星辰大海的传说

At the moment when the fire extinguisher cylinder hit the cubicle door lock, Gu Mingcheng heard the metallic friction sound of bullets being loaded. This sound once saved his life when he was being followed by drug lords in Mexico City in his first year as a private equity fund manager.
"Don't come over here!" The hoarse male voice gasped like a broken bellows, "I have a gasoline bottle in my hand!"
Gu Mingcheng's pupils shrank slightly. Through the gap in the door, he could see the cleaner Lao Wu curled up in the corner. This man, who was imprisoned for attempted sexual assault in his previous life, was now holding a utility knife against Lin Wanqiu's throat. The girl's white school uniform was stained with dirty water from the mop bucket, but the most eye-catching thing was the teeth marks on her collarbone that were bleeding.

The shadowless lamp on the operating table left the last spot of light on the retina, and Gu Mingcheng heard the sharp beep of the ECG monitor. Warm blood was gushing out from the penetrating wound between the ribs, just like the blood flowers that bloomed when Su Yuqing curled up in his arms on that rainy night three years ago.
"The patient is in ventricular fibrillation! Prepare for defibrillation!"
Memories surged in his near-death dizziness. He remembered how he drank the glass of cyanide-laced champagne at the Wall Street celebration party, the sneer of his fiancée Lin Xueluo as she walked into the hotel with his partner Zhou Ziyang, and the sinister eyes of Zhou Ziyang in the rearview mirror when the out-of-control truck smashed the windshield.