The attacker had been shot dead. Uncle Zhang was dead?!
The sudden news jolted Zhang Yuanqing's mind awake, only for it to plunge into chaos again. He sat blankly on the bed.
After seven or eight seconds, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, speaking rapidly.
"How did you confirm the killer's identity? Where was he shot dead? Tell me exactly what happened."
Guan Ya's voice came from the speaker.
"This morning, while Wei Yuanzhou was patrolling the hospital, he caught last night's attacker. He successfully killed the enemy with a sneak attack, and the body has already been transported back to the Quiet Sea City Public Security Bureau.
"He was about 1.7 meters tall, around sixty years old, with very dark skin, thick fingers, and heavy calluses. There were burn scars on his chest, and the fresh flesh that grew overnight proves it too. The knife wound you inflicted is still there as well."
It was Uncle Zhang. Zhang Yuanqing instantly understood something. It felt as if his heart had been stabbed, and he sprang from the bed. Wearing only boxer briefs and barefoot, he strode out of the room.
Bang!
His face taut, he kicked open the door to the standard room next door. The room was empty, and the bed someone had slept in last night had already been neatly made.
Uncle Zhang had already left.
"Yuanshi, what happened over there?" Guan Ya had heard the sound of him kicking down the door.
"I'm fine, Sister Guan Ya. Send me a photo—the attacker's photo." Zhang Yuanqing stared at the empty bed.
"The body has been taken to the Public Security Bureau, and I'm still at the hospital. Fine, I'll go to the Public Security Bureau now. Luckily, it isn't far. Wait a moment."