Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven Murder

I'm sure I'm right. Yesterday, Forest Walker posted a post on the forum, with the subject titled "Crossing the Yalu River in high spirits".The main post is a poem "When the Qin Dynasty was bright and the Han Dynasty was at the Pass, the people who marched thousands of miles had not yet returned. But let the dragon city flying generals be there, and don't let Huma cross the Yinshan Mountain". Many people asked what it meant, but Forest Walker didn't answer, and he never appeared on the forum again.In the past, he would spend a long time on the forum every day and talk a lot, which is very unusual.

Some people speak in such a disjointed way, but I know what he means.I contacted the D island caller before, I think he is ready to go to D island, poem to Yongzhi. This time his convening was different from the previous two. Although he did not go into too much detail, he made it clear that he had contacted a fishing boat near Yueqing.With his usual personality, before going on the road, he will definitely post a long post detailing the process, and post a personal photo to show off.But now he posted a poem in such a cryptic manner, and it never appeared again. Such abnormality must not have been the original intention of the forest walker.

The time when the forest walker disappeared coincided with the time when Zheng Jianfeng disappeared. He abnormally turned a fishing protection operation underground, and also matched Zheng Jianfeng's need for secrecy. There is no such coincidence in the world, these two people must be together. Even the line "thousands of miles long march has not yet returned" in the poem makes me wonder whether it also corresponds to the fact that the destination of this trip is not the island of D, but the mainland of Japan farther away. As for the fishing boats near Yueqing, the range is much smaller.

I was on the bullet train to Xiamen, and Yueqing was one of the stops.When I sorted out the root line of the forest walker, the train just stopped at Taizhou Station, which is the previous station of Yueqing.I was hesitating whether to get off the car early to avoid the tray. I thought about it or forget it. Either decision may be wrong, and it has been nearly 24 hours since Forest Walker posted the post. Judging from the tone, it is likely to leave yesterday Well, it's today at the latest, I can't afford to waste time. Taizhou to Yueqing is only half an hour by train. During this half hour, I have been worrying about time.If I have enough time, even if I have 24 hours, I think I can find this fishing boat, but I don't have time now.

The train stops briefly at Yueqing Station.I made a decision when I jumped out of the car and called Officer Guo. Although I know that once this call is made, there may be some suspicion there.But now, for the sake of possible suspicion, we can't insist on risking the lives of many people and the fate of the country. The first phone call was pressed, and then a text message was sent. In a meeting, call back later. I frowned, feeling very irritable. Who knows how long he will hold a meeting? I held the phone, stood on the platform for a while, and called him again. The phone rang for a long time, and he finally answered it.It appears to have slipped outside the venue.

"Hey, that's a lot. I've already given you enough things. You know it well. I'm not in charge of this case. Zhongjian has turned a few corners. It's very inconvenient. If you have any more requests, you'd better So tell me why." Officer Guo said as soon as he picked up the phone. "On the contrary, I'm here to give back." I made up my mind, and walked towards the exit while talking on the phone. "You don't want to say you've caught that guy, do you?" "I'm not a policeman, so I have no right to arrest anyone." I seem to hear a chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"But I have information about Zheng Jianfeng's whereabouts. I hope you can tell the Zhejiang police as soon as possible." There are not many passengers getting off at Yueqing Station. I walked along the railway. The platform is very long. The entrance of the underground passage is in front of me. I should walk this passage to get out of the station. Because of the phone call, I walked very slowly. All the passengers who got off passed me and fell into the underground passage. I became the last one dragged behind.I vaguely felt that something was wrong, but I was talking on the phone with Officer Guo, and I didn't have extra brain capacity to think about what was wrong.

"He is in Yueqing. He will go out to sea on a fishing boat. The destination was originally D Island, but now I believe it should be Japan. The name of the companion is Liu Chaohua, and the ID name on the Huzhou Iron Blood BBS is Forest Walker. The boat is rented by him. , you can start from him. It must be fast, and the ship may have already sailed." All this is speculation on my part, but I say it with a certainty, as if I had been informed with absolute certainty.Since I want to persuade the police to act immediately, I can't be soft here, and words like "probably" and "guess" should be used as little as possible, lest the police think I'm unreliable and waste time doing further investigations.

