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Le Jing didn't know who the killer was.

There was a high possibility that there was more than one killer.

Everyone in the auditorium was a suspect.

He was very close to the killer now. The killer only needed to walk a few more steps to reach his current position and shoot him again.

The most urgent task now was to make the auditorium more chaotic, so that he could fish in troubled waters and slip out under the killer's nose.

These considerations appeared in Le Jing's mind in a flash within a few seconds when he ran to hide behind the first row of chairs. He was about to shout to make the scene more chaotic when he heard a strange voice from behind him: "Someone shot and killed people! Everyone run! Run!"

Then it seemed that He Jingwen was shouting: "The teacher is in front! Everyone protect the teacher!"

These two earth-shattering voices shook the sky above the auditorium like thunder, and the students who were already a little confused because of the gunshot just now were completely blown away!

With screams coming one after another, the surging crowd pushed and ran towards the gate.

Le Jing gritted his teeth, now he could only take a gamble. It is better to hide in the forest than to hide. There is nothing special about his clothes, and there are many students wearing Zhongshan suits of similar colors as him.

If he squeezes into the crowd now, it will make it difficult for the killers to find their target for a while.

He stood up and joined the crowd to get out.

At this time, several people pushed through the crowd and moved forward with difficulty, shouting as they walked: "Sir! Sir, are you here? What happened to the gunshot just now? Are you okay?"

It was the voices of He Jingwen and several members of the literature club.

But at such a critical moment, Le Jing didn't dare to believe anyone now.

He lowered his head and struggled to move through the crowded crowd like a fish.

"Sir! Are you okay?!"

Fu Kemao's voice came from behind him, but Le Jing turned a deaf ear to it, as if he didn't hear it, and crawled towards the door with the surging crowd.

Someone suddenly put his hand on his shoulder from behind, and Le Jing reflexively twisted his fingers and elbowed him backwards.

"Tear! It hurts!" A familiar voice came: "Sir, it's me, I, Fu Kemao!"

This voice is very familiar, but it doesn't mean that Le Jing will let go of his hand. Le Jing looked at Fu Kemao with his peripheral vision and saw that his face was full of anxiety and worry, without a trace of murderous intent.

Either he is a master of acting, or this matter has nothing to do with him.

Le Jing thinks he can judge people. After a few short times of getting along, he has understood Fu Kemao's naive inner self, so he let go of his hand.

"Stay away from me." His voice was almost inaudible in the noisy auditorium: "Someone wants to kill me."

Fu Kemao's voice, which was always noisy, was surprisingly calm and reliable at this time: "I saw it, don't worry." He pressed tightly against Le Jing's back, panting slightly and said: "I'll cover you out. My last name is Fu, they don't dare to shoot me!"

If you accidentally misfire, the muzzle and bullet will not care about your last name!

But now is not the time to be hypocritical. So Le Jing nodded to him and said seriously: "I owe you a favor."

Under Fu Kemao's protection, Le Jing finally squeezed out of the auditorium door.

Outside the door were students running around mindlessly and in a panic. They screamed and asked back and forth: "What's wrong? Who shot?"

"Is anyone dead?"

"Did someone really shoot?"

Le Jing knew that he was not out of danger at this time. He glanced around and wanted to find a remote place to hide first.

"Call the police! Someone has sent a killer to assassinate the night watchman!" Fu Kemao protected him behind him like an old hen protecting her cubs, and shouted loudly: "The gentleman was hit by a bullet and injured! I beg all the heroes to escort the gentleman to the hospital for treatment!"

As soon as these words came out, the originally chattering crowd became quiet, and countless eyes looked at Fu Kemao and Le Jing behind him.

Le Jing was stunned for a few seconds by Fu Kemao's unexpected speech. He said angrily: "What if the killer has an accomplice ambushing here!" He grabbed Fu Kemao's elbow and hurriedly said: "Quick, let's find a place to hide first!"

Le Jing didn't know that the blood flowing from the abrasion on his right rib had leaked out from the incision of the Zhongshan suit cut by the bullet. The blood smudged a large black mass on the clothes, which made him look extremely embarrassed in the eyes of others.

At this time, his brain was working fast, thinking of various countermeasures. The pain had been subconsciously blocked by his brain. Every cell in his body was mobilized by him to be alert to unknown dangers. He didn't realize that he was injured.

Fu Kemao turned his head and his mind was so fast. He shouted to the crowd who were ready to move: "Students who are willing to help the teacher, please turn your backs to each other and hold hands to form a circle, surround the teacher in the middle. There are so many of us, the killer dare not attack us!"

As soon as Fu Kemao said this, many young people responded positively.

