Chen Yihan saw the woman. He saw me, too.
"Director Chen?"
Someone called out from behind Chen Yihan.
Chen Yihan glanced over, frowning. Just as he turned to speak, a moan came from inside the room.
Zhu Mei wasn't dead. She happened to moan at that very moment.
The table blocked my view, so I couldn't see Zhu Mei, but I'd heard a faint tapping on the table with her fingers earlier.
Right after that single tap, Zhu Mei had made a sound.
Chen Yihan's expression didn't change, but if you watched his lips closely, you could tell he'd changed what he was about to say at the last second. "Miss Zhu is injured. Hurry and call an ambulance. Get the first-aid kit."
He stopped blocking the doorway and moved aside, letting the people outside enter the room.
Like Chen Yihan, everyone who came in wore a police uniform. But none of them even glanced at me or the woman.
Chen Yihan didn't let his guard down. His gaze still kept flicking toward the woman.
"...This looks like... self-harm?" The police officer examining Zhu Mei said in disbelief before getting back to work.
Zhu Mei's injuries were serious. I caught sight of the blood on the floor. It had spread as far as I could see. She'd lost a lot of blood.
The ambulance arrived soon after, and the medical staff carried in a stretcher.
Covered in blood, Zhu Mei was lifted onto the stretcher. She moaned the whole way, strangely dodging the people around her and even trying to hurt herself.
The crowd grew noisy and confused.
Amid the chaos, Chen Yihan stayed behind and closed the door.
He stared at the woman, then glanced at me.
For a moment, I had no idea how to explain the whole