Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 5.1 - The Wrath of Gods and Buddhas (1)

When they stepped out of that alley, though, the scenes they beheld around them were even worse than the one in the inn.

Now, they both finally fathomed what the general strike the inn owner had spoken about actually looked like. The moonlight was very dim. Everywhere on the crude street were the roadblocks that demonstrators had put up, built of stone as well as wood and cloth sacks filled with dirt, obstructing all the ways out.

Very beat-up cars blocked both sides of the road, and countless dark-skinned locals sat both inside and outside of them.

Not far away, police held water cannons and loaded rifles, completely combat-ready.

There were no lights, no street lamps. Any person a dozen or so paces away would look indistinct.

She suddenly thought of those Western horror movies, where usually, at a time like this, nothing good would happen.

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A dark arm reached over and grabbed ahold of Wen Han. In fright, she broke away from it, slamming into a car behind her.

An angry shout sounded out, telling the two of them off.

Bowing incessantly, Wen Han continuously said sorry, fear causing her face to drain of colour. She clutched Agnesa's hand tightly and dragged her back in the direction they had come from. But before they had taken even two steps, pandemonium broke out in the mob.

Sudden chaos swamped around them, knocking them around.

The two were bumped and driven into a corner of a wall. Panicked, they looked at one another and gripped the other person's hand tightly. Before the mob made their next charge, Wen Han eyed out the entrance to the alley and, pulling Agnesa, rushed straight for it.

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They had not gone far, so they could still get back here.

After the terror subsided, she looked back. The mob behind her and the police who were stationed there to keep order were already clashed together.

Daring not to delay, she began moving forward with quick strides.

She had thought they would be able to get back and take refuge in the inn, but contrary to her expectations, its front door was tightly shut, evidently locked by the owner. Looking around at a loss, she asked, "Do you know where the back door is?"

"Back door? Since when was there a back door?" Agnesa was frightened as well and wanted to slap her hand against the door.

"Where did you two go?" In the darkness, someone asked this question.

Wen Han paused blankly. Turning, she saw it was Wang Wenhao.

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Wang Wenhao glanced them over, then pulled off his glasses.

He was deliberating, how would he be able to first get the two of them back to the inn and then take those once-lost, now-recovered goods, as well as—

From the blackness behind him, a dagger extended out and pressed against his neck.

At the same time, two other arms reached around Wen Han and Agnesa's necks and gripped their throats.