Bingxin and Xiaotao looked at me with amusement in their eyes. In the face of such a coincidence, I was rendered speechless. Spreading my hands, I said, "Let's go and have a look at who’s died because of me."

Fortunately, it wasn’t actually a murder, just two men quarreling. One was a gangster with tattoo-covered arms, while the other was an intellectual in glasses. Just as the big gangster stretched out his fist, the man in glasses stuffed his collar into the other man’s hand and shouted, "Murder! He’s trying to kill me!"

Although we weren’t with the local police, we couldn't just pretend to look the other way. As soon as Xiaotao pulled out her ID, the big guy immediately did a 180. Smiling, he said,...