Jasper Ming jumped up from the bed.
He barely paused in the process of turning over, and ran out as soon as his feet touched the ground. Suddenly he remembered that something was wrong with his down jacket, so he hurriedly took off his coat and sweater, turned back and grabbed a black T-shirt and walked out.
He found the car keys in the drink rack at the entrance, put a T-shirt on his head and started rushing.
It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the only sound of his running footsteps was in the corridor. He pressed the elevator button, waited for a few seconds and felt it was too slow, then turned around and rushed down the fire escape.
In order to go faster, he directly grabbed the guardrail handrail and jumped to the next level of stairs. The tearing pain came from his cut wrist.
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