Zhao Fan came home in the middle of the night after a big meal and was blocked by three gangsters in an alley. He huddled up and yelled that he had no money and was kicked. When the police siren sounded, he rushed out. He thought the patrol car was coming to save his life and jumped on him with open arms, but the co-pilot stuck his head out and yelled that he was looking for death - the car didn't slow down and hit him. When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Fan heard someone calling him to wake up. His face was pressed by something soft and he couldn't breathe. His fingers moved down and touched a piece of wet and cold cloth. When he struggled to lift the cloth strips, he saw three candles lying across his sight, the candlelight reflecting a pale face next to him.
