Chapter 519: Scary Prophecy
I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl
It was followed by another message:
âCome alone to the first streetlight on Xinhua North Street before 9, I want to talk with you. Donât be late.â
It was still signed with a âMaâ.
What does Constable Ma want to do, does he want to make an exchange with me for my dad? But with his character, if he thinks my dad is guilty, he wonât ever let him go, right?
Anyway, it was not the time to continue celebrating Gong CaiCaiâs birthday. I stated I had an emergency and had to leave early. Both Xiao Qin and Ai Mi asked me almost simultaneously what had happened.
I said goodbye to everyone as if nothing had happened, and refused Xiao Qinâs offer to go with me and Ai Miâs offer to drive me. I headed out alone and took a cab straight to Xinhua North Street.
I called my dadâs cell phone several times on the car, but it kept telling me it was unavailable. I couldnât reach him through the hotelâs landline either.
Did my dad really get caught? I would like to ask Constable Ma his ulterior motive of meeting with a suspectâs son in private.
Xinhua North Street was once one of the most prosperous streets in Dongshan city, but along with the reconstruction of the city, many department stores closed down one after another, leaving only big âdemolitionâ words on the old red walls.
I really donât know whatâs Constable Ma thinking meeting in this place.
And the first street light specified in the text message was broken. As the sky grew dim, I felt uncertainty welling up inside.
I know that Constable Ma is very punctual, and it is only 8 oâclock. He asked me to meet at the designated place before 9 which made him seem like he had a lot of time to wait for me, but heâs usually very busy with narcotics work in the morning and organized crime in the afternoon.
I might have placed too much trust in those text messages. The contents and tone may be consistent with Constable Maâs character, but it really could have been anyone.
Right as I was about to leave, I noticed four tall and sturdy men walking towards me from both ends of the street. They were each wearing a ski mask like a bank robber and carrying a baseball bat.
Itâs my enemies, but I donât know who. Iâve made enemies with many teenagers before but none of them ever hired grown men as thugs to create a fake text to lure me outâ¦. it has to be someone who knows me well, who was the one who sold me out?
The attackerâs bat struck the post of the street light with a clang. I dodged while asking them their identities, but since they were wearing masks, it meant they had no intent of revealing themselves. They were completely silent while attacking me like they were all zombies.
I was heavily outnumbered and they had weapons. Even someone like me who isnât that smart knows to retreat first.
I stared into the eyes of the tallest masked man and sent him killing intent with my eyes.
Of course, you canât actually kill people with your eyes. I just wanted to test if they were professionals.
However, he didnât show any response to my killing intent, but was rather indifferent.
It was extremely unusual. Due to over 100,000 years of hunting instincts, men will always get excited in fights no matter how weak the opponent is. But my opponent was completely apathetic like he was a walking dead.
Wait, donât tell me they are actually zombies? Iâm not an alien orphan nor have I been bitten by a mutant animal, so itâs not necessary to send zombies to deal with me. Since I didnât know their backgrounds, thereâs nothing to be ashamed of from running away from four adults, so I turned and ran.
Although their expressions were apathetic, their movements werenât sluggish. The four men arranged themselves in an orderly fashion and blocked my escape routes from all directions.
The wind pressure created by the bat swept past my head and the side of my body. I broke out into a cold sweat as I dodged left and right and exhausting myself.
âWho the hell are you people?â I asked again, but no one answered.
Another swift and merciless blow came at me, although it didnât hit me, it still grazed my pockets. I hope my phone did not break.
Wait, I can use my cell phone to call for help. If I call Peng TouSi, he can take down anyone regardless if itâs 4 adults or 8 zombies. I shouldnât have tried to act tough, if I listened to Ai Mi and brought Peng TouSi with me, I wouldnât be in this predicament.
But there was a deeper reason for refusing Ai Miâs offer and it was because I thought it was Constable Ma who invited me out here. If Ai Mi was here with me then it might have been awkward if she might my dad since she was his ex-wifeâs daughter.
