The police were under immense pressure, and at this time, news broke of the perpetrator's confession.
It was a man in his forties who claimed to be a patient of Lucy's. He had gone to the neurosurgery department due to brain cancer, and after reviewing his test results, Lucy told him he couldn't undergo surgery and rejected him, advising him to go home for conservative treatment. To him, it felt like a death sentence. Harboring resentment, he learned that due to maintenance work that day, the traffic lights on that street had the entire power supply shut off. He secretly went to the hospital, turned off the surveillance above Lucy's car, picked the lock, hid in the back seat, and damaged the car's auto-recording equipment.
Then he shot her multiple times in the legs. Once she was incapacitated and unconscious, he wrapped her up and took her to the seaside in a van.
The gun was a relic from his great-grandfather's wartime days, which he had modified himself into a silenced gun.
