Feng Baoguang's scalp tingled with fear, his fingers scratching at the slippery ground, but there was no time to get up.
He watched helplessly as the thermos cup rolled rapidly, irrevocably making a close contact with the electric wire.
Feng Baoguang saw the water droplets on the cup vaporize in the electric current, forming a strange mist. The next second, dazzling blue light, seemingly brighter than the Sun, opened like the gates of hell before his eyes.
In the strong light, the last image was burnt onto his retinas:
A figure draped in a black raincoat squatting in front of him, the hem of the raincoat hanging down, revealing the shiny tip of a leather shoe.
Under the raincoat was a pair of cold golden-rimmed glasses, the eyes behind them pale as a dead person.
"Help...help me..."
Feng Baoguang's vocal cords were paralyzed, the words were more like a final testament squeezed from the depths of his soul.
