Opening my eyes again, I found myself lying on a hospital bed.

Two police officers stood by the bed, one on the left and one on the right.

I sat up abruptly, anxious to report the case, but when I opened my mouth, my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't speak.

The police officers gestured for me to lie back down and brought me a glass of water.

"Your neighbor in Apartment 403 is a wanted fugitive who has taken more than a dozen lives over the past two years.

"We have found the tools used in the crimes at his place, and based on fingerprint matching from the crime scene investigation, we have confirmed that he is the killer. Unfortunately, during the pursuit, he was shot and couldn't be saved..."

"He got off too easily without facing legal trial!"

The younger-looking police officer said through gritted teeth.

I hurriedly asked about 202's condition.

The police officer's expression turned serious as he sighed, "She suffered a severe head injury and is still lying in the ICU. We don't know if she will wake up, and even if she does, the doctors say she will likely be in a vegetative state."

After finishing the statement, I went alone to visit 202.