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'I must get to my car,' Nick thought. 'Find some people ... the police ...' He ran on.
“我必须回到我的车上去，”尼克这样想着，“找一些人来……去找警察……”他继续往前奔跑。
He could still hear the gunman behind him, so he ran faster. After three or four minutes, he stopped and listened.
他仍能听到持枪的人在后面追他，于是他跑得更快了。过了三四分钟以后，他停下来四下里听了听。
Nothing. It was all quiet.
什么也没有。四周静悄悄的。
Nick was afraid. 'What's happening?' he thought. 'Why is somebody shooting at me? First a hand pushes me in front of a car, and now somebody's shooting at me!'
尼克非常害怕。“出什么事了？”他想，“为什么有人开枪打我？起初有人把我往车前推，现在又有人开枪打我！”
He waited another second or two, then walked quickly back to his car. He was very careful. He looked and listened all the time. But nobody came out of the trees, and nobody shot at him. Then he saw people - women with young children, some boys with a football, two men with a dog. He began to feel better. 'Nobody can shoot me now,' he thought. 'Not with all these people here.'
他又等了一会儿，接着快步走回停车的地方。他非常谨慎，不时地四下张望着、听着。可是再也没有人从树林里出来，更没有人朝他开枪。接着他看到了人——带着小孩的妇女、踢球的男孩子们和两个遛狗的男子。他开始感觉好些了。“现在没人能开枪打我了，”他想道，“有这么多人，肯定没人会开枪打我了。”
Ten minutes later, he was back at his car.
10分钟后他回到了汽车旁。
There was a letter on the window. Nick read it. It said:
车窗上有一封信，尼克看了看。上面写道：
I'm going to kill you, Mr Hollywood.
我要杀了你，好莱坞先生。
