The text message alarmed me, "The last time we'll see each other?" Could it be that he was contemplating suicide?
I really couldn't imagine this happening to a successful elder.
But considering Lin Nansheng's recent low profile,
and his unusual reluctance to contact me, there was indeed a real possibility that something had gone wrong.
So, I immediately texted him back,
"Where are you?"
He sent me an address, and I hurried into the car with Shen Yishu.
Shen Yishu started the car,
"Where?"
"Beiwang Bridge…"
I gave the location, and Shen Yishu pressed the gas pedal to the floor.
I kept calling his phone, hoping he would answer, but it was turned off the entire time.
This made me increasingly anxious, and I kept urging Shen Yishu,
"Drive faster!"
"Alright, should we call the police first?"
Shen Yishu suggested.
"No, let's go there and see the situation first."
If it were an ordinary old man, I would have definitely called the police first.
