Hidden Assassin

(ii) The worst day

“The train from platform 4 to the South Sky Gate is about to enter...”

“This train.... Waiting for the express train to pass at Huangtu Ridge Station.......”

If not necessary, Jiaming rarely works by subway, after all, there is still a short distance from the residence.

In the morning, the crowd rushed through the checkpoint and followed the stairs to the basement. This is not the starting point, people are not too dense, but there are not many spaces to go beyond.

“Hey! Ah.....”

As if it was the sixth sense before the danger arrived, Jia Ming stood still and a woman shouted behind her. Something, with wind pressure, felt like it was pressing substantially.

Jiaming was only halfway back, and the moment of the flash of electric light —— an adult woman, almost colliding with the stairs -- he stood in this position on the necessary track of the other person's fall. I couldn't think much of it, but even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be possible, as a natural reaction… an instinct, he subconsciously stretched out an arm--

Tearing ———

The sleeve sticking out of that arm was stuck in the woman's hand and there was still a little bit of it attached to her shoulder.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

New clothes just made last summer..........

This situation can only be attributed to the fact that I am really bad enough. Even if it is purely to relieve the depression in my heart, Jiaming cannot blame the woman. After all, this is an accident. If you blame the irresponsible and timely avoidance of the surrounding crowd, it is even more silly. Who will make you not stand out? Anyway, it's called bad luck to the extreme.

Nightmares, late missed buses, no breakfast, and now one sleeve has been ripped off..... how do we digest this ensuing bad luck...

“Are you all right?” An aged woman asked the woman who fell down the stairs with care and took out her handkerchief for her.

This woman is wearing a conservative style of long dress, the kind of backpack jumpsuit that was popular in the last century, the dress is monochromatic woolen fleece, and the thick long sleeve sweater inside, the first thing that gives the overall feeling is the old face. In fact, she is only 26 years old in real life this year, but she is very young, but wears this outfit in an untimely manner. It can be said that in the streets of the city, she is a very rare, if not the only, type.

People can't stand up, a shoulder strap falls off and skews onto her arms, she doesn't care, ignores the care of the other people, except for shaking no reaction, then the middle-aged woman wonders if this person is falling foolish, or is it simply foolish? After all, no adult would fall from such a high place, and he became hesitant to say, “Hey, are you... are you okay? ”

“Ah........ is... this person..." she seemed to think of something, trembling to point to the familiar around her, "it was him...! He pushed me down! ”

It seems that Jia Ming's shocked silence at this time gave her the confidence to make a firm judgement. She stood up from the ground and held her hands in front of her chest, complaining in a more emotional and exciting tone, "I was pushed down by him! ”

Really.... what the hell is going on... that's so disgusting..... the crowd is talking. Although it is now the height of work, there are a number of passers-by who come around to point and look at home most of the time with the meaning of contempt and accusation.

Jia Ming put his shoulder-covered hand down, his personality is the type of anger that will become overwhelmed, at this time for the first time, he said to himself, but it seems to be stating something that has nothing to do with him: “You fell from above, right? ”

“- It's already down the stairs. How can I push you down? ”

“Huh?” The woman looked confused at her place of origin, “Ah-..." suddenly realized that she had just wronged a good man and unbelievably covered her mouth.

“Oh," the crowd suddenly scattered as birds and beasts.

The innocence of being falsely climbed can be preserved, but the rotten clothes can't be helped after all, Jia Ming thought that today is the worst of luck. It's ugly to keep on wearing your shirt, simply take off your jacket and put it in the arm bend and continue on the road, you can't miss the subway.

But the woman followed her as she ran away and yelled: "Wait a minute... sorry, I... please wait a minute! ”

“... what is it? ”

“Sorry! I....." She's holding a common shopping bag in her hand right now, "I'm really, really sorry! ”

“Forget it.” Originally there was no delusion, Jia Ming's most important thing now was to catch the subway, without any expression, he continued to make great strides towards the platform.

“Hey... wait... your coat... I'll sew it up! ”

“It all turned out this way, no need to make it up to me. ”

“I'll sew it up! Really, I promise!” She lowered her head and grabbed Jia Ming's coat tightly.

Even Ming, who doesn't have a needle thread at all, probably knows that there's no way to compare the repaired clothes to the original, and besides, this is a coat, "I said to you... if you're really sorry, could you just leave this alone? ”

“But..."

“I'm in a hurry, this is over. Okay... you can have that for me. I can't wear it anyway. ”

The two previous pullers were almost to the platform. Jia Ming loosened her hand and turned away. The woman held the wrecked clothes in her arms and stayed put.

Outbound ticket, shit... wallet, left in suit didn't come out...

After that, how to explain the apology process and press off the table. In short, it was a hurry. When I came in and said hello to my colleagues who were already reading the newspaper, it was no wonder that the colleagues were not wearing coats.

