Evening, nine o'clock.
The night deepened, and the rain poured down relentlessly.
Under the eaves of an abandoned building by the roadside, two people were sitting.
Mo Shangjun held a box of cigarettes bought from a convenience store. The box was still unopened, and she toyed with it in her hand. In her other hand was a lighter, its flame occasionally leaping out but extinguished just as quickly with her movements.
Liang Zhiqiong sat beside her in silence, rainwater splattered across her pale face. The droplets that bounced up from the ground were somewhat dirty, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. She hugged her knees and nervously watched the speechless Mo Shangjun beside her.
Liang Zhiqiong's thoughts were tangled and uneasy.
The conflict had ended by 8:10 p.m.
Zheng Cun, who jumped off the building together with the bomb-strapped kidnapper, died on the spot.
Shen Qing was taken away by an ambulance to the hospital.
