Hearing the police ask, "Young girl, was it you who called the police?"
Che Huan couldn't make a sound and could only nod desperately.
When asked which one was still alive, she looked at the man beside her.
The police came over, checked for breathing, and quickly moved the man onto the police car. An older police officer came over, helped Che Huan up, "Young girl, are you cold? Come get in the car and warm up."
Too tense to move, Che Huan had been squatting for too long, and her legs had gone numb, so she could only hobble over.
Once in the police car, she finally dared to take a closer look at the unconscious man. Even with stains on his face, his features were very handsome. She noticed blood on his arm; it appeared he had been shot.
He didn't look very old. What did he do for a living?
She couldn't help but draw a big question mark in her mind.
After a while, she heard the police outside saying, "Only one survived."
