RPAGF Chapter 541 I Can't See Anything
Chapter 541 I Can't See Anything
With each name he wrote, a weight lifted from his heart. Zheng Yaoxian's disappearance was a mystery he could never unravel. Su Ming knew he didn't fully understand Zheng Yaoxian. Although he had been considered his mentor, the secrets surrounding him were always shrouded in mystery. Why had he suddenly vanished? What was he hiding? Or was his disappearance itself a carefully orchestrated step, the beginning of a larger conspiracy?
"I don't believe he will just disappear like this." Su Ming whispered to himself, his voice standing out in the silence. His fingers trembled slightly as the pen tip wrote new words on the paper:
"Where is the truth?"
Su Ming's heart was filled with pain, as if being driven by some invisible force. He began to realize that no matter how hard he tried to get closer to the truth, it seemed to always linger in the distance, as if deliberately avoiding his sight. Every time he thought he had found a clue, it disappeared without a trace.
The words on the paper gradually increased, gradually forming a vague picture, but he himself was like an ant lost in this picture, unable to find the exit.
Su Ming put his pen down and gently closed his notebook. The inexplicable anxiety still lingered in his chest, refusing to dissipate. The wind outside grew stronger, and the chill seemed to seep into his bones. He stood up, preparing to leave the park, his hand unconsciously tightening around his collar. The streets were deserted. Occasionally, a car would roar past, its rustle of wind and tires echoing in the still night air. He lowered his head, staring at the ground, his mind swirling with a wave of alarm.
When Su Ming reached the park's exit, he suddenly stopped. That feeling returned—a vague, unidentified sense of oppression, as if eyes were staring at him, ready to pounce at any moment. His heart suddenly raced, and his thoughts suddenly became unusually clear. "Someone's following me."
This intuition wasn't a fluke. As he reached the street, he glanced around, his gaze sweeping under the dim streetlights, but he saw nothing. The surrounding streets remained empty, only the occasional passing car breaking the silence. Yet, his heartbeat grew faster and faster, and he could hear faint footsteps, mingling with his own, approaching and becoming clearer.
"Am I overthinking it?" Su Ming couldn't help but ask himself. His pace involuntarily quickened a little, but the uneasy feeling did not disappear. Instead, it became stronger.
He couldn't help but glance back. The street behind him was still deserted, save for the occasional passing car in the distance. However, Su Ming's eyes lingered on a figure: a man standing across the sidewalk, seemingly pacing aimlessly. He wasn't walking too fast, his steps light and slow, as if deliberately slowing down to maintain distance from Su Ming. The figure was unusually blurry under the dim streetlight, his face hidden by the brim of his hat.
"What's this?" Su Ming's heartbeat quickened. He paused, casually patting his pocket to conceal his inner panic. The man didn't approach immediately, but instead walked slowly behind Su Ming, maintaining a distance.
Su Ming's hands trembled slightly, and a strange sense of dread suddenly welled up in him. "Does he know I'm watching him?" He forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and no longer stared directly at the man. Instead, he casually scanned the surrounding buildings and the dim streetlights, trying to appear unconcerned. But his mind was a turmoil, and he tried to calm down, but it was impossible.
The man didn't seem to change his pace, still following closely behind him, his steps leisurely yet steady, as if he'd long since grown accustomed to the rhythm of his pursuit. Su Ming could feel his heartbeat thundering in his ears, and this eerie sensation became increasingly difficult to ignore. Every time he turned a corner, the man followed him; every time Su Ming quickened his pace even slightly, the man followed silently. It seemed as if his every movement was being precisely captured.
"No, I can't keep going like this." Su Ming's thoughts raced, his mind a mess. He had to stay calm. He couldn't find any reason to believe he was being followed, nor any evidence that the person was following him intentionally. However, the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger, becoming impossible to ignore.
He decided to turn into an alley, attempting to change his route and lose the person behind him. The alley was deep and dark, with few streetlights. Surrounded by tall buildings, the air was heavy and oppressive. Su Ming walked quickly, hearing his footsteps echoing in the narrow alley, the tiny echoes making him even more nervous. Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from behind him. Su Ming's heart suddenly tightened, and his pace became even more hurried.
He had already walked deeper into the alley, but the man's footsteps continued to follow him, without hesitation. "Did he know I was going to turn in here?" This thought suddenly flooded Su Ming's mind. He turned around abruptly, his eyes scanning the blurry street in the darkness, but still saw nothing.
Su Ming took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm. "Calm down. Don't let yourself panic," he told himself. However, the more he tried to calm down, the more difficult it was to contain the anxiety welling up in him. This person couldn't just happen to be passing by. He was almost certainly following him.
He turned once more, his pace quickening, his heartbeat becoming increasingly rapid. Suddenly, he heard a faint sound—the person seemed to be accelerating, their footsteps drawing ever closer. Su Ming's heart nearly leaped from his chest, and he couldn't help but turn back once more. This time, he finally saw the figure clearly.
The man, wearing a black windbreaker, walked with his head lowered, appearing to be walking with remarkable composure. Although he was still a few steps away, Su Ming felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. His mind went blank. His hands trembled slightly, and his mind was filled with questions about the man: "Who is he?"
"Are you following me?" Su Ming finally spoke, his voice hoarse and a little hurried. The man didn't pause, still slowly walking towards him, as if he hadn't heard Su Ming at all.
"Don't want to talk?" Su Ming bit his lower lip, his tone filled with anger and nervousness, "Then don't follow me anymore!"
The man still did not answer and walked closer and closer. The indescribable fear in Su Ming's heart became stronger and stronger.