Le Jing didn't know who the shooter was.
There is also a high possibility that there is more than one killer.
Everyone in the auditorium is a suspect.
He is very close to the killer now. The killer only needs to take a few more steps to reach his current position and shoot him again.
The top priority now is to make the auditorium more chaotic, so that he can take advantage of the situation and slip away under the killer's nose.
These considerations flashed through Le Jing's mind in the few seconds he ran to hide behind the first row of chairs. He was about to shout and make the scene more chaotic when he heard a strange voice behind him: "Someone is shooting and killing people! Everyone, run! Run!"
Then it seemed that He Jingwen was shouting: "The gentleman is in front! Everyone, protect him!"
These two earth-shattering shouts were like thunder in the sky above the auditorium. The students who were already confused by the gunshot were completely blown away!
Accompanied by screams, the surging crowd pushed and ran towards the gate.
Le Jing gritted his teeth. Now he had no choice but to take a gamble. It was better to hide in the forest than to hide. There was nothing special about his clothes. There were many students wearing Zhongshan suits of similar colors.
If he squeezed into the crowd now, it would make it difficult for the killers to find their target for a while.
He stood up and joined the shoving crowd, trying to get out.
At this moment, a few people pushed through the crowd and advanced against the current, shouting as they walked: "Sir! Sir, are you here? What was the gunshot just now? Are you okay?"
It was the voice of He Jingwen and several members of the literature club.
But at this critical moment, no one dared to believe Le Jing.
He lowered his head and swam through the crowded crowd with difficulty like a fish.
"Sir! Are you okay?!"
Fu Kemao's voice came from behind him, but Le Jing turned a deaf ear to it. He just kept moving towards the door with the surging crowd, as if he didn't hear it.
Someone suddenly put his hands on his shoulders from behind. Le Jing reflexively pried his fingers apart and punched him backwards with his elbow.
"Tear it! It hurts!" A familiar voice came: "Sir, it's me, I, Fu Kemao!"
The voice sounded familiar, but it didn't mean that Le Jing would let go of his hand. Le Jing glanced at Fu Kemao and saw that his face was full of anxiety and worry, without a trace of murderous intent.
Either he is a great actor or this matter has nothing to do with him.
Le Jing thought he was pretty good at judging people, and after just a few times of getting along, he understood Fu Kemao's naive inner self, so he let go of his hand.
"Stay away from me." His voice was barely audible in the noisy auditorium. "Someone wants to kill me."
Fu Kemao's usually noisy voice was surprisingly calm and reliable at this moment: "I saw it, don't worry." He pressed tightly against Le Jing's back, panting slightly and said: "I'll cover you out. My last name is Fu, they don't dare to shoot me!"
If you accidentally fire the gun, the muzzle and the bullet won't care about your last name!
But now is not the time to be pretentious. So Le Jing nodded to him and said seriously: "I owe you a favor."
Under Fu Kemao's protection, Le Jing finally squeezed out of the auditorium door.
Outside the door were students running around aimlessly and panic-stricken. They were screaming and asking, "What happened? Who fired the gun?"
"Is anyone dead?"
"Did anyone really fire a gun?"
Le Jing knew that he was not out of danger yet. He glanced around and wanted to find a secluded place to hide first.
"Call the police! Someone has sent assassins to kill the night watchman!" Fu Kemao protected him like a hen protecting her cubs, and shouted, "The man was shot and injured! I beg you to escort him to the hospital for treatment!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the originally chattering crowd fell silent, and for a moment countless eyes turned to Fu Kemao and Le Jing behind him.
Le Jing was stunned for a few seconds by Fu Kemao's unexpected remarks. He said angrily, "What if the killer has accomplices lying in ambush here?" He grabbed Fu Kemao's elbow and said hurriedly, "Quick, let's find a place to hide first!"
Le Jing didn't know that the blood flowing from the abrasion on his right rib had already leaked out from the cut on his Zhongshan suit caused by the bullet. The blood had smudged into large black spots on his clothes, making him look extremely embarrassed in the eyes of others.
At this time, his brain was working rapidly, thinking of various countermeasures. The pain had been subconsciously blocked by his brain, and every cell in his body was mobilized to be alert to unknown dangers. He did not realize that he had been injured.
Fu Kemao turned his head and his mind worked so quickly that he shouted to the crowd that was ready to make a move, "Students who are willing to help the teacher, please stand with your backs to each other, hold hands and form a circle to surround the teacher. There are so many of us, the killer won't dare to attack us!"
As soon as Fu Kemao said this, many young people responded positively.
Just like the words in the poem: We are young students, full of vigor and vitality; we are full of vigor and vitality, pointing out the mountains and rivers, writing inspiring words, and looking down on the marquis of the past.
