"Saying this," Grandma Wengui trembled with worry, aware that this relative was rumored to be mentally ill, someone who could kill without consequence.
Hearing this, Nie Jiamin listened all the way, and when he heard this part, he understood some of what the elderly were saying, his eyebrows furrowing as he told his student, "Call the police!"
It was possible to call the police, but the teacher might not be aware, being from abroad, that in such places, waiting for the police could take an eternity. There was no other choice; the nearest police station was too far, and distant waters won't quench near fires.
Who could have predicted the current situation, with a family member of a patient who seemed to be mentally ill appearing so suddenly?
Fortunately, aside from the diminishing sound of the rain, the toot toot of car engines, someone had arrived.