Xia Xin kept his head down, watching the ants. When he heard these words, he abruptly raised his head and stood up suddenly, "Wen, Wen Mao is dead?"
What the heck, did he hear it wrong?
Qin Yingjun’s voice was hoarse, "Yes... I, I just got the news just now..."
Xia Xin instinctively looked at Jiangli’s tightly closed room door and thought of what the ancestor had said yesterday, feeling a chill all over.
In the scorching heat, standing in the sunlight of the corridor, he didn’t feel any warmth at all, instead, his heart tightened.
Xia Xin bit his thumb and asked, "Wha... what happened?"
Qin Yingjun was very tired and frightened, as if he was also shocked by this incident.
He had learned the news a few minutes ago. His mother had called him and said that something happened at his aunt’s house, and that’s how he knew Wen Mao was dead.
And Wen Mao’s death started from a very small incident.
Wen Mao had recently moved to a new place, a bit small, with neighbors on both sides, and the corridor was somewhat narrow.
He left Qin Yingjun’s house yesterday, went out drinking all night, and returned this morning, reeking of alcohol and fuming with anger, just in time to find that new neighbors were moving in next door. They hadn’t organized their belongings yet, and many things were scattered in the corridor.
Wen Mao, already simmering with anger, and perhaps fueled by the alcohol, saw this and his fury escalated. He kicked over their boxes with a single kick.
The female owner of the neighboring house came out upon hearing the commotion, and seeing the scene, instead of getting angry, she apologized, saying she would tidy up soon and move the items away.
But Wen Mao only grew angrier, cursing and saying they were brainless, inconsiderate, and taking up other people’s space.
The woman, a young girl, was quite frightened and kept apologizing to Wen Mao.
Wen Mao seemed not to notice, turning around and kicking over all their belongings in the corridor, making a big mess.
The male owner of the neighboring house came out after hearing the noise, and upon seeing the scene, naturally started an argument with Wen Mao.
The neighbors started by apologizing too, saying they would move the items soon and that they were all neighbors; if there were any complaints, they should be discussed civilly without resorting to physical actions.
Upon hearing this, Wen Mao directly started a fight, knocking the male owner to the ground with a kick.
While cursing, he said he wouldn’t only mess with these things, but he would also beat them up, and see what they could do to him.
Seeing that they were about to fight, the female owner tried to intervene, but Wen Mao turned and pushed her hard against the wall.
The male owner, a young man, seemingly overwhelmed by anger, glanced at the exposed knife in the upturned box.
Without thinking, he grabbed the knife and lunged at Wen Mao.
Wen Mao turned around, and the blade pierced his chest and abdomen.
Everything was clearly captured by the corridor’s surveillance camera.
"Master Xia Xin, how could it be such a coincidence..." Qin Yingjun’s voice choked a bit, "My mom said that the knife just happened to pierce Wen Mao’s heart... The ambulance hadn’t even arrived and he, he was already gone..."
"This..." Xia Xin was stunned, unable to process it for a long time. Indeed, it was too much of a coincidence.
Qin Yingjun felt some guilt, "Do you think if I had sent him home last night, this wouldn’t have happened?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin frowned tightly, trying to console him, "This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Qin... No one could have expected this to happen, just because of a little argument..."
Indeed, no one could have expected it.
Not even Qin Yingjun, nor the male owner of that house.