Bandits at night

I have been studying at school until nearly eleven o'clock in the evening. After eleven o'clock, I looked at the empty classroom, put on my bag, closed the lights, doors and windows, and left the teaching building.

I rented a flat outside the school, because I didn't get used to the noisy atmosphere of the dormitory I stayed in before, and I didn't like each other with one of them, so I directly asked my father to move out.

On this day, as usual, I braved the darkness and walked to my off-campus residence.

When I passed that dark alley, I didn't feel any different from usual.I have walked this alley no less than a hundred and eighty times, and even if I was not used to it at first, I got used to it later.

It's just that something happened today.

Just as I was about to leave the alley, my hand was suddenly grabbed by a force.

At the same time, I felt a cold touch on my neck.

"do not move."

Behind me came a man's low and gloomy voice, mixed with a trace of forbearance.

I tried to calmly say to the people behind me: "The money is in my left pocket."

"Are you smart?" The man snorted coldly, "But I don't want your money."

"I don't have a cell phone." I said again.In order to prepare for the college entrance examination, the mobile phone was handed over to the class teacher for safekeeping at the teacher's request.

"Stop talking nonsense," the man pushed me, changed the position of the knife and put it on my back, his voice was suppressed, and for some reason, it sounded familiar: "I don't want your mobile phone either. , are you going home now? Just walk back like this, and I will follow you..."

There was a sudden sound of footsteps not far away, the man's voice just paused, he seemed to be very vigilant, and he grabbed my hand tightly.

It's so late, is there anyone around?

Although I wanted to call someone over, the dagger behind me still made me dare not act rashly.

The sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, the man seemed relieved, and pushed me again: "Go, don't dawdle."

No matter how dull I am now, I can still hear that the other party is injured, and the injury is not serious. I am a little worried that the hand holding the dagger will be unsteady and hit my back like this because of the pain.

The other party obviously didn't have such concerns, and followed me non-stop, and the coolness of the dagger poked my back every now and then, making me almost break out in a cold sweat.

While leading the other party to the direction where I lived, I recalled where I heard this voice.

There are usually not many people on this street, and now the shops are closed. There are only a few drunks passing by occasionally on the street, and I don't expect them to notice this place in the dark.

The man just followed me until I reached the door of the apartment.

"Which floor do you live on? Is there an elevator?" I heard his voice coming from behind me.

"There is no elevator on the second floor." I replied.

"Take me up," he said.

The knife in the back is more tightly attached to my back, making me feel its existence all the time. Now I have no other choice but to take the man up.

After taking the key to open the door and turning on the light, a man's voice came at the right time: "Go in, remember, don't play tricks."

After I put on my shoes and entered the door, the cold pressure on my back finally disappeared. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced back, only to see that the dagger was still in his hand, but it had left my back.

"What are you doing here? Come in for me." He said coldly.

I entered the room, was finally able to turn around, and got a good look at the man's face, and then I froze.

It was a very handsome face with sharp edges and corners. The man had a pair of black bottomless eyes, and a thin lip tightly pressed together, which made it hard to get close at first sight.

I shifted my gaze to the opponent's waist and abdomen. There was a large amount of blood there. It was obvious that the place was injured, and most of it was caused by the person who made those footsteps before. Dodge those who are chasing him outside.

"Go ahead and dig out your eyes." The man obviously couldn't bear the pain anymore, and there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, but he still didn't forget to threaten me with a knife.

I put down my backpack and threw it on the sofa, looked at the man with a vigilant face, and asked, "I have a medicine kit here, do you want to treat the wound?"

The man looked at me suspiciously, but said nothing, obviously he didn't think I would be so kind.

Seeing that the other party didn't believe me, I explained: "You came to my house just to hide from those people outside, and heal your wounds before you find a chance to leave. I'm going to take the college entrance examination, and I don't want to cause trouble."

Although he still held the dagger in his hand and frowned, he didn't refute it, which shows that he already believed me a little.

"Besides, you have a knife and you are a gangster. How can I, a high school student, have the ability to deal with you?" I continued.

"Bring me the medicine box. If you dare to make any unnecessary moves, you will be at your own risk." He looked at me coldly.

I wasn't very intimidated by the other party. In fact, what I just said was not all true.

In my eyes, the opponent is just a paper tiger now, the hand holding the dagger is trembling slightly because of the pain, although he is trying his best to control it, but I still noticed it sharply.

I turned around and went back to the room under the gaze of the other party, dragged out a first-aid kit from under the bed, then returned to the other party, and placed the box on the coffee table.

"Gauze, bandages, and disinfectant are all inside." I said.

The man sat on the sofa, still holding the dagger in one hand, and opened the box with the other.

Inside were the things I just mentioned. He looked up at me, and after confirming that it was not fraudulent, he reached out and took out the things.

"I won't deal with you while you are bandaging..." I saw that the other party had no intention of putting down the knife, so I said.

The other party is holding a dagger, how to bandage himself?

The man looked at me blankly for a moment, then said, "Come here."

I looked at the hand that was still holding the dagger, and realized what the other party was going to do.

"You bandage me." He continued to point the knife at me and said.

I don't really mind bandaging him with my own hands, but I still kind of mind being pointed at his neck with a knife.

"Can you move the dagger away a little? Otherwise I won't be able to let go." I stated the facts.

The man frowned at me, and I looked back calmly.

He eventually compromised and stopped pointing the dagger at me.

I stepped forward and squatted down, unbuttoned the other person's clothes, and then lifted the clothes the other person was wearing inside, but the clothes kept hanging down, which was still quite annoying.

The man reacted simply when he saw this, he took off his shirt and threw it on the side of the sofa.

The other party has a good figure, which I can see from the first time I saw him. Now that I see the strong muscles in the other party's chest and abdomen, I still can't help feeling a few words in my heart.

The wound on the opponent's body looked rather grim, but luckily, the knife didn't hit the vital point, and now the blood has almost stopped flowing. After obtaining the opponent's consent, I rinsed the wound with a bottle of mineral water on the coffee table, and put it on the wound. The gauze covered the opponent's wound, and the gauze slowly turned red. Then I took a cotton swab in one hand and applied the disinfectant to the opponent's wound. The opponent didn't hum from the beginning to the end, and just sat there motionless.

However, I could feel that the other person's eyes were staring at me without blinking.

After the dressing was finished, the man seemed to have relaxed his vigilance towards me. He stopped pointing the dagger at me all the time. He put the dagger behind him, and did not make any other movements after he put on his clothes.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" He stared at me and asked suddenly.

I packed the first-aid kit, heard this question, and replied: "You don't seem to intend to kill me or hurt me, why should I be afraid of you?"

After I finished speaking, I thought about it and asked again: "And, you should be leaving tomorrow, right?"

"I never said that."

I froze, and looked up at the other party.

"What, a senior in high school? Think you're smart? I'm sorry, I'll need your house for a few more days." There was a hint of mockery in the man's eyes.

"Are you not afraid that I will call the police when I leave this house?"

"You can try it. If I get caught then, you'd better hope that I will be locked up in the cell for a few more days, so you can live a few more days." The man said blankly.

This person often went in and out of the police station as soon as he saw it. Seeing the other person's face like calling the police casually, I grinned secretly and didn't speak again.

When I was about to go to school the next morning, I glanced at the man sleeping on the sofa with a knife in his hand, and his lips were tightly pressed when he was sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, giving people a feeling of repelling others thousands of miles away. feeling, but it looks much more pleasing to the eye than last night.

Still in good shape.

I smiled and walked out the door lightly, without waking the man up.

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