Beep beep beep...
In the northwest border, a small train station, at the security check entrance.
A metal detector emitted a series of rapid alarm sounds. The security staff immediately fixed their eyes on the man in front of them.
He had a handsome face, about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned body. His wheat-colored skin, flowing tousled hair, attractive facial features defined by sharp angles; his deep black eyes shimmering enchantingly; thick eyebrows, a high nose, and lips of moderate thickness, all combining to flaunt the demeanor of a handsome man.
However, his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude, filled with a tranquil indifference to the world.
The man was carrying a black canvas bag, and just as he was about to walk in, he was stopped by a staff member: "Sir, please cooperate with our security check."
The man frowned, seemingly uncomfortable.
"An unidentified object was detected on your person, please submit to an inspection," said two security workers in police uniforms seriously.
Subsequently, the man was taken aside to check his luggage. When his canvas bag was opened, there was almost nothing inside except for two sets of clothes for changing.
"Strange?" A female officer expressed her confusion: "The alarm definitely went off just now."
"Could it be a false alarm?" The male officer was also quite astonished.
At this moment, the female officer tentatively scanned the man with a scanner.
Beep beep beep...
The harsh alarm sounded again.
"Raise your hands!" The female officer panicked, asserting firmly: "He has a weapon on him."
Rustle...
Nearby, five or six policemen quickly drew their pistols, aiming at the young man in his early twenties. The group became agitated.
The man slowly raised his hands, without speaking or resisting.
The male officer watched him warily, stepped forward, and lifted his shirt for a thorough search, but, perplexingly, found nothing suspicious. He muttered, "Damn, how could this be?"
At this time, a middle-aged police officer came over and said, "Take him for an X-ray scan."
Inside the scanning room.
Everyone was stunned as they looked at the screen; the X-ray results displayed on the monitor. Embedded deep in his bones were seven bullet heads, in the chest and back. And astonishingly, just one centimeter from his heart, there was another bullet. These images were shocking and bewildering. It was as if this man was dragged back from death itself, or rather, he had returned from the gates of hell.
"My God, how... how could this be?!" The female officer exclaimed in shock, her eyes wide with astonishment.
"This man is no ordinary person." The middle-aged police officer squinted, resting one hand on his cheek, and said: "Go, carefully check this man's identity information, see who he really is. We absolutely cannot let such a person board the train."
The middle-aged male officer had an ominous premonition, and this foreboding constantly evoked a dangerous notion in him. It seemed the man before him was not merely a person, but a dangerous demon.
"Captain Chen, the higher-ups have called." At this moment, an officer inside the communication room shouted urgently.
The middle-aged man was startled, quickly walked out, and instructed as he left: "Keep a close watch on him."
"Yes!" Everyone nodded.
However, when he returned, his eyes revealed an incredulous look. At that time, the officers said: "Captain Chen, how about we take this guy to the station for interrogation?"
"Right, there must be a lot of stories behind this person. If we bring him in, we'll have achieved a great deed."
"Release him!"
The middle-aged male officer firmly responded.
"What?!" Everyone looked at Captain Chen in surprise.
Finally, the group watched as the young man, carrying the black canvas bag, confidently walked into the train station and eventually boarded a train heading toward the southeast.
"Captain Chen, who on earth... who on earth is this man?" The people curiously asked.
"Him?" The middle-aged male officer showed a hint of perplexity and said: "No, I don't know either. Perhaps he is a god."
...
Golden October.
In Jiangbei City, Changlin Community. This is a very old community, which was once declared a 'state-owned benchmark' during the 1980s and 1990s, when the factory was performing well. After the economic reforms, it gradually declined and eventually did not escape the nightmare of a state-owned enterprise bankruptcy. Subsequently, the land of the factory was sold, and various large pieces of equipment were also disposed of at scrap prices.
On those sold plots around the community, a large number of commercial houses have now been built, making Changlin Community seem sunken like a hollow surrounded by giants. Among the low-lying buildings are several multi-storey buildings that were once the envy of many.
An old Santana stopped at the entrance of Changlin Community, kicking up clouds of dust, causing the pedestrians on the road to cover their noses.
Creak...
The rear door of the car made a sharp metallic friction sound, and a man in a black camouflage T-shirt stepped out. After more than thirty hours of long-distance travel, Lin Chuan had finally returned from the northwest to the great Jiangnan. During the journey, he had a lot of thoughts...
Lin Chuan had a canvas bag over his shoulder and wore a pair of black leather boots, though these boots had been worn beyond recognition.
Just after he got off the car, the Santana immediately turned around and left. As the driver left, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and after driving a long distance, he hurriedly made a police call: "Officer, I just dropped off a passenger, full of murderous aura, I suspect he's either a wanted criminal or an escapee. Please be cautious, yes, he got off at the entrance of Changlin Community..."