But now the situation is completely different, it was a trap. I didnât even have time to take out my phone and make a call against the four masked men.
âHey, hey, whatâs your emergency?â
The phone in my pants suddenly asked loudly in hands-free mode.
I was stunned and didnât immediately react, then the voice said again.
â110 is not a joke, if you call 110 and itâs not an emergency, then it is a waste of national resources. Itâs a serious matter and you may be found liable forâ¦.â
Eh, when did I dial 110? I always lock the phone after I use it, so thereâs no chance of accidentally dialing the police. Did the swing of the bat earlier accidentally brush against the phone and dial 110 with one in 100,000 odds?
Although I couldnât believe it, I couldnât pass on this god given opportunity. I did my best to answer the 110 operator and said:
âI, I have an emergency. Iâm in a dangerous situation where Iâm being attacked by four masked men with baseball bats! Iâm at Xinhua North Street, youâll have to collect my corpse if you donât send someone fast.â
The operator may have received too many false alarms, because he didnât believe me and asked, âWhy are they attacking you?â
As if to verify my words, the four masked men launched a new round of attacks. The bats collided with a brick wall and let out an unmistakable ring. I dodged while frantically yelling at the operator:
âNow do you believe me? Iâm dead if you donât send help.â
The operator then believed my words and instructed me: âIâm immediately sending people over, hold on.â
Although the situation hasnât changed, I was much more confident with police assurance and I bellowed at the four masked men.
âI donât care who you are, but the police are coming, so get ready to eat lead.â
Although I know not all police officers carry guns, itâs always good to scare the criminals.
The result was better than I expected. The four masked men exchanged glances and easily gave up and retreated.
The police arrived on scene as the last masked man disappeared into the night. I later learned that the nearest police station was less than 100 meters away, thatâs why the policed arrived so fast.
There were traces of the fight left at the scene which proved I didnât lie. According to regulations, I had to go to the police station to record a statement. They asked me if I knew their identities, I could only say my luck was bad and ran into a rebel youth motorcycle group.
They werenât really a motorcycle group since they didnât even have motorcycles.
I was in deep thought on my way home after the police let me go.
First, I contacted my dad again, and this time I was lucky enough to get through to his cell phone. He said he was getting harassing phone calls two hours ago, so he turned it off.
As for the matter of being caught with drugs, it was completely false.
I really canât figure it out.
The person who lured me out with a fake text message must be someone who knows me very well. He even deliberately harassed my dad on the phone and confirmed beforehand that he was not at the hotel, making me believe that my dad had really been arrested.
And it definitely wasnât a simple prank. The four adults looked like they spent at least half a year in the gym to get their physiques. Someone who has those kinds of resources is definitely not just trying to prank me.
However, the most puzzling thing for me was the call to the police.
I have never won a lottery in my life. Even the number of times Iâve won those another bottle prizes in soft drinks can be counted on one hand. How can someone who has such shit luck make a lucky call to 110?
I would have died today without the call to the police.
I can even say that I was actually saved by my cell phone.
Although I was walking down a brightly lit street, I was only 50 meters away from my neighborhood before I was struck by fear.
The mental patient Fang Xin once predicted: my phone will save my life.
Doesnât todayâs events prove his prophecy?
But, thatâs⦠impossible. Something this unscientific changes my view of life.
Fang Xin also once said: if I donât go to him for help, then someone I love will dieâ¦
I always took his words as nonsense, but I donât know after what happened today.
That night at 10 pm, I sent a text to Xiao Qin and asked if everyone got home safely. Xiao Qin said everyone got back safely because the class leader instructed everyone to call her after arriving home to make sure they were safe.
I still didnât feel reassured, so on the next day June 27, I used the last day of the break to call all my acquaintances I could think of. Although they felt strange for suddenly receiving my call, none of them suffered the accident Fang Xin predicted.
Except for one person.