Just like a passage in the poem: Just like the students are young, the wind and flower are in the prime; the students are full of vigor and vigor. Pointing out the mountains and rivers, stirring up words, and despising the marquis of the past.

Young people in their teens and early twenties are originally passionate and easily agitated. The passion of young people is also the purest, most sincere, and the most difficult to extinguish.

As long as there is a spark, these young people who still naively believe in fairness and justice, and believe that good cannot prevail over evil, will be easily ignited, and contribute the light and heat in their hearts to this indifferent world, and will not regret it even if they are burned to death.

Just like the torch they raised during the May Fourth Movement, and just like this moment when evil forces begin to trample on social justice and law.

"It's so audacious to assassinate in public! Do they still take the law seriously?!"

"Someone is assassinating in Peking University! The campus is supposed to be a place for learning, but now they use it as an assassination site. From now on, can our Peking University students study with peace of mind? Are there any experts and scholars who dare to come to our Peking University to give lectures? Will anyone dare to speak in the future?"

"Gentlemen, the reputation of our Peking University for decades depends on this day! If we don't want to bring shame to our Peking University, we must stand up to protect the night watchman!"

"This matter is no longer just about your Peking University's reputation. This is a naked trampling of the law and morality by some evil forces! We protect the night watchman to uphold justice and law!"

"How can such a righteous act be without our Tsinghua students? If they want to kill the night watchman, they must first step over our corpses!"

"And our Yenching University students! We also want to protect you!"

Le Jing looked at the heroic faces of these young people with complicated eyes, and his heart was filled with extremely complicated feelings.

This is the young people of his China.

This is the generation born a hundred years ago.

As long as there are young people like this, no matter how many disasters it encounters, no matter how many times it falls off the cliff, this country will turn danger into safety and climb back to the top.

These young people are the backbone of China's future.

Then an extremely rare scene appeared on the Peking University campus. Such a special scene is imprinted in the hearts of countless people. After several years, they will still be excited when they think of it, and it will become a brilliant fragment in their memory.

More than a dozen young people held hands and formed a dense human wall with their backs facing each other, using their young bodies as shields to surround the injured Le Jing in the middle.

Fu Kemao frowned and stared at Le Jing's wound that was constantly bleeding, and shouted: "Are there any medical students here? The gentleman seems to have been shot and needs to be bandaged!"

Le Jing realized that he was injured, and a lot of blood was flowing from the abrasion on his right rib. The pain that he had ignored for a long time suddenly appeared, and the wound was burning with pain.

"Medical students? Are there any medical students?" The 'human shields' shouted in all directions, and soon several voices rang out almost at the same time: "I am studying medicine!"

"I am from the medical school!"

After a simple body search, a crack appeared in the human wall and several young medical students were allowed in.

At that time, Peking University did not have a medical school, so these medical students wore the uniforms of the National Peking Medical University and should be students who came to listen to the lecture this time.

He said to the medical students who checked his wounds with pain: "I was not shot, these are just scratches."

The medical students breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and someone said: "Scratches are simple. We didn't bring professional medical kits this time, so we can only bandage your wounds simply. For more detailed treatment, you still need to go to a special hospital."

During the bandaging process, students gathered around one after another. After hearing the whole story from the 'human shields', these students all spontaneously surrounded Le Jing in a human wall, layer by layer.

They held hands and shouted loud slogans.

"Protect the night watchman!"

"Justice will prevail!"

"Sacrifice your life for justice today! Students, get up!"

Amid the loud slogans, more and more students understood what happened from them, so the team of only seven or eight people at the beginning became larger and larger, from a small circle with a diameter of only three or four meters at the beginning, gradually becoming a concentric circle with a diameter of seven or eight meters, or even more than ten meters.

Le Jing was surrounded in the center like a star, and Fu Fanlin carefully supported him. For a moment, he suddenly found the feeling of the old Buddha in the TV series when he was surrounded by people and cheered by the sea.

Such a movement naturally could not be hidden from the professors in the school.

Soon, some professors came. After hearing the whole process of the incident from the students, these proud sons of heaven who returned from studying abroad, or calm and solemn middle-aged people, or white-haired old scholars silently formed a circle and protected the students in the innermost part with their bodies.

Finally, an old man with a shaky step came over tremblingly.

He stood firmly at the front of the human wall, his gray hair trembling slightly in the breeze. He took a deep breath, stretched out his arms, and roared at the invisible enemies in all directions: "I am Yang Jusi, the president of Peking University! If you want to kill, please start with Yang!"

The next moment, there was a chorus of shouts: "We Peking University teachers and students will live and die with the president!"

With the firm belief of all teachers and students, the police finally arrived.

Le Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what the killer's identity and background were, they would not be so rampant as to take action directly in front of the police, the violent organs of the country.

He was finally safe.