The train moved slowly away from the platform, passing me one section after another, faster and faster, picking up the wind.I was about to walk into the underground passage when I suddenly understood what was wrong with it just now. Before I got out of the car, I heard the announcement in the car saying that it would stop for two minutes, but it actually stopped for much more than two minutes.At least three or four minutes. I figured it out, and I felt relieved that it was not a fatal problem.Officer Guo asked me on the phone at this time: "How did you know? We issued a first-level arrest warrant but failed to catch his tail. If you don't tell me the specific source of information, I will have a hard time convincing the Zhejiang police. Difficult, knowing this is not my own case, they don't have the knowledge and trust I have in you."

He said more than that, but I stopped listening after that. The car horn blares.The sharp sound from far to near was not made by the bullet train in front of me that was about to pull out of the platform. As I stepped back, I turned my head to look. Not far behind the streamlined rear of the train, a long black dragon is chasing after it.It was a freight train, except for the whistle, there seemed to be no brakes at all.The speed of the moving car has not yet been raised, and rear-end collision is inevitable, just a few seconds later, and it will be very violent! I couldn't help but be thankful I got out of the car in time.If I hadn't received the email from Police Officer Guo and found clues from the Huzhou Iron Blood BBS, I would still be on the train at this time, and the compartment I was in was the penultimate section.

I have imagined the tragic scene in the compartment after the impact in my mind, and this tragedy will be staged in a few blinks of an eye. Maybe there will be lucky people in the compartment, but I, who is stared at by the tray, cannot bet on this luck. At this moment, the speed of thinking is as fast as light.In the few minutes before the impact, many thoughts had already been running in my mind almost instinctively.Finally, a thought popped up, smashing the feeling of happiness that had just sprouted before. Was it an accident that I got off at Yueqing station, decided by a coin toss like I did when I was trying to dodge the tray?No, I made a request the day before yesterday, and police officer Guo replied by email today. I found out the clues in a short time based on the reply, and decided to get off in Yueqing.This series of choices has a logical relationship and is completely predictable. If the upcoming crash is arranged by the pallet, will it not count that I am no longer in the car?No, it must have taken that into account! So would this be a tray arrangement?Of course, such a big accident will surely shock the whole country, how did I come across it by chance? Therefore, in the calculation of the pallet, whether I am in the car or not, I will die! I threw my carry-on luggage away and tried my best to drill into the underground passage.Hope this underpass is strong enough. I was already at the entrance of the tunnel, how could I go down step by step, jump and run down, I had tried my best to go as fast as I could, but the reaction of my nerves and muscles couldn’t compare with the speed of thinking just now. I took a step, and as soon as my feet touched the second step, a loud sound hit my back.At this moment, I couldn't distinguish what kind of sound it was, and even my first reaction was not how deafening the sound was, but the destructive power.This is not the thrust of the impacting airflow, that has not had time to reach here, it is purely the power of sound, like a solid, slapping on me. I just felt dizzy, my nervous system was in chaos, and I didn't know when I fell down and rolled down the steps.When I realized this, I didn't stop hard. Instead, I kept adjusting my posture while I was falling. I rolled nearly ten steps in a row, and then successfully stood up with the support of my palms in the next turn, and then took three steps. Thirteen steps, desperately rushed to the bottom, staggered to stabilize without falling, and ran forward.I don't know if the previous sound is still continuing, or I have lost my hearing for a short time. The whole world is chaotic to me at this time, and there is no discernible sound. This chaos almost froze my mind, but finally it didn't.I thought, is it within the pallet's plan that I rush into the underground passage like this now?When a normal person with a quick reaction encounters such an accident, is the first reaction to rush into this bunker-like underground passage to hide?A bad premonition came flooding in, almost overwhelming me.By the way, my walking speed slowed down after getting off the bus just now, and I stood there for a while when I didn't make a call. If I counted according to the normal speed, I should be walking in the only passage out of the station now! So in the calculation of the tray, even if I hide in this underground passage, I will still die! What to do what to do what to do? Turn around and risk rushing back?Will this reaction be counted as well?Shall I toss a coin, but there is no time now, I must make a decision now, in this second, no, in this tenth of a second! Don't look back, go forward! The chaos is broken, and my hearing is still there.It was a muffled sound like rolling thunder, coming close to the ground, and even the ground trembled with the muffled sound. What was that? It looked like the footsteps of a Tyrannosaurus rex. Then came the second sound, and the third sound was slightly smaller, but it