The turning point of the matter began here. Yingying Fang's consciousness, hidden in the darkness, followed the old man downstairs, witnessing firsthand how Lu Chen, who was hiding in the bushes, pounced on him, stabbed him in the abdomen, and how he then staggered back towards the tenement building. The old man, clutching his wounded belly, stumbled step by step, but halfway up, he seemed to think of something, stopped, and collapsed at the corner, leaning against the cold wall, gasping for breath.His kind face, under the dim light of the hallway, appeared especially pale, and Yingying could clearly feel his breath weakening, his vitality rapidly declining. However, Lu Chen, who had stabbed the old man, did not intend to let him go. With one hand in his pocket and the other playing with the bloodstained knife, he slowly caught up.Yingying heard Lu Chen's voice, filled with madness, saying, "Run, why don't you keep running?""Can I even run away?" the old man replied weakly, his
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