"2, 3, 4 ...". I dropped my hands into my coat pocket and stared at the number dancing on the elevator sign, unconsciously counting. My hand, due to a vague worry, suddenly drenched in sweat.

 The old elevator made a creaking noise, crawling up each floor slowly. The number of the elevator only had ten red lights, this was the floor I was going up to, the destination of another man in the elevator.

 For some reason, I felt the man on the opposite side exuded a tense and dangerous atmosphere.

 The person was well-dressed, but the clothes were clearly not fitting, as if they had just been borrowed somewhere. When he entered the elevator, he looked at me, his eyes could only be imagined with a word of killing intent behind my whole body. When I peeked at him, he seemed to have a sixth sense turning to me, his brown pupils so cold that it took my breath away.

 I uneasily bowed my head to avoid his eyes, only in the hope that the elevator would stop quickly.

 This twelve-storey commercial building is located next to Odessa's "Seven km" market. The market, apart from the Arabs, Romanians and Poles, is seventy percent Chinese traders. The strange man in front of me, from five clothes to clothes, is obviously Chinese.

 At this time the sign on the elevator flashed on the seventh floor, indicating that someone was waiting for the elevator as well.

 When the elevator door opened, I saw a pair of black men's leather shoes walking beside me. He wore a cowhide windbreaker and gray casual pants that were straight.

 The narrow space of one more person made me feel less insecure. I didn't lift my head, just let out a long, relieved breath, the corner of my eye saw the man who had just stepped in and raised his hand to dial "12".

 Arriving at the tenth floor, the elevator door slowly opened, and in my mind I thought of many reasons to explain to Banh Duy Duy why I was late.

 Things happened at that moment.

 I was so frightened that I didn't remember anything later. I only remember when the elevator doors opened, in front of me was a bunch of people.

 I was still unable to react to being thrown out of the elevator by someone, my head smashing into the opposite wall that made me dizzy.

 By the time my vision recovered, my whole body had lost the ability to cope. In my field of vision, only baseball bats and sharp knives swung up, and the person lying on the ground kept struggling, his blood was red like bathing. The scene before them is even more cruel than the gangster movies.

 I started screaming, my limbs shifted to the side but I still couldn't shake the pool of blood on the ground. I sobbed, shaking my whole body like I was having a nightmare, but apart from screaming I had no way out of a nightmare.

 In the distance, there was a siren from a police car from four directions.

 Someone said loudly: "Police! Let's go!". The Chinese language of the region of Zhejiang.

 The ten black shadows quickly disappeared, leaving blood-stained aura and a crumbling, shapeless body on the ground.

 At that moment, not knowing what my nerve broke, I stopped screaming and stood up, my eyes never leaving the pool of red blood. I even reflexively looked at the mucus on the ground to see what internal organs it was.

 Staring intently, the scene before my eyes suddenly became dark, the color of red blood disappeared. I close my eyes, my nose smells of cigarettes and the tanning smells softly. It was not long before I realized that someone had pulled me to my chest and covered the top of my head with the hem of my jacket.

 In my ear came the soft voice of a man, who spoke Chinese: "Let the police know, you can't see anything, remember?" This is my last memory of the crime scene.

 By the time I recovered my mental state, who was at the police station.

 Ukraine police uniforms are gray-green, a bit like the uniform of the railway industry in the country.

 As for the police world, when I was in my country, I was not very impressed. When I arrived in Ukraine, apart from what I heard from my compatriots, the greedy face of the police officer on entry made my first impression drop by fifty percent.

 I looked around the surroundings, discovering that I was in a closed interrogation room. In the room there is a long table, two chairs. The light on the ceiling was so bright that I felt dizzy.

 The brain started to function again, the memory gradually recovered, the sight of gore appeared before my eyes. I buried my head in my arms, trying to hold back but unable to keep my body from shaking.

 The policeman sitting on the opposite side did not show any regrets. He coughed for an hour and then started using English for interrogation:

 "Name?"

 "Roof." I put my hand on my head to answer reluctantly.

 "Surname?"

 "Million."

 "Nationality?"

 "People 'Republic of China."

 "Condition?"

 "Odessa National Academy of Music students."

 "Address?"

 I quote the address of my current address. The policeman frowned: "Why doesn't the address match the address on the visa?". Despite his rigid intonation, his English pronunciation is quite standard, unlike the usual Ukrainian when he speaks English with his mouth sucked like a mouthful of Vodka.

 "Because no one told me when the visa was made, that address included cockroaches and mice." I began to lose patience, frowning at him: "Could it be that you've never lived in a student dormitory?"

