Chapter 188: Mr. Lopez Was Smashed to Death
"What's wrong, Mr. Lopez? Is it incurable?"
The dean grew nervous at the sight of John's surprised expression, mistakenly believing the problem was beyond help. But John shook his head, his tone curious rather than alarmed.
"You've misunderstood me. It can be treated," he said slowly. "I'm just a little... puzzled. You're not even bald in a noticeable spot. Why are you so anxious about it?"
The dean flushed and looked away, mumbling, "It's not me who's anxious. It's my wife..."
John was at a loss for words.
Some things, truly, can't be argued with.
Before he could reply, John's eyes narrowed as he suddenly focused on something behind the dean—something atop a nearby teaching building.
Far in the distance, on the fifth floor, a shadowy figure had climbed over the guardrail.
The person was perched dangerously on the edge, swaying slightly, as if only one step away from falling.
Even in the dimness of night, the corridor light on that floor illuminated the figure clearly enough for John to recognize the impending danger.
Someone was about to jump.