Chapter 3
Chapter 3
The gold shop robbery went very smoothly.
The two robbers worked in an orderly division of labor: one swung a sledgehammer fiercely at the glass, while the other was entangled with me over a knife, pulling and tugging endlessly.
“The knife is mine, let go!”
“Brother, just move your hand and slash my neck, and all will be well. It won’t take much of your time.”
“Get lost! I still know the difference between robbery and murder. Don’t you dare trick me into pedaling the sewing machine even longer!”
Nearby, countless pedestrians had gathered in a circle, chattering and pointing animatedly.
“What a primitive robbery method.”
“That anti-theft glass isn’t easy to smash. Look how exhausted the robber is-after all this time, he hasn’t broken a single pane.”
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Inside the gold shop, besides me, there was a young lady who hadn’t escaped in time.
Dressed in expensive luxury brands, clearly from a privileged background, she was crouched to the side, trembling as she watched me wrestle the knife with the robber in terror.
Her eyes held fear but also admiration, with glistening tears welling up.
As the police sirens grew closer, the robber who still hadn’t broken the glass after all that time became enraged from humiliation. He pulled a switchblade from his pocket, cast a vicious glance around, grabbed the crouching young lady, and roared menacingly:
“Even if I’m going to prison, I’ll take someone down with me today!”
The sharp switchblade made the lady turn even paler, a stark contrast to my own excitement and fervor.
The plot I had been waiting for had finally arrived, albeit late.
If I die quickly enough, I’ll even save on tonight’s dinner.
Farewell, original owner.
If I can catch up with the original owner on the road to the afterlife, perhaps the two of us can catch up on old times.
The switchblade was raised high. Amidst everyone’s shrieks, I swiftly rushed in front of the young lady, shielding her behind me with a resolve to face death.
Screams rose one after another.
I felt the cold blade plunge into my abdomen, and warm, sticky blood slowly flowed out.
The blood loss brought waves of dizziness, just like the moment I was hit by a car and died in my original world.
A familiar sense of reassurance washed over me, inexplicably comforting.
The world instantly lost all color, and the scenery before me shattered into countless sharp fragments.
I closed my eyes, revealing a relieved smile, and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh:
“Finally, I’m going to die…”
My body slowly went limp, and as the lady screamed hoarsely with tear-streaked face, I closed my eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
In the last second before complete unconsciousness,
I seemed to see a young man anxiously pushing through the crowd, his panicked face full of terror.
Holding my limp, powerless body, he roared like a madman:
“What are you all standing around for? Call 120, quickly!”