A moment later.
He was shocked by the scene before him.
There was someone lying in the bathtub.
Although he could not see her face, it was apparent that she was a female survivor, dressed in neat and clean clothes. Her wrist, exposed outside, bore a wound, and the floor was covered in blood, which had already begun to coagulate.
The broken mirror was the critical item that had sliced her wrist.
He knew the survivor had already died.
"What on earth had you all done to her? Never mind, don't speak, I think I can guess," Lin Fan withdrew from the room, making sure to close the bathroom door behind him.
He could understand.
This survivor, dressed neatly, simply wanted to depart peacefully, overwhelmed by too much suffering, unable to bear it, and not even wanting to bear it.
Therefore.
He respected the other's choice.
He didn't want to disturb.
Didn't want to inquire.
