The incandescent light tube of the convenience store was twitching at midnight. When Shen Zhao counted the 237th coin, the glass door crashed into the man wrapped in snow. The scar on Zhou Jin's Adam's apple was gleaming with whiskey. Three hours ago, he had just signed the "guarantor" notice on Shen Zhao's mother's critical illness. At this moment, he used a black card to raise the boy's chin: "When the 100,000 yuan fell into your pocket, have you thought about what to get in return?"
This fall began in the blue abyss of the ICU. The numbers on the demand note cracked into new cliffs every day, and Shen Zhao walked a tightrope between the steel forest at the construction site and the gilded cage of the top club. The toe of Zhou Jin's leather shoe ran over the broken glass he had picked up while kneeling: "A man who has fallen ninety-nine thousand times has missed this one time?" The antique dial on the man's wrist was engraved with a German motto, and the second hand crossed his bleeding knees - that was the steel bar number that had been tampered with in the construction site surveillance last night, and was turning into the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.
A blizzard roars in, carrying secrets. On the night when blue hydrangeas bloomed in the ward, Shen Zhao found the organ donation agreement in Zhou Jin's safe. The number was exactly the same as the bone marrow donation form he signed at the welfare home three years ago. The convenience store surveillance video suddenly exploded on the campus forum. The scene was frozen in the moment when Lin's daughter stuffed the banknotes into his pocket. In the background, the corner of the black coat was embroidered with the Zhou family emblem.
"Have you ever counted the scenery you saw when you fell?" Zhou Jin tore open his shirt in the penthouse suite, and the sutures on his heart crawled into centipede-shaped old wounds. The neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window were like blood. He held Shen Zhao's trembling hand and pressed it against the hideous scar: "The hundred thousand bone marrow transplant fee paid for your fall when you were nine years old." The tall buildings on the snowy night were reflected in the young man's pupils, and he finally saw the rules of this game clearly - every "accidental" rescue was a carefully designed net, and every life-saving money was tightening the chain.
When the green light in the mother's transplant operating room turned on, Shen Zhao took off his hospital gown in the sterile corridor. Zhou Jin's bite mark burned on his collarbone, and the black card slid down his spine and into his lower back: "Now it's my turn to count." He stepped into the neon abyss in the rainstorm, knowing that this fall would never hit the bottom - because the man was already at the end of the abyss, holding the switch for all lies.
Concept: Redemption using money as bait is actually a chain of class domestication. The two people hugging each other for warmth in the blizzard have long been carved by fate to be each other's prey.