continued into a rumbling sound, getting closer and closer. I ran desperately, and the image left by the truck on the ground earlier resurfaced in my mind.I see, that's the load on the truck.Each wagon carried a cylindrical canister of the identifiably flammable or explosive variety, one of which must have fallen off in the impact.If I turned around and ran back just now, I would be facing this giant tank that fell down. But it's also very bad now! Go, go, go, go.Shaved like a wind razor, I have never run so fast in my life.The rumbling sound behind him suddenly stopped, and then it sounded again, twice as loud as before, and there was a crashing sound.I knew it must have entered the underground passage, and was rolling down the steps, accelerating! Here we go, the fork!This is not the direction out of the station, but another way to the platform.This is my goal. Running down the underground passage is a dead end. I can't run away from the monster behind me, let alone the calculation of the pallet. I have to go back to the platform! I ran so fast that I didn't even have the time to change direction at ninety degrees. I tried my best and slammed my body sideways against the wall of the fork. At this moment, I couldn't care less about the pain. Above is life... maybe... Don't bomb, don't bomb, don't bomb, I yelled and rushed up the steps, and ran to the platform again.Everything in front of me made me realize that the disaster had just begun. The reverberation of the collision of the two trains had just dissipated. The air was full of a strong smell of steel. The scene in front of me was so miserable that it looked like the end of the world. The last car of the bullet train that was hit was completely deformed, and the penultimate and third car was arched high, with the highest point more than ten meters above the ground, and the position where I ran out was just under the arched car. The car windows had already been shattered in the collision, and I could see at least two people hanging out of the windows.Wrong, it was stuck at the window, half of the body was outside, the head was thrown down, and there was no sign of struggle.The driver of the high-speed train probably made an emergency brake in the end. God knows whether this measure is correct or wrong. Anyway, the car has not completely stopped yet. The few cars that had been raised began to topple over towards me. I ran in the opposite direction, but I was not sure that I could escape before I was crushed to death. The shadow covered me in an instant. Can't run out, I'm not that fast. down. Are you going to die? And a little bit more. I bent down, kicked my feet desperately, and the person jumped forward close to the ground. The sun is shining! My body hit the ground heavily.No, the originally flat ground suddenly deformed, twisted like water, like an earth dragon turned over, arched up suddenly, and slammed me into the sky before I landed.It's an avalanche—the can exploded in the tunnel.The several-meter-thick ground couldn't isolate the explosion below at all, and flowers bloomed immediately. Those carriages hit the ground and almost brushed against me, not even half a meter away.And I was photographed going back up, passing by the carriages, which is really amazing. At this time, only my mind was still active, and I completely lost control of my body.I watched myself go up and up, and I started to have the illusion of flying into the sky.The underground explosion caught up with me at this moment, and I was submerged and lost consciousness for a moment. As you know, I'm not dead, or I wouldn't be sitting here writing my story. I have been in the dark for a long time.Time seems to be frozen, and it seems to not exist.I woke up a few times during this period, but I returned to silence in the process of trying to open my eyes. About the third, maybe fourth time, I opened my eyes. I thought I would see a piece of white. In fact, there is also white, but it is not the white ceiling in the ward, but a little beige, with many stains, and a row of long-lasting fluorescent lamps. It was by no means a quiet voice—it was made up of many low wails.Two legs walked beside me, and I saw her buttocks and upper body when I walked a little farther.It was a nurse, and I was in the hallway of the hospital.I didn't lie on the hospital bed. There were many beds in the corridor, but I didn't occupy them. I just slept on a row of seats. Let it go, let it go.Accompanied by such a sound, a flatbed cart pushed past.I couldn't see the people in the car, only the white cloth hanging down. Only then did I recall the great disaster that made me unconscious.The scene in front of you, how many people have died? I turned over and sat up, and felt my state, it seemed that my arms and legs were not broken, which was a miracle.At a glance, there are five or six hospital beds in the corridor, but there are far more patients than these. Some are lying on benches like me, and some are directly sleeping on the floor with white sheets. many people.Almost everyone was stained with blood, their clothes were torn, and they felt like they were in mourning, as if they had entered a frontline field hospital on a battlefield. As soon as I stood up, a sense of dizziness made me sit back down again.A nurse saw me and rushed over to make me lie down quickly.I said I was feeling fine, and she said I had a head injury, a severe concussion, and I didn't know if I would ever wake up. When she said this, I also felt pain in the back of my head. When I touched it, my hair was hard and hard, and the blood was solidified. I asked if my head