 His cold face stretched slightly until now, the corners of his mouth lifted up into a smile. Then I noticed, the opposite was a very handsome Ukrainian guy. Under the police hat is a pair of blue eyes like seawater, deep not see the bottom.

 His smile is like the sun emerging from behind a dark cloud. However, this expression quickly disappeared, he began to ask some sharp questions about the main topic.

 "I dont see anything". Faced with the police query, I answered only one sentence correctly. In fact, I really didn't see anything. And my limited Russian ability only allows me to express this sentence in the most accurate grammar and pronunciation.

 Meanwhile, the warm, magnetic voice of the strange man was always ringing in my ear: Tell the police, you can't see anything, remember?

 I tried to recall that man's appearance and features but to no avail. I had only one image in my mind of his brown coat.

 I was finally able to leave the police station, it was already midnight. Banh Duy Duy with a flawless beautiful face waiting for me in the foreground.

 "Zhao Mai, you're really big." Peng Duy Duy came to smile, but her eyes did not stop on me but peered behind me.

 I turned my head, and turned out to be the tall, handsome cop who interrogated me. No wonder Duy Duy's beauty is like a bear Winnie seeing honey, her round eyes now narrowed into a half moon.

 "Ms. Zhao, you forgot to hold your passport." The police guy seems to be used to the eyes of the girls so he doesn't care about Duy Duy. He silently raised his hand to me.

 In his hand was a brown passport. I accepted the passport, turned a few pages, nodded to thank him, and then pulled Duy Duy's hand: "Let's go."

 Duy Duy was very unhappy, she tried to escape from my control: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

 I do not care about Duy Duy, I feel more or less resentment of her. If not for going out and buying a feather jacket with Duy Duy, I would not have to go to school after that and run into such unlucky thing. I just wanted to leave the police station right now, but due to the effects of the incident in the afternoon, my mind was dizzy, my throat was nauseous, my legs were limp and weak.

 Seeing that my face was not very good, Duy Duy obediently closed her mouth and raised my hand to support me.

 "Ms. Zhao!". The honey man reminded him, "Your visa is about to expire, so you need to quickly apply for an extension."

 I turned to look at the Odessa Police Department building, my mind naturally reeling and the scene before me was dark.

 When I regained consciousness, my mind was completely blank. I uttered a sentence that anyone who had lost consciousness for two hours would also say, "Why am I here?"

 Peng Duy Duy pinched my cheeks: "You ran into a gangster without being killed by a password killer. Now you can still hear well, all four limbs." I just frowned, not speaking.

 Banh Duy Duy is my classmate at music high school. I studied piano at the time, and she studied vocal. Duy Duy, who was an elegant and unexpected girl, had not expected Ukraine for less than a year, she opened her mouth and spat out rude words.

 Wait, hit the gangster? All memories returned in an instant. I looked at Duy Duy and then slowly curled up and sobbed: "Mom ...". I was still useless as a child, whenever I had a bad experience, my first reaction was to find my mother.

 "Doctor! Doctor!". Duy Duy hugged me tightly, raising his voice and calling for a doctor.

 The arm was held tightly, the whole body was sometimes cold, and then excruciatingly painful, I slowly cried out without sounding but continued to sniffle. Then I fell asleep, probably due to the effect of the sedative.

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 A few days later, local media posted photos of the murder. It turned out that not only I but also others witnessed this rare hundred-year-old violence. Dozens of police cars surrounded the building, countless press agencies gathered near the Chinese market. The people of Odessa are relatively honest, so many years ago they have never encountered such a gruesome case.

 The police suspect this is the revenge of gangsters. But it is quite ridiculous that half of the Odessa city police forces surrounded and thoroughly inspected the entire twelve-story building, but did not catch a suspect. Then they had to detain a few dozen witnesses at the scene.

 It is said that I and another Chinese man are the two witnesses closest to the crime scene. That may explain why the Odessa police are trying to extort news from me. But in my coma, I missed the busiest, most dramatic and historic moment of Odessa.

 I told Duy Duy about everything that happened at the scene. Duy Duy thought for a moment and said, the man had good intentions, so he told me to do so. If I don't know how to keep my mouth open to the police, if I make a grudge against the gangster, the consequences will be unpredictable.

 A few days later, I sat there blankly, thinking of the man's deep voice, very curious, and curious about what he was like.

 A week after I was discharged, I stayed home for another day. After packing up my books and music, I suddenly remembered the visa extension. I involuntarily felt burdened, because I was forced to go to the police station, which reminded me of a scary nightmare.

