'What the hell is going on?'
'Am I seeing things?'
The man struggled to get up.
But it was too late...
"Police, don't move!"
"Hands behind your head! On the ground!"
Hurried footsteps and stern shouts rang out from both ends of the stone path simultaneously.
Several swift-moving men in plainclothes rushed over. They instantly tackled the man, who had just managed to sit up, pinning him to the ground. They forced his hands behind his back and slapped on a pair of handcuffs.
Their movements were clean and efficient; they were clearly well-trained police officers.
"Take him away!"
The plainclothes officer leading the team ordered.
The man was hauled to his feet. He was like a dead weight the entire time, offering no resistance. His face was blank with confusion, as if he still hadn't processed the strange falls from moments before.
Only then did the few tourists seem to snap out of their daze.
"Officer, what's going on?" the old man asked cautiously.
