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Neon light dragged a scarlet afterimage across the damp Retina as I curled up in the shadows behind a trash bin, trying to make my breath as faint as possible. Sewage dripped from the rusty metal, each drop landing on my collarbone, the cold and piercing sensation reminiscent of the hand that once gripped my throat, an unforgettable memory. Fifteen minutes ago, Yang Ming had sliced open my vein with his sharp blade, blood seeping out like a thin stream, while he now crushed my phone's screen beneath his bloodied shoe, as if to obliterate my last hope of connecting with the outside world.
"Miss Xia enjoys playing hide and seek?" The sound of police sirens grew louder, piercing the silence of the rainy night. He yanked off his tie and roughly wrapped it around my bleeding knee, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Guess who will find you first this time—the police or me cutting you into twelve pieces, just like I did with those troublesome people before?"
I gritted my teeth, a surge of determination rising within me. I bit down on the glass shard hidden in my molar, the taste of blood exploding on my tongue—a testament to my resolve. Just then, the loud crash of an iron door being kicked open shattered the rain curtain, and seventeen red dots converged into trembling spots on my chest—those were the sights of SWAT's rifles. Yang Ming suddenly pulled me into his embrace, the cold barrel pressed against my temples, its chill reminiscent of his breath during moments of ecstasy, making me feel nauseous.
The SWAT team's riot shields glimmered in the rain as they stood ready but hesitated to act. Yang Ming's hand slid down my spine towards the bomb remote at my waist; he left a bloody bite mark on my earlobe and whispered threateningly, "The gamble begins now. For your first life, guess whether I will blow up the hospital or the orphanage first? Those innocent lives are in your hands."
I counted my heartbeat until the fourth clap of thunder arrived. When lightning split the clouds and illuminated this scene of crime, I suddenly leaned back with all my strength and slammed into his nose. The sound of metal colliding mixed with the crunch of bone as he staggered back. In that moment, I ripped off my necklace and swallowed the tiny storage device containing countless pieces of evidence against him. It held every record of his money laundering for the deputy mayor—my last bargaining chip.
A bullet grazed my ear and embedded itself in the wall as I climbed over a three-meter-high barbed wire fence. The barbs snagged at my skirt; I heard the fabric tear amidst my rapid breaths. The footsteps of pursuers splashed through the puddles, echoing death behind me as they chased me like hounds. Until I reached the edge of the rooftop, with wind and raindrops pelting my face, I counted thirty-seven stories below and sent location information to Officer Chen.
When Yang Ming's black umbrella appeared at the stairwell, I unfastened my watch and threw it at him. "Last year today, you buried twelve bodies at the chemical plant in the west of town, right? Those souls are watching you from underground." The moment his pupils dilated in shock, I pressed down on the signal jammer hidden in my nail. A dull explosion echoed from afar as flames shot up into the sky, staining the entire rain curtain red—a little surprise I had prepared for him.
He lunged at me, gripping my neck with madness in his eyes. "Bitch! You think you can threaten me? With just a slight push from me, you'll join those souls!"
I smiled and pointed at his vibrating phone. "The surveillance footage from your son's hospital room—does it look good? Is he watching you too? Watching how you become a murderer?"
"Bitch!" The veins on his forehead throbbed in the rain like a dying snake struggling for breath. "You think you can threaten me?"
"Mr. Yang, do you know at which floor people regret jumping?" I stood on tiptoe to get closer to his twisted face and whispered softly, "It's not when they fall; it's when they realize every window below is welded shut with iron bars." With that said, I suddenly seized his trembling wrist and leaned back.
In that moment of weightlessness gripping my heart, I saw terror reflected in his dilated pupils as I raised a corner of my mouth in a smirk. Amidst the howling wind, I heard myself say: "In this life-or-death game, I'm betting you won't want these pieces of evidence to accompany me in death." As we fell together, I distinctly felt the flow of air around us and life slipping away bit by bit.
As I plummeted to the seventh level, a sudden sound of tearing fabric echoed from above. I looked up to see Yang Ming half-leaning over the railing, his bloodied hand gripping my wrist tightly. Dressed in a suit, he now hung helplessly in the air, letting out a desperate growl like a cornered beast. "Where's the storage device? Where did you hide the evidence?"
I watched as his split palm oozed blood, a surge of satisfaction rising within me. It suddenly reminded me of that year when I was fifteen, when he had gripped my throat just like this, forcing me to swallow pills. Back then, I was helpless and desperate, but now, I was no longer that girl who could be manipulated.
The rain poured down harder, as if trying to wash away all the sins of the world. I smiled and released my other hand, allowing myself to continue falling. "Guess what? The evidence is in a place you'll never find."
"No!!!" His scream mixed with the sickening sound of dislocated bones pierced through the curtain of rain. In the last second before plunging into darkness, I whispered into the hidden recording device at my collar, "Case 89757 reapplication initiated, Evidence Chain item 48 activated... May justice eventually prevail, and may evil have nowhere to hide."
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