From the end of the world

Chapter 3 Picking up the Doomsday Girl 3
The dignified-looking policeman stood in front of me, his roar was as deafening as thunder:
"Zhuang Cheng, you have broken the law, do you know that?

"That girl is a murderer who has killed many people. Not only did you secretly hide guns and ammunition, you also protected and harboured her!
"You are an accomplice, her accomplice!"

I couldn't look him in the eye, so I quickly covered my ears and turned around, only to see my parents standing behind me. Their tone and eyes revealed their deep disappointment:
"We spent money to raise you and send you to college, not to train a criminal who will undermine social stability.

"Just give up and go to jail, and don't contact us after you get out.

"We don't have a son like you..."

My friend also appeared in front of me, but after meeting my gaze, he stepped back and spoke to me from a distance:

"Ah Cheng, I didn't expect you to actually break the law...

"Don't tell other people that you know me in the future. I don't have a friend like you, and I don't want to be implicated by you..."

The surroundings suddenly fell into pitch-black darkness, and then light appeared again.

Under the glaring lights, a judge looked down at me from above and announced in a solemn and ruthless voice:
"The defendant Zhuang Cheng protected a murderer and secretly hid guns and ammunition. He refused to repent. The circumstances are serious. He is sentenced to life imprisonment and will be executed immediately!"

"!!!"
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A sense of imbalance, a sharp impact, and pain.

I suddenly woke up.

The surroundings were not the bedroom I was most familiar with.

It took me two seconds to slowly come to my senses. It turned out that everything before was a nightmare. I fell to the ground because I turned over while sleeping on the sofa. This is my living room. The sun shines in from the French windows, and I can vaguely hear the sounds of city activities.

It's daytime now.

Why I sleep on the sofa in the living room...

By the way, last night I gave my bedroom bed to a mysterious beautiful girl I picked up from outside... This part wasn't a dream.

While sorting out the messy thoughts in my mind, I supported myself on the sofa and stood up. Then I noticed the metal object on the sofa.

It's a pistol.

Last night, I didn't go to sleep in the living room right away, but kept playing with the pistol. Although I don't always say "real guns and live bullets are the romance of men", I was deeply attracted by it before. While playing with the pistol, I imagined the scene of aiming at the imaginary enemy and shooting, aiming at the dining table, refrigerator, and TV at home one by one, and I never got tired of it.

I am not afraid of accidental discharge of the gun. I often see characters in action movies getting into danger because they forget to unlock the gun's safety device. Although I know little about guns themselves, I am impressed by the safety device. I took my laptop to the living room and combined with the relevant knowledge I found on the Internet, I found that the safety device of this pistol was unlocked in advance, so I locked it first.

However, a real gun is a real gun, a terrifying weapon that can easily take a person's life. Once the authorities find out that I am secretly holding a gun and harboring an extremely dangerous murderer, I am afraid that the scene in my nightmare will become a cruel reality, and my future will be completely ruined in an instant.

No, no... It's not certain yet that the girl is the murderer. I still know nothing about her.

How is she now? Has she woken up? Has she left secretly?
I picked up the gun and hid it behind my back, then moved nervously to the bedroom door.

The empty can was still placed on the door handle motionless like it was last night. I breathed a sigh of relief, took the empty can down, and then pushed the door open quietly like a character in a zombie game, peeking inside to observe.

Fortunately, the girl was still in the bedroom. She was lying on her back on the bed, like an empty can, without any change, only her slightly raised chest was still rising and falling regularly with her breathing.

After a night, the blood on her body was no longer fresh, but turned into a dried, dark, coagulated substance.

If you ignore the bloodstains on her cheeks and the dirty and torn blue and white striped hospital gown, this innocent sleeping face looks like a pure and lovely girl next door, and has nothing to do with cruel and serious words such as guns and ammunition, murderers, life imprisonment, etc.

After a night's sleep, my excited mood cooled down and I began to think about the consequences of my momentary impulse.

I will never regret the choice I made, it is not in my nature. The only thing that worries me now is whether this girl can meet my expectations. Will the secret she hides not be as incredible as I expected?
Suppose that after she woke up, I asked her about her background and she was willing to answer truthfully, but in the end she delivered an unattractive answer, which would be a shame for the huge risk I took.

At that time, in order to protect myself, I might have to get rid of this girl secretly.

Get rid of it secretly...I actually had such a killer thought.

Perhaps it would be useless to handle it in secret. Assuming that this girl is really a dangerous person wanted by official forces, I can't expect to escape pursuit with my mediocre anti-reconnaissance skills. The traces left last night may be enough for the official forces to accurately locate me.

However, I was probably expecting that kind of accident to happen. It would be boring to be let off so easily. It would be great if the official forces could find any clues about me and come to me.

Feeling anxious and worried, I took two steps forward and got closer to observe the girl's sleeping posture.

