My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 211 - 167: Tragic Tale of Human Relationships

Chapter 211: Chapter 167: Tragic Tale of Human Relationships

"What? Someone saw it? That’s great! Building 3? I’m familiar with it!

I live in Building 3!

I’ll go with you. I want to see for myself who’s been harming us. I won’t rest until they’re behind bars!

Not only will I have them locked up, but I’ll also make them bankrupt!"

Director Zhang, making these aggressive declarations, followed Wang Zhao Ping and Qin Xiaoru into the elevator.

However, after they arrived at the 18th floor, Director Zhang was flustered.

"Mr. Zhang, why aren’t you moving?" Qin Xiaoru exited the elevator and noticed there was no movement behind her, prompting her to ask in confusion.

Wang Zhao Ping also realized that Director Zhang, who had been chattering incessantly, had suddenly become mute as soon as he entered the elevator, and hadn’t uttered a word since.

"Mr. Zhang, what’s wrong?"

Sensing something off in his demeanor, Wang Zhao Ping asked.

"That... I also live on this floor," Director Zhang said, his face showing a curious expression.

"Ah?" X2

The two exchanged glances.

Wang Zhao Ping looked around at the layout of nearby units.

This elevator only served two homes, 1801 and 1802.

"So... Mr. Zhang, how are things between your family and your neighbors?" asked Wang Zhao Ping.

It couldn’t actually be what this guy had just suggested, that someone had deliberately hurt others, could it?

The nature of the act would be entirely different.

"My wife and the family across from us have some minor friction, but it’s just small neighborhood conflicts," said Director Zhang, who had lost his previous belligerence and now sounded somewhat uncertain.

Since Qin Xiaoru had pressed the button for the 18th floor, he had started to feel uneasily anvious.

Especially considering he knew his own family’s situation...

"Who lives across from you?" Wang Zhao Ping inquired.

"An elderly couple."

"Elderly couple?" The two exchanged another look, their expressions becoming peculiar.

Usually, in cases of objects thrown from a high-rise, the older the person, the less likely they are to commit the crime.

After all, with life experience, they understand the seriousness of such actions.

Conversely, it’s generally the younger people who lack respect for social order, or don’t understand the grave dangers, who would partake in such reckless and extremely hazardous behavior.

If it wasn’t this neighbor...

Intriguing,

Considering the odd look on Director Zhang’s face, it was clear he was feeling guilty about something.

Wang Zhao Ping asked, "Mr. Zhang, which unit do you live in?"

"1801."

"And who else was at home when the incident occurred?"

"Also... my son was there, but it definitely wasn’t him! He... he took sick leave today for a cold, and he was in his room resting the whole time before I left. My son is a good boy!

Right! Maybe it was that old lady from across the way. Last time my son played his music a bit too loudly, she had an argument with my wife. It might be her holding a grudge!"

Director Zhang was desperately trying to deny a very unsettling suspicion.

After some thought, Wang Zhao Ping decided to start with 1802 and pressed the doorbell.

"Ding-dong!"

Shortly after, the door opened and an elderly man with white hair came out.

He looked at Wang Zhao Ping and Qin Xiaoru, both in police uniforms, and then at Director Zhang beside them, and asked with puzzlement.

"Officers, what can I do for you?"

"Old man, there’s no trouble, you don’t have to be afraid. Someone was just injured downstairs by a falling object, you’re aware of the incident, right?"

"Oh! I know, yes. There were police cars and ambulances, and the Zhang family’s daughter-in-law was howling away. I’m not deaf yet," the old man said.

"Um... it’s like this, old man. We have witnesses saying the object was thrown from the 18th floor, so we wanted to check and understand the situation."

"Ah?" The old man was startled.

"Officer, that could kill someone if it hit them from this high up; we wouldn’t dare do such a thing," he said, gesturing with his hands emphatically.

"Don’t worry, we’re not saying it was you. We just want to understand the situation. Where were you when the incident happened, and did you hear or see anything?"

"My spouse and I were watching TV. We heard someone downstairs scream all of a sudden but didn’t pay much attention to it at first. Then the noise started getting louder, and we went out to the balcony to look down.

There were a lot of people gathered around, and the Zhang family’s daughter-in-law was lying on the ground, yelling. That’s how we found out something had happened."

"You’re lying! It must have been that old lady! Otherwise, why wouldn’t she come out after so long? Is it because she has a guilty conscience?

If you didn’t throw anything, then have her come out and we’ll confront her face to face!"

As soon as the old man denied it, Director Zhang grew anxious, as if clutching at straws, shifting the suspicion onto the old man’s wife.

"Hmph!" The old man glanced at him and snorted.

"My wife went out to buy some things."

"It’s almost dinner time, what is she buying at this hour?"

The old man glanced at him sideways, "Firecrackers!"

"Uh..."

Wang Zhao Ping and Qin Xiaoru struggled to contain their laughter; it seemed the neighborhood disputes were far from minor...

Director Zhang’s face was turning green with anger. He looked like he wanted to say more but then heard the old man continue.

"Officer, it definitely wasn’t us who threw it.

By a stroke of luck, my child was worried about safety, so we installed home surveillance.

If you don’t believe me, I can show you the footage."

Once Wang Zhao Ping heard the old man speak frankly about having surveillance and even offering to show the footage willingly, he immediately knew that most likely, the old man’s words were true.

As for Director Zhang’s face, it had turned from green to black.