was broken, the nurse said no, I said that's fine, I think it's all right, I have to leave quickly, there is something urgent. Speaking of this, I thought in my heart, yes, I have something urgent, but what is it? The nurse said decisively that no, she couldn't leave, and she had to observe for a while.I argued for a while, and she finally said that there were armed police outside, and the hospital was sealed off, waiting for the leaders to come and inspect. I froze for a moment, then suddenly realized something. In fact, I do not lack such experience. As an old reporter who has been working for many years, I don’t know how many times I was blocked by the local government when covering major accidents.Exactly how many people have died and how many people are missing is a taboo in China.This is about the black hat of relevant officials, and for many people, it is life.Every year, many journalists are suppressed, injured, illegally detained, and even "cross-provincial" or locked up in an insane asylum in such confrontations. How serious the accident was this time, just look at the crippled corridors and the dead who were pushed away a few minutes ago.The car I was in was full, it was the penultimate car, the memory before my coma, the last car was smashed, the penultimate car was arched and fell to the ground, plus the explosion , Can half of the passengers in these carriages survive?No matter how open-minded the local government is, it will strictly control the scene and the hospital to prevent it from being exposed by reporters.The so-called stability maintenance, this is it. The nurse didn't have time to say anything more to me. I followed up and asked where the toilet was, and she pointed me in the direction. As a witness to this catastrophe and as a reporter, I have an uncontrollable desire to report.But I always feel that there are more important things to do. It's strange. What is more important than writing this manuscript? Such a tragic accident, so many people died, what is more important than this? My head is starting to spin again, goddamn concussion. Anyway, you have to think of a way to go out first. I tried to stand up again, and now I was prepared, I finally stood firm, and staggered towards the toilet.I don’t feel it when I’m lying down, but as soon as I walk up, I feel soreness all over my body, especially my waist, which must have been hurt when I fell down, and the pain is excruciating when I walk a little longer. When I walk to the toilet, I’m sweating up. I saw myself in the mirror in front of the sink. I was really embarrassed. My face was stained. After I washed it, I found a wound on my left cheek, which was painful.The clothes and trousers are all torn, and the jeans are fine. I don’t know if the holes are designed. The one-foot-long hole in the left sleeve of the coat can’t be installed. This dress is completely useless. . I locked myself in the cubicle, took off my coat and threw it on the floor.Since I want to get out, I can't be seen as a wounded person at a glance. The best way is undoubtedly to pretend to be a doctor.I hoped that when a doctor came to the toilet, I took off my white coat and put it on the door of the cubicle. Then I walked along, put it on, and walked out of the hospital gate with dignity. I waited for a full twenty minutes, but no doctor came into the cubicle to go to the toilet.This plan was really taken for granted. I walked out of the cubicle, straightened my appearance in front of the mirror, straightened my back and endured the pain, and walked out quickly. Afraid of being seen by a recognized nurse, I deliberately bypassed the previous corridor and went in another direction.Along the way, I passed by several doctors with dignified faces, their expressions were normal but they were worried, and finally one of them stopped and looked at me and asked, "Who are you?" Seeing that I couldn't hide, I took out the business card holder from my pocket, pulled out the business card and handed it to him. "Hi, I'm Naduo, a reporter from Shanghai Morning Star News, may I ask..." He was obviously taken aback: "Shanghai's newspaper, Morning Star? I haven't heard much about it." Then he reacted: "Ah reporter, how did you come in? Isn't the outside watching closely?" "That's my job, please tell me this time..." "Don't, don't, don't." He waved his hands again and again: "Don't ask me, if I answer you, you will lose your job, you'd better leave quickly, there will be an official press conference, we can't accept interviews in private." "Just one sentence, how many people have died now?" He walked away quickly, and said as he walked, "Hurry up and get out. If you do this again, I will call security. Don't interfere with our rescue work." "Oh okay." I let out a long breath and turned to leave. "Hey, where are you going, where should you go when you get out of the hospital!" "Oh, thanks." When I walked out of the emergency room, I felt like my waist was going to break.When I passed the doctor's office all the way, I kept looking in, but unfortunately I didn't see a white coat.The doctor just now was easy to dismiss, but the door gods guarding the door were not.It’s not that they will suspect me when I reveal my identity as a reporter. I’m a reporter, and I can’t be more genuine, but they will never let go of a reporter who sneaked into the hospital and did not know how much the truth is. They must invite you to have a drink Sitting with guests over tea, restricting freedom for a period of time in a disguised form, so as to avoid a "out of control" manuscript.That's unacceptable to me, because I have something