An accident happened.

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, and her arm hidden under the quilt jumped out at lightning speed and grabbed my collar.

At the same time, her body suddenly flipped up from the bed like a hunting beast, combining her wrist strength with her weight to destroy my already unstable balance.

I struggled reflexively, but to no avail. It was possible that she had used judo or some other technique to borrow my strength. For a moment, I didn't even know how to describe the process. I just felt my vision turned upside down and a strong impact hit my torso hard.

When I came to my senses, I realized that she had pushed me to the floor and the joints of my hands and feet were locked.

Although this was an unexpected sneak attack, I didn't expect that a girl of her age could suppress me to this extent. Was she pretending to be asleep before? So she is really not an ordinary person? I couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised.

After performing this wonderful wrestling move, she neither spoke nor took any further action, but just pressed her whole body against my back and panted hard beside my ear. "Are you awake?" I was the first to ask, waiting for her reaction.

After a long while, she finally spoke.

"Who are you?" Her voice was sweet and childish, but her tone contained a blatant threat. "Where is this place? Why am I here? If you don't want to suffer, answer me now."

"My name is Zhuang Cheng, and this is my home." This question was not beyond my expectations, so I answered it honestly and briefly, "I found you lying in a nearby abandoned construction site covered in blood last night, so I brought you back."

"...I don't understand." She continued to maintain a high-intensity alert posture, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean by bringing me back... Is there any connection between the context?"

"Didn't you tell me not to call the police?" I answered patiently, "I can't just leave you out there like that, right? What if a homeless person with ulterior motives finds you?"

"Really? But..."

She took a deep breath, then propped herself up on my back, freeing one hand and seeming to feel her whole body. Was she checking if I had violated her body while she was unconscious?
No, it was more likely that she was looking for the gun she was carrying.

She was probably still very weak, and suddenly, she lost her balance and almost fell down.

I immediately seized this great opportunity, quickly pulled out my left hand that was locked by her, and then quickly pulled out the pistol hidden at my waist. Without looking back, I put the muzzle of the gun against her torso.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Hearing this, her body suddenly stiffened.

Win a victory!
I am extremely satisfied with my 120% extraordinary performance. Can this scene be included in an action movie?

As expected, in stark contrast to my energetic self, she was in a very bad state. She was pressing on my back, but she didn't even notice the pistol I hid at my waist in time. From her initial countermeasures and temperament, I felt the charm of a warrior who was experienced and sharp, but a normal warrior would not make such a mistake, right? In other words, she was definitely not in her normal state now... Can I understand it this way?
Maybe she was only unharmed on the outside, but was actually injured somewhere else... Was it internal injury?
"It's your turn to answer my question now." In order to avoid her noticing my excitement, I spoke in a calm tone, "Who are you and where are you from?"

"Do you think this is a win?"

Obviously, my unexpected counterattack did not make her retreat, but instead intensified her fighting spirit.

This alone is not a victory for me. The incident happened suddenly and I did not have time to unlock the safety of the pistol. Moreover, even if I unlocked the safety, it would not be convenient to shoot people in the community. More importantly, I really couldn't bear to shoot her.

However, she probably didn't know that the safety of the pistol was now locked.

Isn't she afraid of live ammunition too?

"You don't want to make a big deal out of this, do you?" I didn't intend to lose in the verbal confrontation, "Get off me first."

"I refuse." She was furious and responded without thinking, "Now..."

dong dong dong.

Just then, there was a knock on the door from an unexpected guest.

We shut our mouths at the same time.

"Is anyone home?" A strange voice came from outside.

What kind of person is this, a courier? Do I have any express delivery recently?

"I'll go get them away first." I twisted my neck to talk to the girl.

"No." She refused immediately, "What if..."

"Or I can just yell or even open fire now."

After hearing this bluffing threat, she fell silent, as if she was weighing the pros and cons, or trying to figure out whether my threat was real.

Soon, she let me go and stepped back, standing on the bed like a vigilant wild animal.

I immediately stood up from the floor, grabbed a T-shirt from the closet, and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. My clothes were stained with blood from the close contact with the girl just now, and I quickly changed my shirt while moving towards the entrance, shouting "Here I come", while wrapping the gun with dirty clothes and hiding it behind the sofa.

When I reached the entrance, I opened the door and saw clearly who was standing outside.

When I saw this, my heart almost stopped.

Standing outside the door was a policeman with a mature face and solemn eyes.

"What's the matter?" I consciously controlled my facial muscles.

"Excuse me, I'm a police officer, and I'm looking for a serial killer who's on the run." He first showed me his ID, then took out a photo, "If you've seen this face nearby, please provide relevant clues."

I took the photo and looked down. It was a headshot. Just one glance at it made me feel like I was going to have a heart attack.

The "fugitive serial killer" in the photo was actually the girl I hid in the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)