 From the immigration office, my mood was so bad that it was hard to imagine. On the way I kicked so many yellow leaves, I just wanted to shout out loud to relieve my memories. I really did not expect, an involuntary and reckless minute has created very serious consequences.

 Three years ago, I graduated from a famous music high school in Beijing. My academic performance was very good, at the university entrance exam just because of greedily eating a bowl of spicy soup, I was gone outside for three days in a row, so when I took the exam I had no problem, resulting in my dream. Central Music Academy broke off the middle of the road.

 I disagree with the allocation, and I don't want to go back to the tough review of my senior year, so I became a problem girl and an unemployed in the eyes of my parents. After a half-year of idle time at home, my classmates introduced me to jobs, and every afternoon I play the piano at a four-star hotel.

 Two years went by in the blink of an eye, I was fed up with the life of entertainment for those who did not know anything about art. My dream is to join the Art Academy of Austria or France. But my parents were just ordinary engineers at a design institute, middle-class families, so for those schools with sky-high tuition fees, I could only "respect the children". (Pediatric eyeglasses: stand from afar)

 Until Peng Duy Duy sent an email from Ukraine, complimenting the city of Odessa and adding that it was a preeminent condition for international students, I finally moved. Based on my parents' limited savings, I went to Ukraine on a three-month visa and became a preparatory student at the Odessa State Music Academy.

 Before I left, I lay on the world map searching for Odessa's location. About Ukraine, I only knew that Pavel Korchagin (the main character in the classic literary work "Steel was that I am") and the Marshal of the Soviet Army in World War II Zhukov were Ukrainians.

 Odessa is located in southern Ukraine, bordering the Black Sea, which was once one of the most important port cities of the former Soviet Union. The city was built in ancient Greece, from which there is a sea route to Romania, France, Greece, Italy and Turkey. The local language is Ukrainian, the prevailing language on the street is Russian.

 Odessa National Music Academy is one of Ukraine's oldest music schools, and is also a member of the European Academy of Music Associations. My purpose is to use this place as a springboard, and I hope that through this music academy I can find opportunities to visit EU countries.

 Yet my dream had just been broken by a black iron worker of the immigration office. He coldly told me, the address in the original visa document and the current address of the residence are not consistent, if I want to extend the visa, I must submit a certificate of living in the school dormitory.

 I said, "I'm sorry, I left the dorm."

 "Then there's no way." He shrugged: "The law requires you to provide a certificate that matches the visa application first."

 "What kind of stupid rule is this?" I find it difficult to understand, could it be that a foreigner living in Ukraine ten years must return to his place of residence ten years ago to be able to apply for a visa extension?

 "You can move back to the dorm." He did indeed make a boring proposal.

 Transfer my head! I was so upset that I couldn't bear to swear in Chinese, he didn't understand anyway. The bureaucratic behavior of a country that once belonged to a socialist bloc is exactly the same as in the country.

 He coldly returned the papers to me coldly and said in a serious voice: "If not, you can only return to your country."

 I was so angry that I wanted to fly over the table and kill him. By now, only ten days until my visa will expire. There were so many people in the dormitory, so there was no room for me to squeeze in.

 As a result of not extending visa in time, he also said very clearly, I will become illegal immigrant immigration, slang called "black people". From "black people" to becoming legal residents almost have to rely on luck, previously there was precedent but it takes a lot of time and money.

 I hurried back to school, told the dormitory management the whole afternoon with no results. In the end, I listlessly walked back to my accommodation.

 While struggling on the street like a sleepwalker, I began to think seriously about the consequences. If I could not extend my visa, what to do, I arrived at the middle of the fork, I was in the middle of thinking, so I did not notice a sports car suddenly charging. When I was aware of the danger, I could not avoid it. I could only stand there blankly, my mind completely blank.

 The sound of the brakes squeaking, the tip of the car stopped to the left of my body. I froze in the middle of the road, my legs forgot how to move.

 The driver was probably as surprised as I was, after a while he got off and rushed to me. He pointed to my nose, asking in Russian: "What ... are you doing?"

 I raised my head and saw a very handsome and unruly face, the face of the East.

 The suppression of suppression in one day suddenly broke out, I grabbed my backpack and hit him hard and shouted in Chinese: "His mother, he stabbed people but also the opposite. Who are you? There are BMW are good If you have the bravery, then you go to China to play games, to face in the territory of others is nothing terrible. "

 The person was obviously startled by my aggressive behavior, he stepped back to avoid things flying out of my backpack. He replied in Chinese: "Oh my, a girl who looks gentle and why so fierce? Go look at the street, do you say the reason? You still beat people, you believe I will fight. back to you? "

 I was crazy, so in spite of everything, I rushed in front of him: "Okay, now you hit, not hit me is my nephew".

