She staggered and fell. Her leather jacket and T-shirt had already been slashed open, and blood gushed from the wound on her back. As she hit the ground, her face flashed briefly beneath the streetlights. Her features were somewhat rugged, her hair cropped short, but even with a nose stud, her sex was unmistakable.
Both her chest and her petite frame told Qin Ran that the unconscious person on the ground was a woman.
But to Qin Ran, strangers received no special treatment, whether they were men or women.
Qin Ran admired gentlemen who believed a woman deserved care simply because she was a woman, but he would never become one of them.
It was much the same with heroes.
People praised heroes.
Because heroes usually became famous after they died.
So Qin Ran grew wary.
He had no desire to die without even knowing why.
Besides, this was far too much of a coincidence.
He had only just found a corpse here.
The next moment, someone had come barging in-Qin Ran's 3S+ Perception told him clearly that she had headed straight here from dozens of meters away.
Aside from some special feature of this place that made the woman feel safe, what else could have brought a gravely wounded woman here?
There were few possible answers.
Qin Ran chose the worst one: to discover "his corpse."
Naturally, while examining the corpse earlier, Qin Ran had also checked the surroundings.
But there had been nothing special about them.
Therefore, she had most likely come here for "his corpse."
Of course, that might not have been her intention.
It could merely have been a clever arrangement.
Who had arranged it?
Presumably, the murderer who had killed "him."
But as he considered this possibility, more questions arose in Qin Ran's mind.
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