched her fist and hit her head again and again, hoping to knock out the pain.
It hurts...
My head really hurts...
Who will save her, who will save her...
Jiang Hexun held her head in her hands and staggered. She was knocked into a nearby tree by the rushing crowd.
She leaned against the tree, stroking her head and slowly sat down on the ground.
Along with the increasingly acute pain, a scene that had been deliberately sealed many years ago suddenly appeared, flooding into her mind like a storm——
In the chaotic and bloody warehouse, she and Brother Fu were stuffed into a dilapidated cabinet.
In the gap of the cabinet, she saw her father——
Covered in blood, he lay on the ground with a dying breath, and a severed foot was thrown aside casually...
The noisy saw slowly approached Dad's hand. The moment the saw cut off the wrist, blood spattered and the flesh and blood were blurred.
Her father endured without saying a word, allowing those people to torture him like a madman.
The warehouse was full of drug dealers laughing wildly.
They were cursing the police, cursing their father, and cursing everyone who stood in their way of selling drugs.
She stared in the closet with wide eyes in horror and despair.
She wanted to call daddy, but she seemed to have aphasia and couldn't make a sound.
Her eyes were covered by Brother Fu, and she curled up into a ball while trembling.
There was gradually no sound outside, and the smell of blood filled the warehouse.
Until the siren finally sounded outside the warehouse...
…
All those sealed memories emerged.
It turned out that the policeman whose limbs were dismembered and tortured to death was her father.
She watched him die in front of her.
She can't save her father.
Jiang Hexun felt that her heart was trembling violently, as if she was about to die.
She hated those drug dealers, and she hated her own incompetence.
Why don't those drug dealers die?
Why is she the only one still alive in this world...