Chen Xiao looked vacantly, glanced at Old Xing and said, "How to kill? That depends on your understanding of the act of killing."
As he spoke... he unconsciously licked his lips, "For example... accidentally, you knock over a flower pot from the window, and it happens to kill a woman below, is that considered murder?"
Old Xing, having been in the police force for so many years, didn't think twice before answering: "Falling object from a high altitude, involuntary manslaughter, there's no question about it."
Chen Xiao nodded: "Hmm, of course, there's no question about it, but let's add another factor, what if the woman was your girlfriend? Oh oh, I know you don't have that sort of thing, I mean hypothetically, and, you just had a quarrel with this non-existent woman last week. Of course, you really didn't want to kill her, it's just another coincidence, how would you judge this then?"
