There was once a person who loved me like life

"2, 3, 4...". I dropped my hands into my coat pockets, stared at the number jumping on the elevator sign, subconsciously counting along. My hand, because of a vague anxiety, suddenly became wet with sweat. The old elevator made a creaking noise, crawling up each floor slowly. The number box of the elevator only has the number ten indicating the red light, this is the floor I am going up, also the destination of another man in the same elevator. For some reason, I felt that the man on the opposite side gave off an air of tension and danger. The person was well-dressed, but the clothes clearly didn't fit, like a new style borrowed somewhere. When he stepped into the elevator, he looked at me, his eyes can only be described with a murderous word that made my whole body feel cold. When I peeked at him, he seemed to have a sixth sense turned towards me, his brown pupils so cold it took my breath away. I uneasily lowered my head to avoid his gaze, in my heart I just wanted the elevator to stop quickly. This twelve-story commercial building is located next to Odessa's "Seven kilometers" market. The market, apart from Arabs, Romanians and Poles, is up to seventy percent Chinese merchants. The strange man in front of me, from his five senses to his clothes, was clearly Chinese. At this time, the sign on the elevator was flashing on the seventh floor, indicating that someone was waiting for the elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw a pair of black men's leather shoes walking beside me. He wears a cowhide windbreaker and straight gray trousers. In the narrow space, the appearance of one more person made my insecurity less. I did not raise my head, just breathed a sigh of relief, the corner of my eye saw the man who had just entered raised his hand and dialed the number "12". At the tenth floor, the elevator door slowly opened, in my mind I thought of countless reasons explaining to Peng Weiwei why I was late. It happened at that exact moment. I was so scared that I didn't remember anything afterwards. I just remember when the elevator door opened, in front of me was a bunch of people. Before I could react, someone threw me out of the elevator, my head hit the opposite wall, making me dizzy. By the time my vision recovered, my whole body had lost its ability to cope. In my vision only baseball bats and sharp knives were swung, people lying on the ground were constantly struggling, red blood gushing out like a bath. The scene in front of him was a hundred times more cruel than a gangster movie. I began to scream, my limbs shifting to the side but still unable to avoid the pool of blood on the ground. I sobbed, my whole body shaking like I was having a nightmare, but other than screaming I had no way out of the nightmare. In the distance, there was the sound of police car sirens coming from all directions. Someone said loudly: "Police! Let's go!". It is Chinese with the dialect of the Zhejiang region. Dozens of dark shadows quickly disappeared, leaving behind a bloody weapon and a disfigured body on the ground. At that time, not understanding which nerve in my mind was cut, I stopped screaming and turned to stand, my eyes not leaving the red pool of blood. I even reflexively looked at the slime on the ground to see what internal organs it was. While observing, the scene in front of my eyes suddenly went black, the blood red color disappeared. I closed my eyes, my nose smelled of tobacco and faint tanning. It took me a long time to find out that someone had pulled me to his chest and covered the top of my head with the hem of his coat. In my ear came the soft voice of a man, he said in Chinese: "Please tell the police, you can't see anything, remember?" This is my last memory of the crime scene. By the time I recovered my sanity, who was already at the police station. The Ukrainian police uniform is gray-blue, a bit like the uniform of the railway industry in the country. Regarding the police, when I was in the country, I did not have a very good impression. When I arrived in Ukraine, in addition to what I heard from my compatriots, the greedy face of the policeman upon entry reduced my first impression by fifty percent. I looked around and found myself in a closed interrogation room. The room has a long table and two chairs. The light on the ceiling was so bright that I felt dizzy. The brain began to work again, memory gradually recovered, the scene of blood and blood appeared in front of my eyes again. I buried my head in my arms, trying to hold back, but I couldn't keep my body from shaking. The policeman sitting on the opposite side did not show any pity for the jade flower. He coughed for a while and then began to interrogate in English: "Name?" "Roof." I put my hands on my head to answer reluctantly. "Surname?" "Million." "Nationality?" "People 'Republic of China." "Condition?" "Students of the Odessa State Conservatory of Music." "Address?" I give my current address. The policeman frowned: "Why does the address not match the address on the visa?". Although his intonation is rigid, his English pronunciation is quite standard, unlike ordinary Ukrainians when speaking English with their mouths full like a sip of Vodka. "Because no one told me at the time of visa application, that address included cockroaches and rats." I started to lose patience, frowning at him: "Haven't you ever lived in a student dormitory?" His cold face only now relaxed slightly, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. Only then did I notice, the opposite person was a very handsome Ukrainian guy. Under the policeman's hat was a pair of eyes as blue as sea water, deep and bottomless. His smile was like the sun peeking out from behind the dark clouds. However, this expression quickly disappeared, and he began to ask some sharp questions about the main topic. "I dont see anything". Faced with the policeman's query, I answered only one question correctly. In fact, I literally didn't see anything. But my limited Russian ability only allows me to express this sentence with the most grammatical accuracy and the clearest pronunciation. Meanwhile, the strange man's deep, magnetic voice was always ringing in my ears: Tell the police, you can't see anything, remember? I tried to recall the man's appearance and features but to no avail. There was only one image in my head, of his brown coat. I was finally able to leave the police station, it was already midnight. Peng Duy Duy with a beautiful, spotless face was waiting for me in front. "Zhao Mai, your number is really big." Peng Wei Wei came over and smiled, but her eyes did not stop at me, but stared at my back. I turned my head, it turned out that behind me was the tall handsome policeman who had just interrogated me. No wonder Duy Duy's expression was like Winnie the bear seeing honey, her round eyes now narrowed into a half-moon. "Miss Zhao, you forgot to take your passport." The policeman seemed to be familiar with the eyes of the female crowd, so he did not pay attention to Duy Duy. He quietly raised his hand towards me. In his hand was a brown passport. I received the passport, turned a few pages, nodded to thank him and then pulled Duy Duy's hand: "Let's go." Duy Duy was very unhappy, she tried to get out of my control: "Why are you in such a hurry?" I don't care about Duy Duy, I more or less resent her in my heart. If it weren't for buying a feather coat with Duy Duy, I wouldn't have run to that place right after school and had such bad luck. At this moment, I just want to leave the police station immediately, but due to the influence of the incident in the afternoon, my mind is dizzy, my throat is nauseous, my legs are soft and no longer have strength. Seeing that my face was not very good, Duy Duy obediently closed his mouth and raised his hand to help me.