Lin Yaqin was completely unaware of the heated public opinion in the hair salon.
I saw her huddled tightly on a bench in the corner of the waiting room of the train station, with her head lowered almost to her chest, pretending to take a nap.
She was holding a dirty and tattered canvas bag tightly in her arms. The bag looked like it was picked up from a garbage dump. It was the bag she got as a cover when she hid at noon!
Her hands were tightly gripping the edge of the package, and her heartbeat quickened, "thump, thump, thump" non-stop.
Among these, there was money from the old lady of the Gao family’s coffin, some that was cheated from the old witch in the hair salon, and even some that was just taken from Gao Zhiqiang’s pocket.
This money is enough for her to travel far away and live a good life.
As long as she leaves the capital, the mountains are high and the roads are long, who can find her?
At this moment, the waiting room broadcast suddenly sounded, and a female voice was clear and cold.
Lin Yaqin was so frightened that she shuddered! She looked around cautiously until she was sure there was no familiar face, then she slowly exhaled.
There are broadcasts in the waiting hall from time to time, but for Lin Yaqin, who is guilty of her crime, she still gets nervous every time!
Her nails unconsciously scratched the edge of the ticket. The hard seat ticket to Ji City had become a little soft due to the sweat from her palms.
It felt like there was a fire burning in my chest, but also like it was drenched in ice water, alternating between hot and cold.
Thoughts of both nervousness and excitement surged in her chest.
She recalled the joy she felt when she stripped the Gao family mother and son naked, and the cleverness she used to cheat the old witch out of her money. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. She couldn't even hide the pride in her heart!
But then I became scared again!
What if they woke up and reported it? What if they were caught in the car?
However, she soon put her mind at ease. There was no evidence pointing to her going to places like the slums and hair salons. How could they trace it back to her?
This is all thanks to Gao Zhiqiang, who fabricated a fake identity for her to prevent her from running away. I never thought that this fake identity can be used now. It's really ironic!
She reached her hand deeper into the interlayer of the cloth bag and touched the slightly worn household registration page. Her heart, which was about to jump out of her throat, finally calmed down.
Everything that happened that day flashed through my mind so quickly. It went so smoothly! It was almost like a dream.
She cheated the old hag in the hair salon, robbed Gao's mother and son of their savings, and got back their household registration certificate that could prove their identity.
With it, she finally took back her life.
From now on, she is no longer anyone's subordinate and doesn't have to hide anymore.
She can hold her head high and be a person with a name and an identity.
As the night deepened, the waiting room was still bustling with people, and the hustle and bustle of various dialects made her feel at ease.
Lin Yaqin sat in the corner, replaying every possible step in her mind over and over again.
If Gao Zhiqiang and the others chased her, how would she escape? If she was caught by the police on the train, how would she argue?
When the clock finally struck three in the morning, the broadcast sounded, clearly and without delay urging passengers heading to Ji City to board the bus.
She stood up, clenched the ticket in her hand, and walked forward along with the crowd.
The moment one foot actually steps into the carriage door, the stuffy air, the crowded voices, and even the unique smell of instant noodles and rails in the carriage come all together!
She took a deep breath, not with fear, but with an almost burning certainty:
She was finally leaving this devil's den.
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The sun was already high in the sky, and the slum was just beginning to feel a lazy atmosphere of life.
Those who went to school or work have all left, leaving only some old aunts and young wives in the yard.
Under the faucet, Zhang's wife was rubbing the sheets with a grunt, and soap foam was splashing everywhere.
Next to them, the old lady from the Li family was holding a peeling enamel pot and chatting with Aunt Sun from the opposite door about family matters. They were talking about nothing but gossip about other people.
At this moment, a scream that could blow the roof off the house suddenly exploded from the Gao family's small, dilapidated house: "Ah——!!!"
This shout was so sharp and frightening, like thunder from a clear sky, it completely destroyed the leisurely atmosphere in the courtyard!
"What's wrong? What happened?" Zhang's wife didn't even have time to wipe off the soap bubbles, and jumped out with her wet hands, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the ground.
The old lady of the Li family was so frightened that she almost dropped the precious teacup in her hand.
Aunt Sun reacted quickly and shouted towards the courtyard at the top of her voice: "Go and check! This sound is wrong! Could it be that someone in the Gao family has died?"
Several young wives who were picking vegetables and hanging clothes in front of their homes also dropped their work and ran hurriedly to the Gao family's door when they heard the noise.
Although the mother and son of the Gao family are not very popular in the courtyard, everyone is also annoyed by their shameless behavior of taking advantage of others.
But at this critical moment, hearing the noise inside, who can really watch the fun?
What if it really was a matter of life and death? How could this screaming be a minor matter? Who wouldn't be frightened when hearing it?
Everyone in the yard rushed to the broken wooden door of Gao's house.
The door was ajar and not locked tightly, and there was a lot of noise inside.
The old woman Gao howled intermittently, her voice rasping with a dry, intermittent sound, which was both miserable and frightening. It was also hard to tell what she was howling for.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Gao Zhiqiang had drunk himself to death?!
"Aunt Gao? Zhiqiang? Are you okay?" The people outside were shouting in unison, but no one responded from inside, only the creepy wailing.
"Push it open! Push it open quickly! Before anything really happens!" Someone shouted anxiously.
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