My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1226 - 483: Recruiting Another General, Midnight Murder_3
Previously on My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points...
Bang!
A thunderous crash exploded from the rear, echoing ominously through the quiet darkness of the night.
He whirled around on instinct to investigate.
Under the faint glow of the streetlamp, he spotted a massive flower pot that had tumbled right onto the spot where he'd been moments before. Dirt lay strewn across the ground, and the plant within it, no matter the type, appeared to have perished long ago.
"Murder, someone is trying to murder me!"
Zhou Can wasn't some naive kid and swiftly grasped with keen insight that an assailant sought his life.
Had he reacted a fraction slower in evading, that hefty flower pot smashing into his skull would have ended him on the spot.
It's crucial to understand that anything dropping from great heights, even a mere egg, can effortlessly crack open a human cranium.
Today, laws exist to penalize objects falling from above since they pose a grave danger to those on foot below.
Certain pairs quarrel, and in a fit of anger, hurl cutting tools or containers from their windows.
Striking and fatally injuring a passerby underneath is all too simple.
Stores flank either side of this road, their entrances shut tight.
The structures here aren't overly tall, typically spanning about eleven or nine floors.
In the downtown district, many edifices are quite aged, where eleven levels count as lofty. Others are even briefer, merely seven or six stories high.
Since tearing down buildings costs far more than buying new plots, scarce construction firms bother revamping these historic neighborhoods.
Zhou Can gazed upward toward the roof.借助 the dim twinkling of stars, no figures came into view.
Should he dial the authorities or hold off?
Right then, a few locals stirred from their slumber, peering out through their casements downward.
The wrongdoer had planned ahead, undoubtedly setting up a solid getaway.
Alerting the cops at this hour could yield minimal results.
Furthermore, authorities might dismiss it as mere chance mishap.
Yet, it could startle the offender somewhat, and discovering any leads would be perfect.
Should no clues emerge, filing the complaint still serves as solid proof for future legal action upon capturing the guilty party.
Ultimately, Zhou Can pulled out his mobile and contacted law enforcement.
Deep into the night, the duty cop rushed to the location shortly after getting the alert.
Zhou Can gave a quick rundown of events, while the officers noted his personal details and logged the occurrence.
Afterward, they circled to the storefronts' front and proceeded to the structure's rear.
Being well-versed in the locale, the handling policeman guided them smoothly to the staircase ascending. Upon the uppermost level, a corroded metal ladder leaned against the shaft for light.
They labored to ascend; the roof featured waterproof concrete panels, scattered with assorted refuse.
Close to the roadside of the mishap, various flower containers sat. The greenery within most had withered away.
Three such containers rested right at the rooftop's brink.
Remember, a barrier roughly half a meter tall guarded the perimeter. Setting pots directly atop that barrier struck as highly irregular.
Zhou Can prepared to shift one for closer inspection.
"Don’t move!"
A senior policeman halted him.
Scowling, the cop retrieved gloves from his attire and slipped them on prior to shifting a container.
A different officer directed a beam from his torch toward the pot's underside.
"These flower pots look recently set on the railing. No signs of prior wear show on their bases. Just before, I spotted imprints on the surface indicating four pots had stood there."
Indeed experts, they promptly uncover odd indicators without much fuss.
By now, it's clear as day that an individual intentionally aimed to end Zhou Can using these pots.
Staging it to resemble a fatal mishap from a dropped item aloft.
"Bring these three containers in, perhaps we can pull prints off them. This could turn from mishap into a full-blown crime."
"Mr. Zhou, any recent disputes with folks?"
"I work as a physician in the ER at Tuya Hospital, handling loads of cases daily. At times, folks misunderstand and challenge my treatment methods. Now and then, relatives push absurd demands, and when refused, they could build grudges against me. Yet, no outright confrontations have arisen. Observe how I'm only wrapping up my shift this late. Once home, I wash up and crash, leaving no chance for feuds."
Deep exasperation filled Zhou Can, clueless about his would-be murderer's identity.