Faced with such an uncooperative resident.
Even with Manager Mao Li Zhishu’s good temper, he couldn’t just let this slide.
So.
Eileen probably had no idea if she’d come to regret her current behavior.
Seeing that this crazy woman was so disobedient.
Manager Mao Li Zhishu, along with the men he had summoned to restrain Eileen.
Under his lead, they all dragged her together to a room within the massive underground space where Old Dog raised his dogs.
Then... well, what happened next went without saying.
Eileen was an American woman, a foreign chick.
Manager Mao Li Zhishu and the residents he called over had never played with a white woman before.
So, what Eileen endured that night was easy to imagine.
After messing around all night, Manager Mao Li Zhishu got tired too.
A few of them discussed it and decided to lock Eileen in here and keep her around for fun.
That was the original plan, but who would’ve thought one of them was also audaciously bold.
He actually wanted to use Eileen’s mouth.
Eileen was a ruthless one too—she bit down hard right then and directly bit it off.
Her mouth was filled with blood.
And the guy who got bitten naturally rolled on the ground in pain.
So they quickly called an ambulance and sent that man and his "good buddy" off together.
After sending him to the ambulance and coming back to Eileen.
A few of them discussed it—this woman was too fierce to keep around; if they left her alive, she might suddenly bite them one day too.
Therefore, Manager Mao Li Zhishu and the others beat Eileen, this foreign woman, to death with their bare hands.
A person, crossing oceans from their own country to another to live.
Would face many hardships.
And might also encounter discrimination and exclusion.
Wasn’t Alice Apartment the same?
With your white face here, even if there’s no deliberate discrimination or exclusion.
You’re still too conspicuous and always draw attention.
Once you attract attention, certain things happen.
At times like this, you need to keep a low profile, but Eileen clearly didn’t have the word "low-key" in her life.
If it weren’t so, she wouldn’t have died.
After death, the body had to be disposed of.
Manager Mao Li Zhishu didn’t waste anything—he sent Eileen’s body to Old Fang.
Consider it a favor.
"Is this the pit dug for Eileen?"
Manager Mao Li Zhishu stared at the pit that wasn’t very deep yet, feeling like it would barely be enough to bury a body.
"No, the one over there is. This pit just started being dug today; how could it be done that fast?"
Old Fang led Manager Mao Li Zhishu to a large pit about seven or eight meters away.
This pit was wide and deep enough.
Not just enough to bury one person—it could hold five or six.
In many movies and TV shows, there’s often a plot like this.
Someone kills another person.
Terrified, they dig a pit to bury the corpse.
And then they dig a pit really quickly.
But in real life, that’s obviously impractical.
For a person to dig a pit big enough to bury someone, they’d need to dig continuously for at least five or six hours, maybe seven or eight.
And that’s assuming they never stop and their strength never runs out.
After delivering Eileen’s body, Manager Mao Li Zhishu left the place.
Old Fang, on the other hand, dragged Eileen’s corpse and tossed it into the big pit.
Then he started backfilling.
When it was almost filled in, he would plant a sapling that had been prepared in advance on top.
"When will this kind of human tree ever grow a living person?"
After finishing, Old Fang rested his arms on the shovel and couldn’t help but ponder deeply.
...
Jiang Ran and Yang Qi returned from the orphanage to Alice Apartment at around one in the afternoon.
Having gone to the orphanage, Jiang Ran was deeply moved.
After getting back to Alice Apartment, the two went their separate ways.
Yang Qi had things to do in the afternoon; he heard he was taking a part-time job at some convenience store.
When Jiang Ran returned to Building No. 1, he saw the management office on the first floor.
Li Shumu was talking with Manager Mao Li Zhishu inside.
He ignored them and just wanted to go home and lie down.
Inside the management office.
Li Shumu asked Manager Mao Li Zhishu, "What happened to that foreign woman from last night?"
Manager Mao Li Zhishu said, "After calming her down yesterday, she went back to Building No. 2."
Li Shumu: "Which apartment does she live in?"
Manager Mao Li Zhishu: "Room 602. Why? Have you taken a liking to her? Want to go hit on her?"
Li Shumu chuckled and turned to leave Building No. 1.
As he left, Manager Mao Li Zhishu’s eyes never left him, not moving an inch.
"What does this guy want?"
His eyes narrowed.
Just as he was returning from sending that American woman Eileen’s body to Old Fang.
He had already seen Li Shumu sitting in the management office for who knows how long.
And now he’s asking these kinds of questions—could he be planning to follow the trail of that foreign woman all the way up to find some so-called deranged criminal? A deranged serial killer?
"This lab rat, I’m starting to find him really annoying too."
Administrators could also be taken down or eliminated in the apartment.
So Manager Mao Li Zhishu inexplicably felt a strong sense of crisis rising within him.
Building No. 2.
Li Shumu returned here and took the elevator to the sixth floor.
Once on the sixth floor, he stood in front of the black security door of Room 602 and kept ringing the doorbell.
But he rang the doorbell repeatedly for three minutes without anyone opening the door.
Then, he pressed his right ear against the door, trying to hear any noise inside, but he couldn’t detect any unusual sounds.
So, he went back down to the first floor of Building No. 2.
Arriving at the management office there.
Inside the management office, Manager Wu Meiling was scrolling through TikTok.
When she saw Li Shumu coming, she glanced at him and asked, "Criminal Psychologist, what brings you here to my place?"
Li Shumu didn’t beat around the bush: "I want to know, was that foreign woman from last night living in Room 602 of this building?"
Manager Wu Meiling: "That’s right. What’s up? Need her for something?"
Li Shumu: "I just went to her place and rang the doorbell, but no one answered."
Manager Wu Meiling put down her phone and smiled: "She has a bad temper. You should’ve seen her last night—she’s explosive. Maybe she’s deliberately not opening the door."
Li Shumu: "You should have a spare key to Room 602, right?"
Manager Wu Meiling seemed to know what Li Shumu was after.
She waved her hand: "Don’t even think about me giving you the key. I’m the administrator, after all; I won’t do something that violates someone’s privacy."
Li Shumu stuffed his hands in his pockets and spoke bluntly: "Fine. I’ll call the police later and report a missing person, and have them ask you for the key."
Manager Wu Meiling shot up from her chair.
"Don’t be so hasty. I wasn’t finished speaking."
"I really can’t give you the key, but I can go with you and use the key myself."
Li Shumu chuckled, and then he saw her pull a set of keys out of the drawer.
