as pure as a radish

There were footsteps a little farther outside the security room, I turned off the screen and left quickly.I happened to meet that group of security guards in the corridor. I buried my head deeply and brushed against their shoulders without saying a word to them.I am afraid that they will see my pale and gloomy face, and then the happy life will become unhappy from now on.

The fear that has haunted me for more than a decade has finally materialized today, and the person I dread has replaced the face of a child with the face of an adult.At the end of summer, I walked on the street, but it was as cold as if I was in extreme cold.

Wait, I gasped for breath while shaking.I remembered the last frame of the surveillance video, Y's right hand was placed in his pocket, and a horizontal strip protruded from the pocket, which looked like something.right!It's that pen!At least the length should be almost the same!So~ the gray overalls should have gotten the pen after Y came to me.

What is the connection between these two people?Did the gray overalls have any direct contact with Y?Does he know Y?Is there any conspiracy between them related to me?Why doesn't the gray overalls seem to recognize me? Where exactly is Y?You already know where I live, why didn't you just appear in front of me, and then stabbed my heart with a knife, avenging her deep hatred for me?What is she thinking?Keep showing up around me and scaring me to death?

My head was about to explode, and the sounds of people and cars on the street added fuel to the fire, pushing me to the brink of collapse.

There seemed to be familiar music playing vaguely, and it took me a long time to realize that it was my mobile phone ringing.I answered the phone, I didn't even have the strength to say "Hello", I just heard the other end say, "Miss Ji, you left your personal belongings in the room, it's a white card with your one-inch photo and position printed on it. The aunt who cleaned the room picked it up. Come pick it up sometime."

It was my work ID, and while it's useless now, it's full of my personal information, and it just feels weird to have it in someone else's hands or just tossed in the trash.

Shrinking my neck and rubbing my arms together, I stiffly walked towards the subway station.After walking two steps, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me behind me, and I turned my head suddenly, but there were only countless strangers who kept their heads on their way.This feeling of someone behind me lasted the whole way. I turned my head back or raised my head nervously countless times, causing people around me to look at me like a monster several times.

When I was approaching the high-rise residential building, I was physically and mentally exhausted due to high mental tension. I didn't want to go around a few hundred meters to enter through the main entrance of the community. I planned to take a shortcut and pass through the low building.I found this shortcut during the curtain squatting operation in the past few days. The wall separating the two floors did not completely block the road. There is a gap in the corner that one person can pass through. It may be that people dig it out for convenience. of.

I also considered whether I might bump into the gray overalls or that fierce man, so I ran all the way to minimize the time I was around the low buildings.

Once again, the feeling of someone behind him came back.I convinced myself not to be so neurotic, not to increase the time I stayed here, so I bit the bullet and moved on.

"Still running?! Let me see where you are going this time!"

I realized that it was not my auditory hallucination but when someone was really talking to me, I was already surrounded by several men.When I turned around, I was immediately pushed.I staggered and fell on top of one of the men.The man let out a greasy laugh, and before he could reach out and "pull" me, I stood up by myself.

The person who pushed me was that fierce man, and the retribution came too soon.

"How is it? Ah? Do you want to remove my arm today?" The fierce man pointed at his swollen arm.

With the fierce man, five men surrounded me.I couldn't beat them, and I couldn't run away from them. I secretly swallowed the air that was stuck in my throat. Before I thought of a way to deal with it, I decided not to respond.

"Stop talking?" The fierce man was very proud.

I avoided his typical hooligan face and stared at the gap, wanting to ask for help.As long as someone comes in and out of there, I must try to find a way to help.

But I also thought in my heart that if I really can't escape this catastrophe, what will happen to me by these people?Violence, robbery, or a combination of the two?Provoking them to beat themselves up may save them from being... The first solution came to my mind.

However, before I could carry it out, I was suddenly dragged by the arms of two men towards the entrance of the low building.Instead of taking me upstairs, they took another exit and "sent" me into a KTV with faded signs on the street.

A few young women were sitting on the old sofa in the lobby of the KTV in short dresses and skirts. Whether this was a "regular" KTV, obviously already had an answer. The people in the KTV didn't raise their heads when they saw our group coming in. It seemed that they knew each other.Now that they have come to their territory, it is a daydream to ask for help now.

I touched the bag subconsciously, trying to use my mobile phone to call the police secretly.This operation killed me immediately. The fierce man saw through my thoughts, grabbed my bag, took out my mobile phone and threw it to another man who was far away from me.

"Give me a knife?" The fierce man looked at me provocatively, "Let's compare, who will remove whose arm first."

I still didn't speak, thinking to myself, in a real one-on-one, you may not necessarily be the one who wins.

Suddenly, my hair was pulled back violently, and my scalp hurt.A voice sounded from behind me, "If I don't show you some color, are you still pulling it up?"

Someone came over again, grabbed my skirt and wanted to lift it up, but I held it down firmly, and he said like a chicken, "Leave two photos for fun."

The anger rushed to the top of my head, I slapped his hand open, and then pulled my hair back from the man behind, regardless of how much hair would be ripped off.Freed, I kicked at the person closest to me.Then I kept throwing punches, some hit, some didn't.Of course, I was also beaten by them many times.

In the end, I lost.I was dumped on the old sofa by them.I lay on my stomach facing the sofa, with my hands behind my back, and someone pressed my hands with their knees. My lower back was extremely hard, and I was probably on the verge of breaking my muscles and bones.

"Who takes the photo?" came a short voice above me.

No one responded specifically, but when I turned my head with difficulty to look, there were already three or four mobile phone cameras facing me.

The person pressing me approached my back, and he lifted the back of my collar, and then there was the sound of a zipper being pulled open.I seldom cry, but this time I burst into tears.This is not showing weakness, I am extremely angry, and the eyeballs behind my tears must be red with anger.

A glass ashtray on the coffee table attracted all my attention, and I looked at the sharp structure in the crystal clear...

With a sound of "ah", the door of KTV was opened.

"Look, who is this." The fierce man said.

"……she?"

The fierce man: "I caught her! This woman is quite strong, and it took us a long time to hold her there."

Their conversation stopped for a few seconds, and then, my back suddenly relaxed.I took my eyes off the ashtray and turned to the side. A tall and thin man stood there, looking at me coldly. I frowned and changed his clothes in my mind before I recognized him. It's gray overalls.In the past few days, I have paid so much attention to the logo of gray overalls that I almost forgot what he looks like.