Chapter 61 first story nightmare

I have to admit that, at a time like this afternoon, if I don't go shopping with my girlfriend, try snacks, and have a glass of jelly drink, I am really sorry for myself. At least Wen Yan thinks so: her husband is at the company, her child is at school, and she doesn't have to go to work in the afternoon - so, what are you waiting for? She sat gracefully on the sofa and dialed Zhou Ling's phone - although she was not the best buddy, she was sure that Zhou Ling was definitely free in the afternoon. After the phone rang three times, it was picked up. "Hi, dear Miss Zhou, are you free this afternoon?" Wen Yan said in a sweet voice.

A woman's rapid panting came from the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, Wen Yan heard Zhou Ling almost screaming: "Oh my God! It really happened! My God, what should I do?" Wen Yan felt baffled: "Hello, Zhou Ling? What's wrong with you?" Zhou Ling still repeated that sentence, she seemed to be crying: "My God! What should I do? I... Oh, my God!" Wen Yan sat up from the sofa: "What's going on? Zhou Ling, calm down!" After half a minute, Zhou Ling on the other side of the phone calmed down a little, and she let out a long breath: "Wen Yan? I...I really don't know what to say."

"Start with what I'm interested in. For example, why did you react this way when you got the call?" "I... maybe you won't believe it, but let me tell you... I had a strange dream last night." "Go ahead." "I dreamed some things, and some of them were terrible." "and then?" "And then," she became excited again, "My God, all these things came true today!" "What is it?" "First of all, I dreamed that while I was having breakfast, my husband received a call from his work unit, telling him that he was going to Guangzhou for a meeting today. As a result, when he was having breakfast this morning, his cell phone rang—exactly the same as in the dream. His boss asked him to fly to Guangzhou for a meeting in the afternoon!"

"Are you sure he didn't tell you about it last night?" "He himself only found out this morning!" "So, did anything else come true?" "Yes, the second thing I dreamed was—you're going to call me about two o'clock this afternoon and ask me to go shopping. It's happening again, isn't it?" Wen Yan was stunned for a moment: "Zhou Ling, are you kidding me?" "Oh, believe me." Zhou Ling said with a wry smile, "I hope this is a joke more than anyone else, but the truth is just the opposite." "So, what else did you dream about?"

There was silence on the phone for more than ten seconds, and finally, she said, "I dreamed about a big earthquake, which started at seven o'clock tonight." "...so, you think it will happen too?" "What else can I think? The previous two things have come true!" Wen Yan frowned and thought for a while: "Look, Zhou Ling, the previous two incidents may be just a coincidence. It is common for your husband to go to meetings, and I will call you to go shopping with me from time to time. It's not surprising that the dream coincides, is it?" "No, you don't understand." Zhou Ling said painfully, "My feeling is not wrong! Do you know? This is not the first time."

"What's the meaning?" "... There is something that I have never told you. When I was in high school, one night I dreamed that my good friend—a male classmate in my class at the time— fell into the river and drowned... I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, because it was just a dream. However, after school the next day, he really went swimming in the river with some classmates, and then..." Zhou Ling cried on the other end of the phone. "What? Did he really drown?" Wen Yan asked urgently. "...Yes, do you know? I liked him very much at the time, and I have always been in love with him secretly, but I actually foresaw and witnessed his death. This is too cruel for me!" Zhou Ling couldn't help crying.

"Have you ever told anyone about this?" "I told my best friends at the time, but no one believed me. They all thought I was crazy." Wen Yan frowned tightly, and she began to feel that this matter was not so simple. "So, what I mean is, even if you can foresee what will happen in the future in your dreams, there is no need to be so nervous and painful, right? You can take refuge with your family in a safe place before the earthquake strikes." Wen Yan Say. "But, my God! I've dreamed something even worse! It's so overwhelming! I don't know what to do!"

"Wait," Wen Yan was a little confused, "You mean, in your dream, there was something worse than a big earthquake? I really can't think of anything worse than this?" "Of course I did! I dreamed that I was dead! I was like watching a movie, and I clearly saw myself lying on the ground motionless, with a trace of blood at the corner of my mouth! Oh! My God, what should I do?" "Calm down, Zhou Ling. How...how did you die? I mean, in a dream." "I can't remember! You know, it's impossible for everyone to keep a complete record of their dreams. Damn it, I just can't remember how I died!"

