“Professor Oman? Professor Oman?” Linda knelt by the old man, frantically calling his name. 

The old man was not dead yet. He looked at Linda with his eyes filled with fear. He seemed to want to lift his hand but he could only move a finger. 

Linda panicked. “Professor, don’t be afraid. You’ll be alright! I’ll call the ambulance now!” She quickly pulled out her phone to call the emergency line. 

She had just reported their address when a sound came from his throat. “Ugh.” It was his last breath. His pupils started to dilate as they slowly dimmed.

“Professor? Professor?!” Linda grabbed his hand, calling his name. She shook his arm, desperately trying to wake him. 

Professor Oman did not respond. 

Xia Lei’s eye swept across the entire study. The study was in a mess, the books on the shelves were scattered on the ground. The drawers and wooden cupboards were opened violently...