Early in the morning, a crowd gathered downstairs from Building Seven.
Looking from the balcony, a lot of people were crowded around the spot where someone had jumped yesterday.
After eating breakfast and washing up, Qin Ziwen went downstairs.
"Sigh, why would someone suddenly jump? I think this is the first time it's happened in our Gated Community."
"Judging by the location, he must be from Building Seven. Does anyone here know him?"
The deceased was a man, lying face up. A pool of brownish-red blood had collected beneath him. His hair was graying; he wasn't young.
Huang Tao pushed through the crowd and sighed, "I know him. He lived on the top floor."
A neighbor in the crowd said, "I remember now. His wife was dragged away by a crocodile yesterday afternoon when she was fetching water by the river. By the time he got the news and rushed over, she was already gone."
"God, that's horrible. Does he have any other family?"
