Pretending to flee in panic, Xia Xu passed Dong Shasha's hospital room and glanced inside.
Just one look made his breath catch.
Inside, blood flowed like a river.
But it was not the killer who had been shot dead. Instead, the dozen or so plainclothes police officers who had just rushed into the room had all taken multiple bullets and now lay silently on the floor.
Most were already dead. Only two were barely clinging to life, their chests still rising and falling faintly.
Neither the killer nor Dong Shasha and her mother were visible in the room, but in that fleeting glance inside, Xia Xu seemed to have seen several dark shapes shoot out through the shattered window.
Although he had not seen them clearly, he could be certain that those dark shapes were probably not people. They had a matte metallic sheen, and there was a faint whistling sound as they cut through the air.
"He Qing, get some doctors over here, quick!"
Saving lives came first. Xia Xu had no time to think and hurriedly called out to He Qing.
Fortunately, this was already the intensive care unit, with the emergency department and operating rooms right next door. With help from the plainclothes police officers rushing up from downstairs, doctors soon came and saved the few who were still breathing.
Thanks to the earlier chaos, along with their help in saving several officers, Xia Xu and He Qing escaped suspicion. They were only asked a few questions and had brief statements taken.
Unfortunately, the police did not reveal any details of the case to him. After all, unlike back in De City, he did not currently hold the title of special consultant. To the police, he was just an ordinary passerby.
"Bochao, help me check Duan Zhiyi's