When people heard about someone jumping from a building, they instinctively thought of a mangled corpse on the ground.
And... the rooftop the person had jumped from.
But what if the jumper had never been to the rooftop?
Qin Ran recalled the doctor's breathing, which had remained rapid despite his attempts to steady it, and his words: "My office is at the other end of the corridor."
For most people who fell from a building, there was little difference between the seventh-floor rooftop and the fifth floor.
Especially when someone had deliberately arranged things.
Death had already been assured.
There was only one office for the doctor on duty on the fifth floor.
Qin Ran learned its exact location as he passed a nurse.
Standing before the door, Qin Ran kicked it open.
The middle-aged doctor they had just met sat behind his desk, with a cup of coffee in front of him.
He looked surprised to see Qin Ran and Boskin burst in.
"What's wrong?"
"Has something happened? I've already examined the nurse who jumped. Unfortunately, she showed no signs of life."
The middle-aged doctor's face was filled with regret.
"N-no, nothing... It's just, just..."
Boskin stammered, trying to explain.
At the same time, he looked toward Qin Ran.
He hoped Qin Ran would explain instead of leaving it to him.
In fact, Boskin was still completely baffled.
Qin Ran, however, had no intention of speaking. With [Tracking] active, he began scanning the entire office.
"Is there something you need?"
"If not, please leave my office. I have a great deal to deal with because of this suicide!"
Having received no satisfactory answer, the middle-aged doctor began asking Qin Ran and Boskin to leave.
"Of course you have a great deal to deal with. An unexpected murder left far