Praise From The Right Quarters Chapter 32

"Let's go up quickly and call the police." Dirty Cotton Ball seemed to be talking to himself, and then he walked up the stairs connected to the wall. I kept a little distance from him and followed him. When we were about to reach the door on the first floor, Dirty Cotton Ball stopped. "I'll take a picture of this room, maybe it can be used as evidence." He took out his mobile phone and was about to take a picture. At this angle, he could overlook the entire basement.

Just then, the door opened.

I was startled and turned around quickly. I found Gao Shan standing in front of the door, holding something like a cane in his hand. It was a shotgun. He quickly raised the gun and fired without hesitation. The sound of gunfire echoed around the corridor.

The dirty cotton ball fell down, and of course I was knocked down by him, and the two of us rolled down the stairs. Blood flowed out of the dirty cotton ball's body, and the blood-red color seemed to moisten my vision. It was as if many wedges were driven into my body, and severe pain roamed all over my body.

I fell back to the basement, holding my head, groaning, waiting for the pain to go away. My fingers were stained with blood, and the wounds from the hammer had never been treated, so the pain certainly would not go away. I was a little scared, would this feeling last forever? Maybe my nerves had given up the struggle and became paralyzed. Gradually, I felt the pain ease.