"You're saying Old Man Zhu, the man who collects our trash, is gone? So suddenly? How did it happen?"
As soon as Xia Xian returned to the dormitory, her roommates crowded around her, all talking at once. After all, a death had occurred shortly after the start of the semester; it was impossible not to feel uneasy.
"It’s true. It happened just a couple of days ago, on Friday night. Old Man Zhu didn't die of illness—he fell from the rooftop. It was at the men’s dormitory in the West District. He died such a miserable death; his body was essentially crushed. It was horrific."
Chapter 149