"Remember it again, Zhou Ling." "I've been thinking about it all morning, and I still can't remember it. However, I can clearly remember what I felt in the dream. I was quite scared and disturbed before I died! But I forgot what caused me to be like this, What a nightmare!" "Let me help you, Zhou Ling, start with the first thing in your dream and think about it carefully." "Okay, I'll try again. Uh... I dreamed that I was eating at the dining table with my husband and daughter. I was sitting on his left side. Then his phone rang and the company told him to go to Guangzhou Meeting...these are exactly the same as what happened this morning! Next, I got a call from you, yes, just like now. Then, you seem to break a teal bottle..."

"Wait, you said I broke a cyan bottle? That's wrong, I didn't break any bottles today." "God knows, maybe not everything I saw in my dream was so accurate." Wen Yan laughed happily: "Look, Zhou Ling, you dreamed about many things, some of them came true, and some didn't. This shows that your 'forecast' is not 100% accurate. So you don't need to worry so much , this is just an ordinary nightmare." Zhou Ling on the phone seemed to be much better: "Really? If this is the case, that would be great. I really hope it is what you said."

"Okay, don't think too much about it. Go take a shower and listen to music, everything will be fine." "Thanks, I will. But..." "Anything else?" "Well... Actually, I haven't finished talking just now. I saw some strange things in my dream." "You saw the big earthquake, and you saw yourself dead, and the dream is not over yet? God, this dream of yours is really long. So what else did you see?" "...I'm sorry, I think it's better to forget it. I don't want to talk about it, because it's too strange. How could I dream of such a thing? Besides, I can't think of any relationship with the previous things." "Then forget about it." Wen Yan said, "Stop torturing your fragile nerves and take a good rest." "...I think so, thanks and goodbye." "goodbye." After hanging up the phone, Wen Yanchang let out a long breath.Sitting on the sofa and carefully recalling the conversation just now, she couldn't help laughing—she was no longer a naive little girl, and she almost believed in fairy tales like "dream prophecy". Since I couldn't find anyone to go shopping with, I went alone.Wen Yan sat in front of the dressing table to touch up her makeup, and then selected suitable outing clothes in the closet. After searching for a long time, Wen Yan suddenly remembered that the green skirt she bought recently was still hanging out on the balcony after washing, so she decided to wear it out, so she went to the balcony to collect the clothes. Wen Yan hummed a ditty, and carelessly pushed open the balcony door—who knew that when the door was pushed open, it bumped into a clothes-drying pole on the side, and the one-meter-long plastic pole fell obliquely, hitting a blue vase The vase shattered to the ground with a bang. From pushing the door open to breaking the bottle, it was only a second or two, so Wen Yan hadn't realized what happened.But when she saw the cyan fragments on the ground, she was stunned. She suddenly remembered what Zhou Ling said just now: she dreamed that she broke a blue vase.But, why can't I remember that there is such a vase at home? Wen Yan tried his best to calm himself down.After a while, she remembered - on the bookcase in the small study she didn't go to often, there was indeed such a blue vase, which was bought by her husband many years ago.When the husband works in the study, he likes to smell some light floral fragrance, so he often changes the water in the vase.Wen Yan hardly touched this vase. But, how could it run to the balcony?Maybe the husband forgot to take it in after changing the water.But the important thing now is not this question - Zhou Ling's dream prophecy is all on Wen Yan's mind. Wen Yan sat back on the sofa in the living room and began to clear up his messy thoughts——Zhou Ling said that what she saw in her dream had already fulfilled two things; then, does this matter just now count as the third?If even this one thing has been fulfilled, what about the fourth thing?Will it come true? Wen Yan suddenly remembered the fourth thing in Zhou Ling's dream - at seven o'clock tonight, there will be a big earthquake. Wen Yan's heart started beating wildly, and she knew that this feeling was not good. She really didn't want to believe in any "dream prophecy", but she couldn't deceive herself - the three things that happened before couldn't be a coincidence, even a fool could see it. Wen Yan became nervous, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with today's weather, the weather was abnormally hot, and there wasn't even a slight breeze—could this be a sign before the earthquake? Wen Yan looked at his watch, it was three forty in the afternoon. After hesitating for the last two minutes, Wen Yan made a decision - he would rather believe in something than nothing.She lives