He was a robber, had been in jail, and later killed a man. It was a dead-end situation when he went to rob a bank—a small savings bank that had never been robbed before. Things didn't go well; two women resisted desperately, and he ended up killing one and hijacking a car. Because someone called the police, the patrol cars were getting closer. He hijacked this woman with him, speeding away in the car, hitting a lot of people and knocking over many stalls.
This girl was just 21 years old, working hard for her job. She read tirelessly and after graduation sought help from many people, even giving gifts of money. She sold her blood so her brother could attend school as her gift to him. Her parents were deceased, and she only had this one brother. She thought her life was already bitter enough, and just a few days into her job, she faced such terrible things. There was no fear of survival at this point. Finally, he was surrounded by the police. All the officers asked him to put down his gun and not hurt the hostage. Frantically, he shouted, pointing the gun at her neck where drops of blood began to ooze.
She shed tears, knowing she had likely hit the outlaw and there was little chance of survival. She shook her head, saying, "I can't marry you. I see you and my brother as similar in age."
Him, not only armed with guns but also detonators capable of blowing up the car, suddenly wanted to chat because his life experience was also unfortunate. His parents divorced early, and he too had a sister who was attending university. But he didn't want his sister to know he was a murderer!
She spoke about her childlike things and mentioned her brother who used to weave gloves. At 13, after she had to find a 20-year-old girl to help her, she continued talking, shedding tears.
He looked ahead, observing those statements and the surrounding police. Then, he glanced at the girl, suddenly feeling how beautiful the earth was, but everything was too late. He took out his mobile phone and handed it to her, saying, "You eat it. I'm working overtime at the unit and won't be back..." continuing a conversation with her brother, crying over the steering wheel.
She couldn't believe her ears. She never knew that the homemade phone she saved, that phone, awakened the last remaining good in the robber's heart, that little bit of goodness, which would save her life!
She had just reached the safety zone when they heard a gunshot. Turning around, she saw that he fell onto the steering wheel. The robber committed suicide.
Many people asked what she said in the end that made the robber actually let her go and then give up the only chance of survival. She said quietly, "I only said a few words. I said my brother's last words were: QQ1293426800" (Editor: ninety-nine article network).
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