A few minutes later.
Listening to Feng Yuhuai's steady breathing, Zhang Liyou suddenly opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils staring intently at the pale wall in front of him. His fingers, tense under the covers, gripped his phone tightly, knuckles mirroring the wall's color.
On the phone screen was a string of numbers, those were digits Feng Yuhuai was extremely familiar with—the patrol office's emergency number.
The numbers were already entered, only the call button remained unpressed, but Zhang Liyou's index finger stiffened as if drained of blood, incapable of completing this simple action for a long time.
"I did not see Feng Yuhuai killing anyone; I only saw Xiaojuan and Yazhi growing heads from her body. Even if I called the police, would anyone believe me?"
