Then came another text message:

"Before 9 o'clock, go to the first streetlight on Xinhua North Street alone. I want to talk to you. I won't wait until you are late."

The signature is still "horse".

What on earth does Officer Ma want to do? Do he want to make a deal with me in exchange for his father? But with his hatred of evil, if he believes that his father is guilty, he will never let the criminal go at any time.

Anyway, now is not the time to continue celebrating Gong Caicai’s birthday. I claimed that there was an emergency and wanted to leave early. Xiaoqin and Amy asked me what happened almost at the same time. I said “family matters”. He was perfunctory with them, and his eyes showed that he didn't want to be asked any more.

I said goodbye to everyone as calmly as possible, and rejected Xiaoqin's offer to accompany me and Amy's offer to drive me off. I hit the road alone, took a taxi and went straight to Xinhua North Street.

In the car, I dialed my dad's cell phone several times, but it always showed "the other party's phone is not on" and the hotel's landline phone couldn't be reached either.

Could it be that my father was really arrested, and when he met Officer Ma, I would like to ask him, as a people's policeman, what ulterior motives he had for meeting the suspect's son in private.

Xinhua North Street used to be one of the most prosperous streets in Dongshan City. However, with the urban reconstruction, the former department stores closed down one after another, and the buildings were empty. Only a few big "demolish" characters were left on the old red walls.

I chose this place to connect. I really don’t know what kind of medicine Officer Ma sells in his gourd.

Moreover, the first streetlight specified in the text message happened to be broken. As the sky gradually darkened, I stood under the streetlight and felt a sense of uncertainty in my heart.

As far as I know, Officer Ma is very punctual, and it’s only 8 o’clock now. He asked me to “go to the designated place before 9 o’clock”, which seemed like he was very free and could always wait for me here. However, Officer Ma I'm obviously very busy with my work. I'm doing anti-narcotics in the morning and cracking down on criminal gangs in the afternoon. I don't have enough time.

No, I believe those two text messages too much. Although the content and tone are quite consistent with Officer Ma's identity, upon closer inspection, there are still flaws in them.

I was just about to leave from under the street light, but four burly men walked over from two directions at the end of the street. Each of them wore a balaclava like a bank robber and held a softball bat of the same size in his hand.

It's an enemy, but where is it? There are many teenage gangs who have enemies with me, but they have never asked adults to help. In addition, they have taken great pains to fake text messages to lure me... It must be done by someone who is familiar with me. Got it, who is it, who is betraying me?

There was a "bang" sound, and the attacker's bat hit the street lamp post. I ducked and asked who they were, but since the attacker was wearing a hood, he was not prepared to identify himself, and he did not speak at all when he attacked me. , not much different from four zombies.

We were outnumbered and the other side had weapons. Even a person as irrational as me was planning to retreat first.

I stared into the eyes of the tallest masked man, and unleashed endless murderous intent on him through my gaze.

Of course there is no such unreliable special move as "killing with eyes". I just test whether the opponent is a professional killer or a courageous gangster.

However, in the face of the murderous intent I unleashed, the other party showed neither contempt nor fleeting timidity. Instead, he had an indifferent attitude.

Abnormal, very abnormal. Due to hundreds of thousands of years of hunting instinct, no matter how weak the opponent is, men will always be very excited when fighting. But today, my opponent came to trouble me with a kind of callousness. Like the walking dead.

Damn, don't be a zombie. I'm neither an alien orphan nor have I been bitten by a mutated animal. There's no need to send out zombies to deal with me. Since you can't figure out the opponent's depth, there's nothing to be ashamed of when running away from four adults. , so I turned around and ran.

But although their eyes were numb, their actions were not slow. The four of them arranged in an orderly manner and blocked my possible escape route from four directions.

The wind of the bat passed over my head and side, shocking me into a cold sweat. I dodged left and right, hesitated left and right, and was surrounded by dangers and exhausted from running for my life.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked again, but no one answered me. The big word "Demolish" on the red wall behind me seemed to be mocking my desperate situation.

It was another swift and ruthless blow. Although the accuracy was a bit off, it still grazed my trouser pocket. I hoped that the fake phone in my trouser pocket was not broken.

By the way, I can use my mobile phone to call for help. If I call Pentheus, no matter if it’s 4 adults or 8 zombies, he can always be defeated in one round. I really shouldn’t pretend to be a hero and don’t listen to Ai If I had asked Pentheus to accompany me to Xinhua North Street, I wouldn't be as desperate as I am now.

There was a deep-seated reason for rejecting Amy and Pentheus's company, that is, I thought it was really Officer Ma who asked me, and there might be a meeting between my dad and me later, and if Amy also showed up here, I don’t know if it will cause embarrassment to my father. After all, Amy is the child born after his wife eloped to the United States with someone else.

