After this intersection, we would reach the residential complex where I lived.
But the car suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked Old Du.
Old Du said, "A tire blew. Looks like you'll have to walk the rest of the way."
I smiled. "What about you?"
"I'll call a tow truck." Old Du got out to inspect the tire, while Purple Clad, Li Sen, and I headed toward the residential complex.
"Wait!" Old Du called after me.
I stopped and looked at him. "What is it?"
"Be careful."
I nodded. Judging from his expression, he had probably noticed that the blowout was unusual.
But the entrance to my residential complex was less than two hundred meters away. There shouldn't have been any problem.
Old Du hesitated, then followed us anyway. "I'll walk you back."
One of his hands had slipped into his jacket, and his gaze swept the area around us.
Then I saw a red dot on Li Sen's forehead, like the red light from the laser pointer teachers used in class.
I suddenly realized something and shoved Li Sen aside.
A whistling sound tore through the air as a bullet grazed past my ear and struck the ground behind me.
"There's a gunman!" I said.
Old Du said, "Get inside the supermarket, now."
We quickly ran into the supermarket. Old Du looked at me. "I didn't expect you to notice the gunman."
I gave a bitter smile. "I'd seen scenes like that on TV. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of a gunman."
As I spoke, I looked at Li Sen. They were clearly after him—they wanted him dead.
That struck me as strange. Li Sen had been hiding in a psychiatric hospital for the past three years. They definitely couldn't have known, or he might have been dead long