"Woo-lah, woo-lah..."
At this moment, an alarm went off, startling Tang Qing to his feet. His earlier worries had been justified - someone had heard the gunshot and called the police.
Being a criminal really meant living in constant fear of authority, Tang Qing thought with a bitter smile. He never imagined that he would be scared of the sound of a police siren. These are some screwed up times, he thought.
The police would definitely be going from door to door soon. It was likely to be a case of much ado about nothing. Tang Qing didn't bother thinking any further. He changed into his night clothes, pulled the blanket over himself and prepared to sleep. But how could he possibly sleep now? Every time he closed his eyes, those thrilling scenes reappeared in his mind. He tried hard not to think about them, but the more he tried, the more vivid they became. The images coupled with a pale green backdrop made it all seem like a horror film.
