Chen Yingran's hands were shaking. After taking the wallet, he opened it and looked. There were six neatly arranged hundred-yuan bills. Three bank cards, a gym membership card, and a photo of a family with four generations living together. Chen Yingran spotted the female police officer in the corner. She had been very beautiful at the time, with a beautiful smile. Next to her was what should have been her husband, who had a stern expression. Tucked into the same folder with the photo was a small note. It read in childish handwriting, "Mom, I'm going out to play soccer with my classmates today."

Chen Yingran saw the words on the back of the photo: "I am the only one who survived."

The female police officer and the remaining policeman had already rushed out. When they met, the policeman became delighted. Chen Yingran, who was behind him, looked over his body and saw the angry face of the female police officer.

Judging from the delay in the shooting, the enemy wasn't far away, but still around 400 meters. Within this range, there were three buildings that met the criteria. Between the female officer and them lay a highway, two parking lots, and two streets.

"She can't come back." Someone suddenly said.

Chen Yingran turned around in surprise. A black-haired girl in cleaner's clothes looked at him with her phone in hand: "Do you still remember Akele?"

"I don't know anything! I really don't know anything!" Chen Yingran was going crazy.

"I guess so, but we just need to remember it. Come with me." She took out a pistol from her pocket and fired two shots in the direction of the female police officer from a distance.

Chen Yingran turned around suddenly and saw the female police officer looking in his direction.

The girl waved her hands: "It's okay, she's not dead, let's go."

Chen Yingran nodded and followed her to the road where a bus was parked.