Zhao Xiaohui had just finished venting her frustration when she received a phone call from her neighbor.
"Xiaohui, come back quickly. Something's happened to Old Deng from your family!"
Zhao Xiaohui's brain seemed to ring loudly, "What happened to my Old Deng?"
"He was taken away by an ambulance covered in blood. There are quite a few police officers here too, they say someone was killed... you better get back here quickly."
"Murder?" Zhao Xiaohui's face instantly turned pale: "You... you're not trying to scare me, are you?"
"I don't know if he killed anyone, but he definitely committed a crime. Your building's entrance has been cordoned off by the police; this incident is becoming quite serious."
Meanwhile, an ambulance whizzed through the hospital gates and made its way into the emergency room.
Zhao Xiaohui watched from a distance, her heart pounding involuntarily.
Anxiety surged within her.