very urgent to do, although I still can't remember what it was... The exit of the emergency building is diagonally opposite to the hospital gate, and I can see the plainclothes guarding the gate at a glance.Fortunately, their attention was on the outside, and no one looked in.I stooped, picked their blind spots to observe, and walked around under the courtyard wall.I looked up to observe the height of the wall, and was immediately stunned.The wall is more than two meters high, and with my painful back injury, it is impossible to climb over it.But I am not stunned because of this, but the sun.When I looked up, I saw the sun.The position of the sun means it is... morning. I touched the stubble on my chin, and it turned out that it was the second day. I have a bad feeling. Don't worry about it so much for now, let's find a way to go out and talk about it.I really can't turn it out, and that's okay, as long as I can "turn it over". I sneaked close to the base of the wall to a place close enough to the gate, about twenty or thirty meters, jumped up vigorously, and when I came down, I threw my head inward and yelled "Ouch". The "guards" at the door were alarmed immediately, but when they turned their heads, they saw a man who seemed to have just jumped off the wall, got up from the ground, and was limping towards the emergency building . Without a doubt, I was stopped immediately, and on the way to be escorted out, I was still struggling and shouting, I want to find my wife, my wife is in the hospital, I want to know if my wife is okay or something. After being hanged out, many waiting reporters surrounded him, but were blocked by plainclothes officers.Then I was taken aside, and a middle-aged man came to do my ideological work and asked me how I was doing.I said that my wife was sitting in the last carriage of the accident train, and her life and death were unknown.He comforted me very much, left my phone number, and said that he would let me know as soon as he had any news, and hoped that I would cooperate.I naturally cooperated. He highly praised my reasonableness and asked me not to accept interviews from reporters casually. I made it clear repeatedly.In fact, I just want to end all this quickly so that I can call Officer Guo. Yes, I finally remembered, when the man asked me to leave a call.I wrote him my phone number and couldn't help but wonder if my phone was still there, or if it had been damaged in the impact, and I hadn't checked it.Then, logically, I remembered the phone call I was making before the accident.I thought of Zheng Jianfeng, Liu Chaohua, and D Island. My phone is gone.Probably it was thrown somewhere while running for his life.I found a roadside grocery store to call a landline, but I couldn’t recite Officer Guo’s number, so I went through the directory inquiry desk to call the switchboard of the Shanghai Public Security Bureau, transferred to the special affairs department, and left my name and phone number. Please hurry up, Officer Guo Call back. Ten minutes later, the phone rang.He picked it up, and Officer Guo's anxious voice rang in his ears. "It's great that you're still alive. I found out you were on that bullet train, and thought something happened to you." "Concussion, I just woke up, and my luggage and mobile phone are gone. You have reported to the Zhejiang police what I told you on the phone yesterday. Zheng Jianfeng should be arrested now, right?" "what……" As soon as I heard his tone, I became anxious: "What's the situation, didn't you tell the Zhejiang police, or did they not believe it?" "Don't worry, this is the situation. After your phone was disconnected yesterday, I contacted the other side directly and told you all the information. The other side also said that it will be arranged immediately. But after all, the source of the news It’s not very ironic, and I can’t make it clearer, so there was a little problem in the execution process.” "small issue?" "It's just that the police station that dispatched the police did not enforce strict secrecy, because the scope involved is large, the police force is large, there are some complaints, and there are too many people... As a result, a household registration policeman remembered that his cousin, the fisherman, seemed to have mentioned that there were people in the past two days. He wanted to hire a boat to go out to sea, so he made a phone call and asked. His cousin was greedy for money, so he didn't call the police directly, alas." "He took Zheng Jianfeng and the others out to sea?" "He didn't have the guts to knowingly commit a crime. He told the police that the boat had been rented out long ago, and he didn't board the boat himself. When the police found his house early this morning, the boat had been out at sea for eight hours." I couldn't help swearing: "Then who drove the boat." "I don't know, there is always one who can drive. There are three people on the boat, besides Zheng Jianfeng and Liu Chaohua, there is another one named Huang He. The owner said that Liu Chaohua is familiar with the situation of the ship and seems to be able to drive it. The Yellow River has been doing it for several years. Seafarers, with experience at sea, may also be able to drive." "Did the water police go after him? They haven't caught up yet, have they?" "Chasing is chasing, but the boat has been out for so long, it is at sea, it is difficult." "Adjust the helicopter, satellite positioning." "They kept the radio silent. It's almost impossible to find it if the ship doesn't volunteer its position." "It's impossible to find anything, because I don't want to use such a