But now the situation is completely different. This is basically a trap, and facing four masked gangsters with bats in their hands, I didn't even have time to take out my mobile phone and dial.

"Hey, hey, what's your warning?"

The yellow wind monster cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly made a loud questioning sound in hands-free mode.

I was stunned and didn't react immediately. The voice said again:

"110 is not a joke. If you call 110 and don't call the police, it is a waste of national resources. If the circumstances are serious, you will be held legally responsible..."

Hey, when did I dial 110? My phone always returns to the locked state after using it. There is no way I accidentally dialed the police call due to friction. Did the masked gangster just hit me hard with his bat and passed me by? Then, by a coincidence of one in a hundred thousand, the emergency number 110 was dialed for me.

Although I couldn't believe it logically, the reality was that I couldn't give up the opportunity that fell from the sky. I tried my best to answer the 110 operator and said:

"I, I have a police report. My situation is very dangerous now. Four masked men attacked me with bats. I am under the first street light on Xinhua North Street. If you don't send someone here, you will have to give me The body has been collected."

The operator may have received too many false police reports, so he didn't believe me immediately. Instead, he asked slowly: "Why are they beating you?"

As if to verify my words, the four masked men launched a new round of attack. For a while, the sound of bats and brick walls colliding with each other was endless. I dodged while angrily shouting at the operator:

"You believe it this time, I will be dead if you don't come."

The operator then believed that it was indeed true and hurriedly told me: "We will send someone over right away. Just hold on."

With the guarantee of 110, although the situation has not changed, my confidence has greatly increased. I shouted to the four masked men:

"No matter who you are, the police are coming, and you will be shot when the time comes."

Although I know that not all police officers carry guns when on duty, it is always good to scare criminals.

The result was better than I expected. The four masked men exchanged glances and easily dispersed the encirclement and retreated from me.

As the last masked man disappeared into the distant night, the police called by 110 also arrived at the scene. I later learned that the nearest police station was less than 100 meters away, so the police were dispatched so quickly.

The traces of the fight left at the scene showed that I was not lying. As usual, I was called to the police station to record a statement. They asked me if I knew the identity of the other party. I was confused and could only say that I was unlucky to have met him. Bosozoku.

In fact, the opponent is not a bosozou at all. A bosozou who doesn't even have a motorcycle is not a bosozou.

After the police uncles released me, I thought hard all the way home.

First of all, I contacted my dad again. This time I was lucky enough to get through my dad’s mobile phone. My dad said that there were always harassing calls coming in the past two hours, so he turned off the phone. As for the hotel’s landline phone, no one answered it. Because others are not in the hotel.

As for the incident of being caught transporting drugs, it was completely false. After confirming this, I asked my father to rest early and hung up the phone.

I really can't figure it out.

The person who used text messages to deceive me must be someone who knows me very well. He even deliberately made harassing phone calls to my father and confirmed in advance that my father was not in the hotel, making me mistakenly believe that my father had really been arrested.

And this is by no means a simple prank. The four adults with bats in their hands have a fitness level that they have been working in the gym for half a year. They can mobilize such human resources to deal with me. It is not as simple as joking with me.

However, what puzzled me the most was the inexplicable call to the police.

I have never won a lottery since I was born, and even the "one more bottle" for carbonated drinks has only been seen a handful of times. How could I be so lucky that being attacked would trigger the phone to dial 110.

If it hadn't been for this call to the police, facing four well-prepared adult opponents, I would have been in trouble today, and I might have died here.

From this point of view, my life was saved by my mobile phone.

Although I was already walking on the brightly lit road, only 50 meters away from my home community, a huge fear as deep as the sea arose in my heart.

Fang Xin, a mental patient, once predicted to me: My mobile phone will save my life.

Didn't today's incident verify his prediction? It is irrefutable that "my life was saved by a mobile phone".

But, this... this is impossible, this kind of unscientific thing challenges my outlook on life, values ​​and world view.

Fang Xin once said: If I don’t go to him to help change my destiny, the person I love most will die...

I have always dismissed the words of a madman as nonsense. After what happened today, I felt a slight but real psychological shake.

At 10 o'clock that night, I sent a text message to Xiaoqin and asked her if everyone at the birthday party had arrived home safely. Xiaoqin texted back and said that everyone had returned home safely because the monitor asked everyone to call to report that they were safe when they got home. So I know it so clearly.

I was still worried. The next day, June 27, the last day of rest because the classroom was occupied by the high school entrance examination, I called all the acquaintances I could think of, although it felt very strange for them to suddenly receive my greetings. It's strange, but no one has encountered the accident predicted by Fang Xin.
Chapter completed!