on the 15th floor and can't afford the risk. Wen Yan's first thought was that she must notify her husband and son as soon as possible, so she quickly dialed her husband's cell phone number. "Honey, what's the matter?" Wen Yan's husband, Han Yi, asked after answering the phone. "I..." Wen Yan held the phone receiver and realized that he didn't know where to start. "What's wrong?" "You... When will you be back in a while?" "Oh, by the way, I won't come back for dinner tonight. I'm going to represent the company to negotiate a deal with a few foreign businessmen. I'll have dinner by the way, so you don't have to wait for me." "What! You're not coming back?" Wen Yan was anxious. "What's the matter? It's not the first time. What happened to you today?" "You must be back before dinner tonight! I have something important to tell you!" "What happened? Tell me now." "...I received news that there will be a big earthquake at seven o'clock tonight!" "What? Earthquake?" Han Yi was confused by this reason, "As far as I know, today is not April Fool's Day." "I'm not kidding! It's true!" "How do you know? You noticed something that the Earthquake Bureau didn't even detect?" "It's not me, it's..." Wen Yan could only narrate what happened throughout the afternoon. After listening, Han Yi was silent for a few seconds: "It is true that I changed the water in the morning and forgot to take that vase into the study, but I think these are just coincidences." "What about adding the previous two things? Is it a coincidence?" "Some things in the world are just coincidences, so don't pay too much attention to them." "Don't you care at all?" "Listen, Wen Yan, I'm willing to believe your speculation, but I can't shirk the company's arrangement for this reason. What happened tonight is very important to the company and to me. Do you understand?" "But……" "Okay, I can't make any more calls. It's working hours now. Goodbye." Han Yi hung up the phone. Seeing that she couldn't convince her husband, Wen Yan hurriedly called her son's school again. Wen Yan's son is named Han Ming, and he goes to a closed junior high school. He can only go home on Saturdays and Sevens. Today is Tuesday. After finding his son's head teacher on the phone, Wen Yan suggested that he must talk to his son immediately. "Wait a minute, I'll call him right away," said the head teacher. A few minutes later, Han Minglai answered the phone: "Mom, what's the matter?" "Son, listen to me, you will go home immediately after school this afternoon, and I will ask your teacher for leave." "Why? Mom, what happened?" "Stop asking, do as I tell you!" "No, tonight is my classmate's birthday, and we made an appointment to celebrate in the dormitory!" "Be obedient! A classmate's birthday is such an important thing!" "Then you didn't say you have any important business!" "I..." Wen Yan didn't know what to say, she probably wouldn't believe her son if she told the reason. "Mom, I'll just hang up the phone if it's okay, I have to go back to class!" "Hey, wait..." Before Wen Yan could finish speaking, his son also hung up the phone. Wen Yan sat down on the sofa, feeling isolated and helpless. She checked the time again, it was past four o'clock. Wen Yan was so anxious that she weighed it carefully for a few minutes, and found that only after going to her husband's company to convince her husband in person, could she go to persuade her son with him. Without time to think about it, Wen Yan immediately took the elevator downstairs, drove the car out of the parking lot, and drove to her husband's company. Fifteen minutes later, Wen Yan found her husband in his office. "Why are you here?" Han Yi showed sullen expression, "What's wrong with you today?" "You don't think about yourself, don't you care about your son?" "But, how do you want me to believe your unreasonable inference? It's really ridiculous!" "What makes no sense? Almost all of Zhou Ling's dreams came true! How on earth do you have to believe it?" "Did everything come true? What else did she dream about?" Han Yi asked impatiently. "She dreamed that her husband was on a business trip, I would call her in the afternoon, I would break a blue vase today, and she dreamed that she herself died, and then there was the big earthquake!" "Wait a minute, you said she dreamed that she was dead? That's a problem." "what?" "Actually, Zhou Ling is living well now, isn't she? She is not dead. You said that all her dreams have come true?" "Probably...not everything is so accurate...but..." Wen Yan found that he couldn't justify himself. "Okay, Wen Yan, don't bother me anymore, I still have a lot of things to do. We are not children anymore." After finishing speaking, Han Yi left the office with a stack of documents. Wen Yan felt that there was nothing she could do, and she walked out of her husband's company alone.She didn't know what to do next. After thinking about it in the car for a few minutes, Wen Yan felt that she could only go to Zhou Ling's residence and ask about the