Unexpectedly, there were not many people in the office at this time, "Where are the others? ”

“Flexible to work, not till 10: 00. Went drinking last night. ”

“Late?” Drop the newspaper you've already turned over once, "you can also work flexibly. ”

“Oh no... I haven't worked for more than a year and can't report for flexible work.” Jiaming is a company that joined at about this time last year. Almost a year has passed, finally adapting to new jobs.

“Ah.........? And this rule? ”

At this point, the office called in, “Gu Jiaming, line 3, is from the GB system.” Jiaming worked for the software company for a while.

Jiaming picked up the handset and lowered his voice: “Enough, I'm still at work..."

“Ahhh, because of that -- that ghost accounting system you're working on —— isn't there something overloaded? That 's--”

I've been talking to you for half a day, and you're on the other side of the phone line, and I'm like, "That's the way to go! ”

“Don't be so heartless... teach me... one by one is too much trouble. ”

Jiaming: “.............”

*

At this age, many things are repeated and repeated, and a little life experience has been accumulated. On this basis, there is occasional awareness. Blessings are no different, misfortunes are no different, people get unlucky, there's always more than one bad thing, and it doesn't leave you time for a breath buffer. At 7: 40 p.m., it was early in the early spring, and it was already the beginning of the Hua lamp outside. This was the worst day ever. Jiaming walked out of the property building where the office was located and finally realized the old saying.

“South Side Garden Station has arrived... Passengers getting off, please carry your belongings..."

With borrowed storage cards in mind, Jiaming and the bustling crowd burst out of the subway station together. When passing through the lost and found fence, not much hope, just a glance at the conversation is better than nothing.

I'm so sorry about this morning, I handed your credit card over to the station.

Written on a whiteboard with an oily pen, below is his name and stored value card number, so caught in the middle of many lost names, it looks very eye-catching.

“Please write your address and name here........ contact details..........”

At the station information desk, the staff handed Jiaming a signature pen, and the table in front of him was sprinkled with an eight-open notepad, which had been gradually documented many similar careless ghosts. There is also a field with the name of the person who picked it up in the record, which can be written at random, but not written at all, in fact many of these columns are blank. When Jiaming found his name in the lost owner's column, he wrote “Ye Lingjing” next to him.

Ye Lingjing........ Ye Lingjing........ the name is very good, and..... I always feel this name, where have I seen it before, is this both visual? In other words, the morning impression alone does not reveal where there are "spirits” and “quiet”.

“Is there anything else missing? You confirm it with me again. ”

Therefore, he checked the contents of the wallet with a fairly serious and responsible staff member, stored value card, driver's license, identity card, business card issued by the company, bank card, several coins. Jiaming took the liberty of flipping them, and accidentally discovered that there was an extra neat, neat note in it: put my coat here again, Ye Lingjing. Below you will also find her contact details and address.

There was no time to rush, he relaxed after walking to the subway station to live this part of the road, far away from the city, which was originally a wasteland by the river beach, developed into a residential dense residential area in the previous few years, it was almost 9 o'clock, apart from a few cold supermarkets and real estate intermediaries lit the lights, the streets were already difficult to find, far away hidden the sound of incoming vehicles' engines, from small to loud, then gradually disappeared -

It's as if the whole city, the whole world under the sky, is all that's left of itself.

In fact, he usually comes home at about this time, messy things, frequent overtime, colleagues' meals, occasional purchases, feeling that the time between the end of the meal and 89pm is always particularly fast, and if you do something about the killing time, you can turn off the lights and go to sleep, and the day passes.

Whatever the impact, even if it can't be completely soothed and deposited over time, the so-called pain will eventually be pressed to the invisible bottom, but what if one day the water gets stirred up and the residue beneath it flips up?

Last night's dream provoked painful memories of the past. Even though the family understood that the heavens could be suppressed by noise from all directions, by now alone, the feeling of belonging to the past became stronger, trying to rebuild it, but could not be cut off. Looking back from this perspective, perhaps the worst of days is welfare.

Jiaming also provides units that are small houses for single young people. In order to beat the number of such buildings, they are usually very high. Normal people generally prefer the third floor and the fourth floor. He prefers the top floor of the cold door. Time is money, and all the money he saves is wasted on the elevator.

“You're back at last! ”

“I thought you weren't coming back! Worried to death!”

“It took me a long time to find this place! He walked over from the train station! Even if there's a sign in front of the neighborhood, it's hard to find!” As if she knew him well, she complained as she bent over and stood up and patted the dust. Naturally, her attitude was not slightly pinched. Her long black hair under the turban swayed in the air with her movements.

“What's with your face? Have you forgotten me? ”

The man who Jiaming couldn't cut, appeared in front of him now: leaning against the wall at the elevator door, he looked up and greeted him happily, relying on a large shoulder bag on the tile floor beside her.

Jiaming's hands trembled unnaturally, trying to squeeze his fist, but couldn't help it. She looked at him innocently, seemingly confused as to why he didn't speak - maybe the wrong person, then she was embarrassed and embarrassed today!

“How could you... now would...”

As if finding evidence from this answer confirming the identity of the other person, she stood up satisfied and smiled -

“Gu Jiaming! Long time no see! ”