large resource." The other end smiled wryly, and said: "Using satellites to find a ship in the vast sea is not a question of whether you are willing to use resources. It is impossible to do it for civilian use. Whether you can find it for military use is another matter." I was so anxious that I couldn't help but tell him that Zheng Jianfeng had an atomic bomb regardless of the consequences. "But don't worry." Officer Guo comforted me and said, "They won't be able to reach Japan." "How can you be sure?" "The owner of the ship said that there is not enough oil on board. The ship was supposed to sail the day before, but it took a day to wait for the owner to buy oil because of insufficient diesel oil. The boat left, but the fuel on board was only enough for a one-way trip to Island D, let alone Japan. When the boat ran out of fuel and was floating in the sea, they could only turn on the radio to call for help." "But they chose to start early knowing that there was insufficient fuel, and they must have a countermeasure." "It's nothing more than borrowing oil from other fishing boats at sea. The police have issued a notice that no boat will borrow oil from them, and if they find their boat, they will immediately report to the police. Don't worry." Officer Guo comforted me and told me to wait for news.At this moment, I have no other choice but to accept his comfort, but my heart is always up and down, and I am always uneasy. Is there really no other way to get diesel? Have I successfully cut off the reaction chain leading to "abandoning Island D"? Although I escaped the two pursuits of Tray, my fear of Tray became stronger and stronger.The feeling of being counted as dead at every step is so bad that I can't easily say victory. But no matter what, now that the fishing boat is already on the vast sea, what can I do but wait for the news.Good news, or, bad news. Such a sense of powerlessness lasted a lifetime, and all the exhaustion and pain burst out from every pore.I think my concussion is still not fully healed. My whole brain is like an old cow pulling a broken cart. It rattles when I move a little. Let's take a break, relax from the inside out, and wait for the final result. I went to buy a mobile phone, made up a card, and then planned to go to the train station to buy a ticket back to Shanghai.After turning on the phone, seven text messages came, in addition to mobile welcome text messages, weather forecasts, etc., and four incoming call reminders.Three of them came from the same person - Wang Meifen. She is out again?Her danger lifted? To be honest, I really want to ignore everything for the time being.But no, she called me three times, it must be something very important and urgent. I sighed and called back. "Finally got in touch with you." She said right away. "I escaped unharmed again, I just lost my mobile phone." In fact, I lost all my luggage, but luckily my wallet is still there. "I know, it's a miracle that you managed to escape the tray's calculation twice in a row." "One time, two times, but three times. To be honest, if the tray comes again, I really don't have the confidence to escape." "But it's the third time." "How is it possible? The Feeder Association intends to let me go?" "Of course I won't let you go. I mean, you have escaped the calculation of the pallet twice in a row. The association regards you as a variable, and decided not to rely solely on the pallet, but to return to the local method." "Indigenous method? You mean..." "A secret organization that has lasted for a hundred years, I don't know how many changes it has experienced. Before the tray appeared, in what way do you think the association used to solve some special problems?" "You mean the thumb?" "Oh, yes, what I told you is the thumb. The most powerful one is the thumb that holds the knife. Although most of the time the task of the thumb is to blacken the bus stop signs and other easy pallet instructions, but when When encountering a change like yours, it will not be difficult for them to get back to their old profession. According to the information I got, the password-killing order for you has already been issued to Thumbs." "Password kill?" "Yes, it sounds creepy. Inside the thumb, there are professional killers. This is different from the tray's murder order. Although it is difficult to guard against, it is too precise. As long as your reaction exceeds the tray's prediction, you will be killed. Can escape. But facing the killer, it is truly immortal." "It sounds like if you don't succeed in literature, you come to martial arts." "You're not worried?" "Is it useful to worry? To be honest, I would rather be a living person who came to kill me than worry about a stone falling from the sky and crushing me to death whenever I walk on the road. Do you have more detailed information, such as who came to kill me?" How many people, male or female, what do they look like?" "I only know that the operation against you has already begun, and you may be attacked at any time. I still can't use the back door of the pallet, and I can't help you more. My side is still sensitive now, and it may take a few days , About a week, I will try to enter the tray again in a week, and then I can help you, before that, you must hold on." "By the way, the matter of Island D, how is your investigation, is there any progress?" "Hey?" "Why don't you speak? Could it be that you are afraid? Didn't you say before that you would rather face the thumb than the tray. But you survived the tray twice. I have confidence in you." "I'm going to hang up," I said. "what?" "I think the thumb has come."