"Ah!" Someone finally screamed and turned to run.
The others either went weak in the knees or kept backing away.
The man holding the microphone was terrified, but he was the first to calm down.
Swallowing nervously, he cautiously entered the room.
"Brother Wu!" the cameraman called.
The man didn't look back. He approached one step at a time.
Li Moqian didn't move again.
The man stopped beside Li Moqian.
I couldn't see, but I could feel him wave his hand around Li Moqian's head, then touch her neck. His hand shot back like lightning, then reached out again and felt around.
I heard him swallow.
He stammered, "There's... there's no wire... Just now... Ah!"
He seemed to suddenly realize something. He scrambled to his feet and bolted for the door.
The others didn't dare stay either. After a brief commotion, the doorway was empty.
A din rose outside. The sound of hurried footsteps came again, climbing to the second floor.
The commotion downstairs continued, and the people who rushed up appeared in Li Moqian's field of vision.
I saw police uniforms.
Their words grew faint and distant.
When one of the officers noticed Li Moqian's hands behind her back and picked up the DV in her hands, my consciousness suddenly snapped back.
"Brother Qi!" the Skinny Man cried out in delight. His hand was gripping mine so tightly that it was starting to hurt and go numb.
"Good, you're awake." The Fatty let out a breath.
I looked around and realized I was still in the car. Gu Mo was still here too.
Gu Mo grunted twice. The screen of the notebook in his hands was frozen on an image.
It was the black screen that appeared after the online livestream ended. Comments were still scrolling across it, and