Li Mazi and I also left Zhang Qinghai’s apartment, closing the door carefully. “Should we call the police? It’s not right to leave his dead body in his apartment.” 

Li Mazi shot me a glance. “Are you addicted to putting your nose in other people’s business? Why are you worrying about him? He wasn’t born from a rock; he must have friends and family. When they can’t contact him, undoubtedly some will be worried. If you call the police and they question us, what should we tell them? Don’t forget that it was me who just picked this lock so we could enter the apartment. Do you want to harm your friends just to uphold justice? You want to send me to jail?” 

I just said two sentence, and he taught me a lesson about the great truth. 

I sighed and decided to leave it at that. 

After we left Zhang Qinghai’s apartment building, Zhao Wuyang sat on the curb for half an hour. He vomited twice, his face pale. He didn’t look well at all.

He feebly looked at me, gasping for breath. “Zhang Qinghai is gone. Moreover,...