After fleeing, he hid himself on the rooftop of some building nearby, trembling for no reason as recalled the recent tragedy at the workshop.
It seemed like it occurred before his eyes.
The pool of blood and scared looks emerging, along with the screams…
Mo Xiaofei hand covered his forehead, trying to calm his uneasy mood down and persuade himself. "That’s your fault… all your fault… Why did you resist… all because you didn’t change… That’s all your fault…"
After a certain while, Mo Xiaofei felt his head was not as painful as before. Then, he stood up and breathed in deeply, gliding down among the buildings again and into the night.
He headed back to that alley.
The owner had already called the police and the ambulance. Medical staff carried stretchers and sent the man into the ambulance while some onlookers gathered at the scene.