whole matter, but she couldn't think of a better way. It only took ten minutes for Wen Yan to drive downstairs to Zhou Ling's house, which was a relatively remote part of the city. Just as Wen Yan was thinking about where to park the car, she found a woman with a purse walking out of the building where Zhou Ling lived—it was Zhou Ling herself.Obviously, she wanted to seek refuge in a safe place. Wen Yan watched Zhou Ling leaving in a hurry, and was about to open the car window to call her, when suddenly - a thought flashed through her mind. She thought, there is a way to make her husband believe all this - as long as Zhou Ling dies, it can prove that the fourth thing has also come true, then he has no reason not to believe what will happen next. This thought made Wen Yan's brain congest, but she knew that she didn't have much time to think about it.She looked around, it was a secluded street with no shops or pedestrians. Wen Yan's heart turned, and he slammed into Zhou Ling with full power. When the car was only two meters away from Zhou Ling, Zhou Ling felt something was wrong. She turned her head and saw Wen Yan in the car. But it was too late. Poor Zhou Ling was bumped five meters away before she even had time to cry out. She fell to the ground with blood streaming from the corner of her mouth. The flustered Wen Yan saw Zhou Ling's body through the car window, and she left the scene immediately - according to her estimate, no one saw the car accident. Wen Yan drove home in one breath, and checked the front of the car in the parking lot - she was relieved that there was no sign of damage. There is no time to stay.She looked at her watch again, it was ten past five. Wen Yan took a taxi to the scene of the car accident just now. The small street was already crowded with ambulances, police cars and onlookers. She knew that Zhou Ling's body had been found. Wen Yan took out her mobile phone, dialed her husband's number, and when she answered the phone, she pretended to cry in shock and grief: "Han Yi? You can't believe what happened! Oh my God!" "what happened again?" "I passed by Zhou Ling's house just now, and I found that the downstairs of her house was full of people, as well as police cars and ambulances... I squeezed over and took a look, my God! It's Zhou Ling! She's dead!" "What! Are you telling the truth?" "You should drive over to see it right away! The police are dealing with the scene now." Han Yi was silent for a few minutes: "You wait for me, I'll come right over!" Ten minutes later, Han Yi drove the company's car to the scene. He happened to witness the process of the police carrying Zhou Ling's body into the ambulance. "My God, it really happened! How did she die?" Han Yi couldn't believe what he saw. "Maybe it was a car accident, I'm not sure." Wen Yan said with tears. "Did you just say...she foresaw that she would die in her dream?" "Yes! This is the fourth thing she dreamed about, and it came true! Next..." "...You mean, that big earthquake? Could it... really happen?" "You still have to deceive yourself, is this a coincidence?" Han Yi frowned and thought for a while, then said loudly: "We can't take any risks, we have to pick up our son right away!" "Yes, now! Have you told the company yet?" "I'll call to ask for leave immediately!" Han Yi took out his mobile phone and told the company's upper management that acute enteritis had occurred. "Let's go to Han Ming's school!" Han Yi glanced at his watch. It was almost six o'clock, and he shouted loudly, "What time is the earthquake that Zhou Ling dreamed about? Seven o'clock?" "Yes! Let's hurry up!" Wen Yan shouted. The two quickly jumped into the car and drove towards their son's school—it was a school built on the outskirts of the city, and it took half an hour at the fastest. After running through three red lights in a row, Han Yi and his wife rushed to the school where their son was. They found Han Ming playing on the playground. Seeing his parents coming at the same time, Han Ming asked in surprise, "Dad, Mom, what are you doing..." "There's no time to explain! Let's go!" Han Yi and Wen Yansheng dragged away their son, and other people on the playground stared at the panic-stricken family in dumbfounded. After Han Yi made up a random reason to the school guard, he stuffed his son into the car and drove towards the open space in the suburbs. Han Ming was obviously frightened by this action of his parents, he asked puzzledly: "Can any of you tell me what's going on?" "Don't talk! You'll know in a while!" Wen Yan hugged his son. The car stopped in a wide open space, and Han Yi looked around - there were no tall buildings that could collapse.He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his watch again, it was six fifty-five. The three of them just stayed in the car without saying a word, as if they were waiting for the judgment of God. Han Ming thought to himself, this is the weirdest day in his life. Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally, it was seven o'clock. Wen Yan and Han Yi's hearts almost reached their throats, and they observed the changes around them in horror. But five minutes later, it was still calm. Wen Yan couldn't bear it anymore, she grabbed Han Yi's arm: "Could it be... it won't happen?" Han Yi was about to turn his head to say something when he suddenly felt a strong vibration on the ground, followed by a loud rumbling noise—an earthquake really broke out! Although she had been prepared for a long time, Wen Yan was still terrified. She hugged her son and screamed loudly—this was the first time they had experienced an earthquake. But only about ten seconds later, the earthquake stopped - it seemed that the "big" earthquake that Zhou Ling said was not as strong as imagined. Han Yi and Wen Yan, who were still in shock, were still in a state of tension. They were not sure whether the earthquake was really over. Han Ming became excited: "Dad, Mom! You are amazing, you can predict earthquakes." Half an hour later, Han Yi finally judged that the earthquake was over—it could only be regarded as a small-to-medium earthquake at best, and did not cause any disaster. Han Yi sighed: "It seems that although Zhou Ling's prediction was accurate, it was exaggerated, and it was just a false alarm." "Mom, how do you know there will be an earthquake?" Han Ming asked. "Let's talk about it when we go back." Wen Yan suddenly felt exhausted physically and mentally. Returning home after dinner, Wen Yan found that apart from breaking a few cups and bottles, the family hadn't been affected much. Han Ming was still asking about the secret of the "earthquake prediction", but Wen Yan didn't want to say a word, and went to bed early after taking a bath. Lying on the bed, Wen Yan felt his chest constricted.She was starting to get scared now—oh my god, she killed someone!And it's my friend! Although Zhou Ling was not a particularly good friend, and even though she was trying to save her family, she died unjustly—especially after learning that the earthquake was not a catastrophe. Wen Yan lay trembling on the bed: Will the police find out that the murderer is himself?Was it true that no one saw it?Didn't leave any clues?Wen Yan regretted his impulsive behavior at that time. Finally, she calmed down and thought about it carefully: the police had no reason to suspect her—the phone conversation between Zhou Ling and herself before her death should have been known to no one except her family; moreover, even if the police found out that it was her Killing Zhou Ling could also be interpreted as an accidental car accident. No one can produce evidence to prove that he committed the murder on purpose - no one will know the motive. Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt much better, she was going to sleep, today is really enough. At this moment, Wen Yan heard the doorbell from the living room, and she immediately sat up like a frightened bird. Han Yi opened the door, and there were two uniformed policemen standing at the door. "Is this Wen Yan's home?" the tall policeman asked. "Yes, you..." Han Yi felt bad. Wen Yan had already dressed and walked to the living room. Another dark-skinned policeman saw her and asked, "Are you Wen Yan?" Wen Yan pretended to be calm and said, "I am, what's the matter with you?" "We suspect that you are related to a car accident this afternoon, please come with us." The tall policeman showed his ID. "What?" Wen Yan's heart was beating wildly, she didn't expect the police to come to her door so soon. "Wen Yan, you..." Han Yi seemed to understand something. Wen Yan had no choice, and she was forcibly taken to the police station. In the interrogation room, the tall policeman said straight to the point: "There was a car accident on West Ring Road this afternoon. You don't know who the deceased is?" Wen Yan pretended to be calm and nodded: "It's my good friend Zhou Ling, but how could you... suspect that I hit her with a car?" Wen Yan almost said this sentence as "How do you know that I hit her with a car?" ". The tall policeman ignored her question and asked, "How did you know she was in a car accident?" "After I came out of my husband's company, I was wandering alone on the street. When I walked near Zhou Ling's house, I saw many people and vehicles onlookers. I squeezed in and recognized her." "Can you see what kind of car she was hit by?" "I can't be sure. But what I do know for sure is that I wasn't driving." The tall police officer glanced at Wen Yan, which made her shudder: "We received the report at 5:05, who can prove that you didn't drive before then?" "Well... let me think about it, maybe..." "Okay, stop pretending." The tall police officer stared into her eyes and said, "We investigated your colleagues in your husband's company this afternoon, and three of them said that they saw you drive to the company after four o'clock, and then at ten How many minutes later, you drove away, and you still said you didn't drive at that time?" It was as if Wen Yan's head