Angle of view

  When I heard Tan Jiao's words, my first reaction was that it wouldn't work. The deeper she got involved in the case, the more dangerous it would be for her. But deep down, I also had a faint idea that maybe this could work.

  After a moment's thought, I said, "No way."

  She was originally full of enthusiasm and her eyes were shining brightly. When she heard what I said, she suddenly became disheartened: "Why?"

  "I said: 'Old Ding is very astute, and may not necessarily believe your words. This might even get you into trouble. If... they find out, they won't let you off. I can't let you be in danger.'"

  But as soon as she finished speaking, she rolled her eyes and said, "Here we go again? You're afraid of implicating me, but you actually want to be with me, right? I told you before, can't you just put aside your heavy mental burden and not be so self-sacrificing? You know that my coming out is the best solution. Besides, how could I possibly be in danger when I'm always with you? And anyway, 15 days later, I'll just go back in time and leave this point behind."

  I fell silent for a moment and said: "Are you sure that 15 days later, we will go back? Instead of arriving at the end of time?"

  Tan Jiao was taken aback, holding my hand and saying: "You know we'll be back because you said that everything must have an end and a final point. In that cave."

  This remark left me speechless.

  She said in a soft voice, "I promise you, as your little sun god, I solemnly promise you. Once there is danger and trouble, I will immediately withdraw. I'm not that stupid. And as long as your old Ding can hit them with one blow and catch them, how could my message be leaked, where would the danger be in the future?"

  I nodded slightly.

  I just feel like we both still left something behind this time we came back.

  We can't delay, we should go to the police station immediately. But Tan Jiao said that we need to make some necessary preparations first. She took a big onion from my mom's kitchen, tore off a few pieces and fumigated her eyes with it, soon she was tearing up and her eyes were red. Then she stood in front of the mirror, messed up her hair, washed off the face cream, and even wiped some dust from the windowsill to smear on her face, making herself look disheveled. Seeing me staring at her, she immediately turned around and shouted: "Don't look!"

  I feel a bit helpless. What was originally a very serious and cold case has now been turned into a game by her. However, I have already made up my mind that if the police don't believe her, I will have a good talk with Old Ding myself. Being frank about everything is just to make them believe in the existence of the serial killer and take all the blame on myself. And why would we know? I'll say I hope he protects the whistleblower's interests and tell him after catching the murderer.

  As long as we can catch them, nothing else matters.

  Because I had this idea in mind, so I let Tan Jiao mess around. She just said: "I'll go down and buy something." When she came back, her knees and elbows had several blood mouths, and then she smiled at me with a crooked mouth: "There's not a single wound on my body, that would be too fake." Obviously, she deliberately fell downstairs.

  I grasped her wrist and said, "Who let you hurt yourself?"

  "Easy does it, don't touch my wound. Don't worry, there won't be a next time, I'm not a masochist. Do you know how much courage I mustered up to throw myself like that? If you were on the side, I wouldn't even dare make a move. Alas, who knows if it's convincing enough, can we fool those old detectives?"

  As she raised her head, her gaze was bright and firm, revealing a composure that didn't match her sloppy appearance: "Let's go, Ah Yu, this time we'll take the initiative and send those two beasts to jail!"