 He stared at me, his eyes flashing with an eerie gleam, like surprise, like waking up. Then he laughed: "Ok, you look like you are dangerous. Today my eyes are wide open."

 He grabbed my backpack, I tried to pull it back but it failed. I glared at him, and he just smiled, his gaze shifting back and forth on my face.

 The other side of the car opened, and a native girl with a fiery body got out of the car. She stood at the door of the car and called the man, "Mark, get in the car!". Her voice was as crisp as running water.

 Odessa temperature in October is relatively low. Yet the woman was still wearing a short leopard-lined leopard dress. The plump breasts and long legs dangled in the cold weather. She was not afraid of being frozen, I pouted contemptuously.

 Women dressed like this can be found anywhere on the streets of Odessa. They were all very beautiful, and at the age of sixteen and seventeen, they started to make money, their target was often Chinese and Arab traders doing business in Odessa. They were the most beautiful girls, all with beautiful faces, smooth white skin like cow's milk, red lips like petals, yet unbelievably cheap, only twenty dollars for one night. .

 The Chinese merchants were lost in the joy of forgetting the sky and the sky. They claim to be "Dai Thanh artillery". "Dai Thanh" is of course only Chinese, the word "firecrackers" can only understand meaning but cannot be explained in words. In short, it was the same thing as those who drove on the street, wandering around the casino all day and talking and not knowing it was high and thick.

 Hearing the girl's call, the man smiled and let go. He went to the girl, held her waist tight and bent down to whisper something in the girl's ear. The girl laughed out loud, surveying me with her eyes.

 I knelt down to pick up every single thing that fell indiscriminately on the ground. The bitter feeling from the bottom of my heart suddenly faded away before my eyes. I do not understand why I left my parents, away from the warm, comfortable house in Beijing, to this terrible place, and also bullied by that kind of wretch.

 Tears rolled down, I wiped my hands clean. I thought to myself: At home, at most, there's nothing worth crying about. Zhao Mai, you are useless!

 "It turns out you are Zhao Mai." A pair of brown boots appeared before my eyes.

 My heart suddenly thumped, this warm, very familiar voice, remained in my memory. I raised my head and followed my jeans and leather jacket to look up. That dead man is holding my passport, excitedly flipping through the pages.

 I snatched the passport in his hand and put it in my backpack, stood up and walked away. Impossible, I thought to myself, just the same voice. That voice was so gentle, how could its owner be as shallow and vulgar as this man?

 "Hey ... hey". The man chased after, "You didn't look to see if I was hurt or not? Go out and beat someone and leave, who will the hospital fee be charged?"

 "Go die!". I turned his head and hissed at him.

 As big as this, the type I despise the most is the "flower embroidery pillow" like him. ("Tu tui thuot" (embroidered flower pillows) is an idiom that just looks perfect and its intestine is filth). I hugged my backpack and ran really fast, suddenly I felt that my life was extremely dark and the sky and sky were big, but I had no place to stay. Uncontrollable tears flowed from my eyes, so I kept crying to my door.

 Arriving at the apartment I shared with Banh Duy Duy, I was almost exhausted, and dropped down on the bed.

 Banh Duy Duy normally has lots of appointments, rarely when she's at home. Yet today she unexpectedly did not go anywhere. Hearing the sound, she ran into my room, her face still covered with a mask.

 "Zhao Mai, what are you doing?"

 I pulled the blanket over my head: "Don't bother me!".

 "What happened again? Tell me ...". Duy Duy climbed into the bed and pulled the blanket, trying to pull my face out.

 I gave in to her, and had to tell the end of the industry.

 "Is it only this little bit of a sorrowful thing?" After listening to my unlucky story, she remained as casually as not.

 I turned over: "Of course you don't mind. If I get kicked back home, my dad will probably break my leg."

 "Alright, leave it to me, look at your appearance". Duy Duy pushed me: "I have a friend who specializes in this business, let me ask him to help me."

 "Really?" I saw a glimmer of hope, spontaneously in the spirit: "How much does it cost?"

 "You're so boring, so trivial. I will tell him to collect at the family's price yet? Don't grim anymore".

 I sat up completely, sadly slowly disappearing in my heart. I started gossiping: "Where are your bees? Why don't you see anyone today? They realize your nature should start regulating?" Banh Duy Duy had so many boyfriends that I dizzy dizzy with no one to remember, and at nights she would not be home.

 "Who said that?" Duy Duy took my passport to her room, her laughter streaming through the door: "You really don't have faith in me at all."