had been hit by something violently, and his mind was buzzing. "Aren't you going to confess?" "Well, I admit, I was driving and I hit her. But I didn't mean to! I was going to go to her house to find her, but after seeing her on the road, I wanted to drive over and call her , I didn’t expect... I was flustered for a while, and I stepped on the accelerator by mistake... You know, I don’t drive very often, and my driving skills are not good at all.” "It's well edited, I almost believe it." The tall police officer said with a sneer. "Officer," Wen Yan said suddenly, "You have no reason to believe that I'm not telling the truth. Can you prove that I deliberately hit her?" "Of course I can, I knew you would say that." The tall policeman took out a small brown notebook from a file bag next to him and handed it to Wen Yan, "Look at this." Wen Yan took the notebook, which was a very common notebook. She flipped through the first few pages and recognized Zhou Ling's handwriting at a glance. There are not a few pages in this book, most of them are memos.After Wen Yan flipped through a few articles, he found that one page read like this: "Last night, I had a nightmare. Everything that happened in the dream reappeared today! First, Zhang Yuan (Zhou Ling's husband) was sent to Guangzhou for a meeting, and then Wen Yan was sent to Guangzhou after two o'clock in the afternoon. Called and it was exactly the same as in the dream! I also dreamed of a big earthquake and myself dying, oh my god! Will this happen?" "After Wen Yan called, I told her about these things, and she comforted me, and I felt much better. But after hanging up the phone, I still felt uneasy, and always felt that something was going to happen. I lay On the bed, I repeatedly recalled the contents of the dream—how did I die?” "Finally, I remembered some details. Although I don't remember how I died, I recalled the last person I saw before I died - it was Wen Yan! My God! It turned out to be her! Now I remember clearly, I After seeing Wen Yan's face in the dream, I lay on the ground with blood dripping from the corner of my mouth." "I was terrified. I didn't know what my death had to do with her. Could it be that she killed me? But why did she do this? How did she kill me? The more I thought about it, the more I was afraid, and finally I remembered that she might Will come to my house to find me - although I don't think she has any reason to kill me at all, but my intuition tells me that what I see in my dream can never be wrong! This is not the first time!" "Finally, I decided to leave home, lest Wen Yan come to find me, and in order to escape this big earthquake, I must go to a safe place." After Wen Yan finished reading, she sat blankly without speaking. "You didn't think of it. Zhou Ling had a premonition that you would kill her, so she wrote it down in a notepad. We found this notepad when we were checking her belongings." Wen Yan's nerves finally collapsed, and she burst into tears: "I killed her! In order to convince my husband and son that her prophecy was true, and to avoid this earthquake, I.... Hitting her dead with a car... exactly as she predicted!" "You can leave these words to the court." The tall police officer said to the two policemen next to him, "Take her down." After Wen Yan was taken away, the dark-skinned policeman who had been sitting next to the tall policeman said, "Boss, this case was solved beautifully! Actually, what was written in that diary cannot be used as evidence in court. She confessed—but she admitted it herself...Among all the cases we have solved, this is the weirdest case! We have been handling cases for decades and have never encountered such an unbelievable thing. Do dreams predict such strange things?" But the tall police officer did not speak, his body seemed to be shaking. "Boss, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" the black-skinned policeman asked. The tall police officer slowly raised his head, his eyes full of fear: "It's all come true...everything has come true." "what?" The tall police officer took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to his assistant: "Actually, the woman was not reading the last page, but this one." The dark-skinned policeman took the piece of paper torn from the notepad suspiciously, and it read as follows: "I didn't tell Wen Yan about one of the things I saw in my dream, because I thought it was too strange-why did I dream that she was caught by the police and imprisoned? This is the same as in my dream Does it matter if you see her face? But what's more frightening is that the big earthquake didn't really break out until long after she was caught! The earthquake at seven o'clock was just the beginning, and tonight, A real catastrophe will come, and the entire city will be destroyed! I must leave immediately..." "Is this true? Could it be... everything is not over yet?" The dark-skinned policeman looked at his boss. "What are we going to do?" said the tall officer tremblingly. (Finish)