By the time his bag hit the ground, he’d already reached the police. He shouted “Hands off my DVDs!” at the top of his lungs, ripped the case out of the hands of one of the officers, and took off through the passageway, heading north. As he ran, he continued shouting, “My DVDs!” The police hadn’t expected anything like that, they abandoned Kuang Shan and took off after Dunhuang. He sprinted, case in hand, while the police shouted at him to stop. He wasn’t about to stop, though — he dodged around any corner he saw, and soon found that he’d made a full circle back to where they’d started. Xiaorong sat on the ground, a pool of red spreading between her legs, a few concerned bystanders gathered around and trying to help her up. Kuang Shan was nowhere in sight. He had meant to run past Xiaorong, but Dunhuang changed course suddenly, and the metal case banged against one knee, sending him sprawling — the case smashed to the ground and burst open, scattering garish DVDs everywhere. One of the bystanders shouted in surprise. Nearly every DVD cover featured a pair of smooth white legs, a pair of smooth white breasts.