Nothing happened, but the house on the west side had a lot of bad luck.
The landlord lived downstairs, and when he heard the movement outside, he went out with his rice bowl. He thought it was a lively event, but he didn't expect to die, and he was still his tenant.
There was a crisp sound at the landlord's feet, the hot food fell to the ground, and the braised pork inside was scattered and rolled down.
Three or five people were about to go home. When they passed by, they saw bodies in a pool of blood. All of them screamed and fled, smashing the braised pork on the ground. Inside, it's disgusting enough to make you vomit.
The police came over after receiving the report, and the team led by Wang Qi.
He was smoking inside the cordon, and after just two puffs, he suddenly looked up and met the boy on the third floor.
Huang Dan didn't take his eyes back, and saw a few people squatting next to Lin Mao to check on him. He couldn't understand what they said. He thought it was confirmation of death or something. Lin Mao was carried away after a while, his head ticking. Yes, blood dripped all the way.
Wang Qi, who was downstairs, closed his eyes first. He discussed with his colleagues and knew that the deceased was first caught in carbon monoxide, and then fell to his death.
Wang Qi looked up, the boy was still at the railing, the expression on his face was blurred, but he didn't seem to be afraid. He didn't remember the boy's name, but he had a little impression. Last time, a girl died in the corner room on that floor. The other party was one of several people who were taken to the police station.
It was puzzling to say the least. There were only four rooms on that floor, and five people lived there. In less than a month, two died.
If Wang Qi remembers correctly, the two who died were high school classmates who came to H City from the county on the same day to paint in the small studio in the Agricultural University.
Wang Qi took someone upstairs, and Huang Dan knew that Shen Liang and Qi Fang were both staying in their respective rooms.
Shen Liang's hair was a little messy, and his clothes and trousers were wrinkled. He seemed to have shrunk into the bed before that. He looked like he had just woken up, "What's wrong?"
After Wang Qi spoke, Shen Liang found Huang Dan's figure and asked him for confirmation, his voice trembling, "Is Lin Mao dead?"
Huang Dan noticed that Shen Liang's pupils were tightly locked and his eyes were wide open, he nodded, "Yeah."
Shen Liang took a step back, the blood on his face faded instantly, "Impossible!"
Huang single-handedly pointed downstairs, his eyes stayed on Shen Liang, "Lin Mao is still in that car, you can see him now."
Shen Liang didn't go, he squeezed his little finger earnestly, his voice no longer trembled, but his breathing became more chaotic, "How did you die?"
Huang Dan said, "It fell from the railing."
Shen Liangyin roared with a sullen face, "What about you? Why didn't you catch him?"
Huang Dan said, "I didn't catch it."
Shen Liang's tears fell to the ground. He leaned back against the wall and slowly squatted to the ground, covering his face and shaking his shoulders and crying.
Huang Dan's eyes flashed, when Xia Wei died, Shen Liang's eyes were a little red, but this time he cried so sadly.
The same classmates, boys and girls, boys and boys, these two kinds of friendship may not be the same, or there are other reasons, Huang Dan has not found it yet.
Wang Qi and two colleagues have been silent, who did not come from the youth, there are a few buddies with two ribs.
Shen Liang hadn't cried enough yet, and let him out. He was pulling on the plastic black sandals, wearing shorts and a vest. He didn't feel cold at all, and he yawned when he spoke.
Knowing about Lin Mao, Qi Fang went to Huang Dan, stretched his neck and looked down, saw the pool of blood downstairs, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he turned his back.
Seeing Wang Qi and several others coming over, they all bared their teeth and said weakly, "I'm a little dizzy."
Huang Dan was thoughtful.
Qi slowed down and reached out to pat Huang Dan's shoulder, his fingers tightened and pinched, as if silently comforting.
Huang Dan didn't feel his comfort, only the pain. As a history major, the only fun is to play the guitar. No matter how strong his hand is, he is almost catching up with Chen Shi.
So one more person cried.
Compared with the pain of Shen Liang's collapse when he opened the gate, Huang Dan's eyes were red, and two or three tears were dripping, and the repressed gas was negligible.
The next morning, the three Huang Dan were taken to the police station to record their statements. This was the second time.
When Lin Mao fell from the building, someone happened to see it, no one pushed him, he turned it down by himself, otherwise Huang Dan would be listed as a suspect for interrogation.
Wang Qi put away the notes, and found that the boy didn't get up, he said firmly, "You have something to say."
Huang Dan said, "I left the studio in the evening and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. When I climbed to the second floor, I looked up and saw