Lin Qiqi was strangling herself. She was clearly running out of air. Her face turned purple, and hoarse, rasping sounds escaped her throat. She was reaching her limit.
Several police officers rushed forward to grab her hands, but it seemed useless. Lin Qiqi struggled frantically, as if she had gone mad. She wrenched free, clawing the face of the nearest officer, then fell to her knees with a THUD and resumed clawing at her neck. She desperately grabbed and tore at it, her sharp nails leaving hideous crimson gashes on her skin!
Kneeling with her head thrown back, she dug relentlessly at her throat, as if it were being gnawed on by a swarm of insects. The itching and pain were unbearable. She had to grab, to scratch, to tear the skin from her neck and rip the flesh away—
