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Chapter 10 - A Close Escape

The world passed through piles of people dancing in twos and threes, and finally arrived at the corridor leading to the bathroom. In the dim light, two tall white boys were kissing fiercely by the corridor wall, with bias in their mouths The sound of chirp made goose bumps all over the world.

Regarding homosexuality/homosexuality, he has always been a little puzzled.He always felt weird when two big men got together.But he couldn't think of a reason to hate homosexuality.The two really love each other, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

When he came out of the bathroom, he suddenly found that the black crowd was rushing towards the door. The screams of despair were endless, and the music didn't stop. The sound wave hit by multiple times. It's going to explode.Before he could react to the situation, a black boy next to him suddenly dragged him to run.

"Gunshooting!" (shooting case!) The little brother yelled in his ear, and his mind went blank for a moment.shooting?When he was in the bathroom, he did hear sounds like fireworks, but the club itself was very noisy, so he didn't take it to heart.

little turtle! ! !Where is the little turtle? ? ? ! ! !The world suddenly remembered that the little turtle was still waiting for him to come back from the bathroom on the dance floor.He broke free from the little black brother's hand and rushed into the crowd, but the little brother ignored him and ran for his life.But the world and the fleeing crowd were in opposite directions. He only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder from being hit by someone, but he didn't move a bit.There was no way to enter the center of the stage, the gunshots continued, and the fleeing people became more and more crazy. Every second they stayed, there was more danger. Everyone abandoned their dance partners and rushed all the way to the door, pushing and shoving. Waiting to get out.The gate of Naihe is only about one meter wide, and there are a lot of people crowded there, like a group of desperate sardines waiting for death.

The world was caught in the middle of the fleeing crowd and couldn't move. The scene of the little turtle being shot and lying on the ground appeared in his mind, and he felt that he couldn't breathe suddenly.

"Little turtle! Little turtle! Little turtle! Where are you?! Where are you..." The world seemed to have exhausted all its strength in calling Gui Ye's name, but it was covered by heavy metal music, and responded His only cries and cries of despair.

No, no, definitely not the little turtle.Yes, maybe he already went out early, he didn't like this kind of place in the first place.It must not be the little turtle, he comforted himself like this, but suddenly wept bitterly.But everyone was running for their lives, and no one noticed a crying person.

Just thinking of the little turtle standing in the middle of the dance floor with a dazed face makes the world feel like a jerk.Why did he have to bring him to this kind of place, if something happened to the little tortoise... Thinking of this, he only felt a sharp cramping pain in his chest, as if someone was using a meat grinder to gouge out his heart.

Gui Ye lay on the ground, feeling as if his body was being run over by countless cars, and it hurt round after round.Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, he seemed to hear the sound of his own bones breaking, but at this moment he was in so much pain that he couldn't feel it, and a tear trickled down from the corner of his eye.In a blur, he seemed to hear someone calling Little Turtle. He really wanted to answer, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.He couldn't remember anything about what happened next.

Suddenly, several gunshots erupted from the other side of the stage, and another round of screams erupted from the crowd pushing and shoving at the door.Everyone was like a fish being beaten by electricity, frantically wanting to rush out.World was caught in the crowd, pushed and squeezed out of the gate of the club.He was still crazily calling Gui Ye's name, but was instantly drowned out by the cries and screams of the crowd.

There were five police cars parked outside the club, and about a dozen policemen pointed their guns at the door, ready to pull the trigger at any time.Until the pager suddenly rang and a police voice came, "the suspect is dead. all clear". (Suspect has been killed, all is safe).Only a few policemen put down their guns and began to disperse the crowd and pull the cordon.

In less than 3 minutes, hundreds of people in the club escaped completely, the music was turned off at some point, and the originally noisy street suddenly fell into dead silence, only the occasional text messages from the police's pagers.

"Sir, you can't get in there. it's dangerous." (Sir, you can't get in there. It's dangerous." (Sir, you can't get in there now, it's still very dangerous inside.) The world was in a state of dismay, trying to cross the cordon to find the home, but was stopped by two tall and mighty black policemen .

In a moment of impatience, he even jumped out in Chinese. "Let me in! Let me in! The little turtle is still inside!" The two policemen were unmoved, pointing their guns at him and saying that if they make trouble again, they will be treated as obstructing official duties.

At this time, a stretcher came out of the door. On it lay an African-American woman who looked about 20 years old. The bullet hole in her chest was about the size of an egg, and her body was bloody. The world could vaguely see that her heart was still there. Trembling, red flesh trembling.Thinking that the little tortoise was still inside, his legs went limp and he almost couldn't stand up. Fortunately, the two policemen still held him.

He stared straight at the African-American woman getting into the ambulance, and unexpectedly, another stretcher was brought out from the door. When World World saw the empty sleeve of the left hand on the stretcher, his eyes went dark, and he passed out immediately.

When the world woke up, he found himself in the hospital, and the little turtle was lying on the bed next to him.A plaster cast was put on his right leg, his shirt was taken off, and many bandages were wrapped around him. There were a few bruises on his face, which turned dark purple, and he looked extremely creepy.

He clenched his fists, got up, walked to the toilet and turned on the faucet, pulling his hair and crying bitterly.Not dead, not dead, the little turtle is still alive, he is still alive...he thought...he would never see him again.The face of the African-American woman kept replaying in his mind, what would he do if the little turtle was shot.He was a little lucky that someone else was shot.As long as the little turtle is still there, he is willing to do anything.

After he washed his face and went out, he found that the doctor was making rounds.The world has a general understanding of the little turtle's injuries. Three ribs are broken, his right leg is broken, and his face is contused in many places. Fortunately, there is no major problem with his right hand.The doctor said that after three to five months of training, he would probably be able to get better, but the world still had a black face, and he didn't see any joy.