"Did he still die?" Sun Hang asked tentatively.
Zuo Jun nodded. "I waited nearly a minute before the van that was supposed to lose control entered my field of vision. But it slowly stopped at the red light, with no sign at all of faulty brakes. I could see clearly through the half-lowered window that the driver was perfectly lucid... Yet in the timeline where the van lost control, that driver had clearly looked completely drunk."
"Then how did he die?"
"He broke free of my grip and walked forward. He crossed the street safely and made it all the way to the other side." Zuo Jun spoke calmly. "Then a flowerpot falling from above struck him on the head, killing him on the spot."
"Murder?" Professor Cao could not help narrowing his eyes. "Someone wanted that man dead, but when you pulled him away, the van lost its best chance to do the job. Then another killer on one of the upper floors used a precisely dropped flowerpot to 'make up for it'?"
"That flowerpot was knocked over by a stray cat, and it had been sitting there for several months. I went through my past memories, and every time I passed that intersection, the flowerpot had been there... Therefore, that person's death could only be attributed to an 'accident,'" Zuo Jun said.
"For some reason, this reminds me of an old saying: 'Good advice cannot save someone determined to die.' If that guy hadn't broken free of you, he wouldn't have been killed by the flowerpot," Sun Hang said.
"No. I tried to save him again afterward, but this time, what fell wasn't a flowerpot."
"What was it?"
"The cat that was supposed to knock over the flowerpot."
"So no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't change