"What? Murder?!"
Zhouzhou immediately looked up and saw a crowd gathered not far ahead. People were all backing away in horror, leaving just one person standing in the center.
He was very pale, tall, and looked rather thin and frail. At his feet lay an old man coughing up blood--a disturbing sight. Yet the man remained indifferent, his gaze cold and unfeeling, stepping over the old man without a second glance.
The old man let out another groan, and the onlookers looked at the man with a mix of fear and accusation, too scared to confront him. Someone quietly dialed 110.
The police arrived swiftly, surrounded the man, and sternly said, "Stop right there!"
Unfazed, the man kept walking.
The police were taken aback by his audacity. "Wow, you're pretty bold, huh?" one of them said, stepping forward to subdue him.
At this moment, a hint of change finally appeared in the man's gaze as he looked up, hand slightly moving. Just then, a young voice called out, "Wait!"