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I mechanically set down my phone, the cold sensation of Duan Peng's death still lingering on my fingertips. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down as my mind raced.
Duan Peng is dead. Was it Li Feng? It must be!
Panic surged through me as I frantically searched through my phone's call logs—WeChat messages, texts, call history—leaving no stone unturned for any clues.
Once I confirmed there was no trace of Duan Peng, Li Feng, Lu Zhi, or any evidence related to that incident, I let out a slight sigh of relief.
A series of knocks interrupted my thoughts, and I jolted up, a flicker of panic crossing my eyes.
Peering through the peephole, I saw a delivery person in uniform standing outside with a package in hand.
"Hello, your package. Please sign here," the courier said politely.
I took the package, my heart racing as an ominous feeling washed over me.
Closing the door behind me, I quickly tore open the package to find a blank card inside. I inspected it thoroughly but found nothing unusual. Yet my intuition told me things were not that simple.
Without time to think further, I grabbed the backpack I had prepared earlier, filled with some clothes and cash.
I swiftly changed into another outfit, removed the SIM card from my phone, snapped it in half, and tossed it into the roadside drainage ditch. Only after doing all this did I feel a bit more at ease.
I hurried to the roadside and flagged down a taxi, giving the driver the address of the train station.
Throughout the ride, I clutched the straps of my backpack tightly, staring blankly out at the scenery rushing by outside, anxiety gnawing at me from within.
Upon arriving at the train station, I immediately purchased a ticket to a neighboring city. The waiting room was bustling with people and noise, yet I felt completely out of place, as if stranded on an island.
I found a corner to sit in, keeping my head down and hugging my backpack tightly as I struggled to suppress my fear and anxiety.
As the train slowly departed, the carriage gradually quieted down. I gazed out at the ever-changing landscape, lost in thought.
I replayed every interaction with Li Feng and Lu Zhi in my mind, trying to determine if they had begun to suspect me. Li Feng's meaningful glance that day and Lu Zhi's evasive answers both left me feeling uneasy.
"Boxed meals, bottled water, sunflower seeds and peanuts..." A Vendor pushed a cart down the aisle, calling out his wares and breaking my reverie. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't need anything. At that moment, I couldn't eat anything; it felt like there was a stone lodged in my throat, suffocating me.
After reaching the neighboring city, night had fallen. Stepping out of the train station, I took a deep breath of unfamiliar air and felt slightly relieved.
I hailed another taxi and gave the name of a secluded Inn. I needed a safe place to carefully consider my next steps.
The room at the Inn was small and shabby, but it was enough for me.
I checked in under a false name and then closed the door behind me, tossing my backpack onto the bed.
I walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and gazed at the dimly lit street outside, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me.
Approaching the bedside, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out a new SIM card, inserting it into my phone.
When I powered it on, the screen displayed the time: eight-thirty in the evening.
I dialed a number. The phone rang twice before being answered.
“Hello?” A deep male voice came through the line.
I lowered my voice, urgency creeping into my tone. “It’s me, Zhang Yue.”
There was a brief silence on the other end as he seemed to confirm my identity. “I know,” the man replied. “I saw the news.”
I bit my lip, gripping the phone tightly. “Duan Peng is dead.”
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