Young people in their teens and early twenties are passionate and easily agitated. The passion of young people is the purest, most sincere, and most difficult to extinguish.
Just a spark and these young people who still naively believe in fairness and justice, and believe that good cannot prevail over evil, will be easily ignited and contribute the light and heat in their hearts to this indifferent world. They will not regret it even if they are burned to death.
Just like the torches they raised during the May Fourth Movement that year, and just like this moment when evil forces begin to trample on social justice and laws.
"Carrying out an assassination in public is so audacious! Do they still take the law seriously?!"
"Someone is carrying out an assassination at Peking University! The campus is supposed to be a place for learning, but now they use it as a place for assassination. From now on, can we Peking University students study with peace of mind? Will experts and scholars dare to come to our Peking University to give lectures? Will anyone dare to speak out in the future?"
"Gentlemen, the reputation of our Peking University for decades depends on this moment! If we do not want to bring disgrace to our Peking University, we must stand up and protect Mr. Night Watchman!"
"This matter is no longer simply a matter of your reputation at Peking University. This is a naked violation of the law and morality by certain evil forces! When we protect the Night Watchmen, we are upholding justice and the law!"
"How can such a heroic act be without the participation of our Tsinghua students? If they want to kill the Night Watchmen, they must first step over our dead bodies!"
"And we from Yanjing University! We will come to protect you too!"
Le Jing looked at the heroic faces of these young people with complicated eyes, and an extremely complicated feeling surged in his heart.
This is the young man of China.
These are the post-2000s generation a hundred years ago.
As long as there are young people like this, no matter how many disasters this country encounters or how many times it falls off the cliff, it will turn danger into safety and climb to the top again.
These young people are the backbone of China's future.
Then, an extremely rare scene occurred on the Peking University campus. This special scene was imprinted in the hearts of countless people, and it still makes people excited when they think of it after several years, becoming a brilliant fragment in their memories.
A dozen young people held hands and stood with their backs to each other, forming a thick human wall. They used their young bodies as shields and surrounded the injured Le Jing in the middle.
Fu Kemao frowned and stared at Le Jing's wound that was constantly bleeding, and shouted, "Is there any medical student here? The gentleman seems to have been shot and needs bandaging!"
Le Jing then realized that he was injured, and there was a lot of blood on the scrape on his right rib. The pain that he had ignored for a long time suddenly appeared, and the wound was burning with pain.
"Medical students? Are there any medical students?" The 'human shields' shouted in all directions, and soon several voices rang out almost at the same time: "I am studying medicine!"
“I’m from medical school!”
After a simple body search, a gap was made in the human wall to allow a few young medical students in.
At that time, Peking University did not have a medical school, so these medical students were wearing the uniforms of the National Peking University of Medical Sciences and should be the students who came to attend the lecture.
He said to the medical students who examined his wounds, "I was not shot. These are just scratches."
The medical students all breathed a sigh of relief. One said, "If it's a scratch, it's simple. We didn't bring a professional medical kit this time, so we can only bandage your wound. For more detailed treatment, you still need to go to a specialized hospital."
During the bandaging process, students gathered around one after another. After hearing the whole story from the "human shield", these students all spontaneously formed a human wall, surrounding Le Jing layer by layer.
They held hands and shouted loud slogans.
"Protect Mr. Night Watchman!"
"Justice will prevail!"
"The time has come to sacrifice our lives for justice! Students, get up!"
Amid the loud slogans, more and more students understood what had happened from their mouths, so the team which initially consisted of only seven or eight people grew larger and larger, from a small circle with a diameter of only three or four meters to concentric circles with a diameter of seven or eight meters, or even more than ten meters.
Le Jing was surrounded in the center like a star, and Fu Fanlin supported him carefully. For a moment, he suddenly felt like the old lady in the TV series who was surrounded by people and cheered by the crowd before she traveled.
Such a movement naturally could not be hidden from the professors in the school.
Soon the professors arrived. After hearing the whole story from the students, these talented students who had returned from studying abroad, calm and solemn middle-aged men, or white-haired old scholars silently formed a circle and used their bodies to protect the students in the innermost part.
Finally, an old man with unsteady steps came over.
He stood firmly at the front of the human wall, his gray hair trembling slightly in the breeze. He took a deep breath, stretched out his arms, and roared at the invisible enemies in all directions: "I am Yang Jusi, the president of Peking University! If you want to kill, please start with me first!"
The next moment, there was a chorus of cheers: "We, the teachers and students of Peking University, will live and die with the president!"
With the firm belief of all teachers and students working together, the police finally arrived.
Le Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what the killer's background was, they would not be so arrogant as to take action directly in front of the country's violent police.
He was finally safe.
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