Liu Jie was a little tired after live broadcasting for several hours.

However, his live broadcast popularity has been refreshed again.

When Liu Jie arrived on the sixth floor, the live broadcast software pushed his settlement information on time.

Twelve o'clock has arrived.

By twelve o'clock, he had received a total of more than 2,000 yuan in gifts. Even after deducting the website's share, he still had more than 1,000 yuan.

Earning thousands a day is a high income that Liu Jie never dared to expect.

But when he thought that most of the gifts were given to his uncle by his brothers, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

I have been live broadcasting for several months, but I can't compare to the grumpy uncle who appeared for half an hour.

It's really ironic when you think about it.

The corridor on the sixth floor was equally empty.

There was a pile of plastic bottles and cartons stacked at the end of the corridor, and a sign was erected next to it, cursing people who urinate in public.

Liu Jie took a deep breath to adjust his breathing and knocked on the grumpy uncle's door.

However, there was no response in the room.

"Uncle, are you there? It's me, your neighbor downstairs." Liu Jie took the initiative to greet the uncle while knocking.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the room, as if something fell from a height.

"Clang!"

Then Liu Jie heard the sound of a wine bottle breaking.

"Why are you knocking? Are you bothered?" At this time, the neighbor next to him was alerted and stuck his head out and cursed impatiently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Liu Jie apologized quickly.

"Stop knocking. He drank too much and probably fell asleep long ago."

The neighbor cursed and slammed the door.

Although Liu Jie was a little reluctant, he had no choice but to give up. After all, it was already after twelve o'clock, and even if he sent the cake in, others might not appreciate it.

However, water friends can also understand and say that it will be the same if I send it tomorrow.

Liu Jie then returned to the room to live broadcast for more than two hours, and did not stop broadcasting until three o'clock to go to bed.

It was ten o'clock in the morning just after I slept, and Liu Jie's live broadcast room was also shut down by the supervisor for hanging up.

He yawned and suddenly noticed that the balcony of the house opposite was full of people.

Many people were taking pictures of him with their mobile phones.

what's the situation?

Are you filming yourself?

Liu Jie rubbed his eyes and got up. He walked to the window and was stunned when he saw several police cars parked in the open space downstairs.

There were crowds of people all around, and judging by their posture, something must have happened.

A funeral home car drove up to the building with its police lights flashing.

Zhao Bin got out of the car before the car stopped, holding a body bag in his hand.

Is this an illusion?

Liu Jie rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly, Zhao Bin was really here.

Why did Zhao Bin appear in Jile Tower?

Could it be that someone is dead?

Liu Jie picked up his cell phone and quickly dialed Zhao Bin's number.

Zhao Bin took out his phone and took a look at it before answering.

"Hey, Brother Bin, what are you doing here at Jile Tower? Is anyone dead?" Liu Jie asked with a yawn.

"Yes, someone is dead. He seems to be your neighbor."

"Neighbor?"

"Yes, he is your neighbor, living above you."

Neighbors upstairs?

Liu Jie quickly came to the balcony, raised his head and glanced up, and then realized that everyone's eyes were focused on the window of 603.

Isn't this the grumpy uncle's room?

Liu Jie was struck by lightning and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"How did he die?" Liu Jie asked quickly.

"I heard it was suicide, so I won't tell you anymore. We'll talk later."

The phone was hung up.

Liu Jie stood there speechless for a long time. He was a good person yesterday, but he was gone today.

He committed suicide on the night of his birthday. It seemed that he was really in complete despair.

Liu Jie turned around and stared at the cake on the table, feeling a little sad for no reason.

I'm afraid this cake will never be given away.

"Bang bang!"

The knock on the door pulled Liu Jie out of his chaotic thoughts. He took a breath and quickly stepped forward to open the door.

Two policemen in black appeared in front of Liu Jie.

The leading police officer was a fat old policeman with a big belly, silver hair, and red eyes. At first glance, he looked like an old night owl who stayed up late for a long time.

Following him was a little policewoman with high braids and a baby face.

"Hello, we are from the community police station. Here is my ID." The old policeman said and flashed his police officer ID card.

Liu Jie noticed the other party's name. His name was Zhao Shanhe.

"There is something I want to check with you. Someone saw you and your neighbor upstairs chatting by the lake last night. Is this the case?" After Zhao Shanhe said this, he put away his ID and stared at Liu.

Jay.

Zhao Shanhe's words undoubtedly proved that the person who died was the grumpy uncle.

Liu Jie's last illusion was shattered.

"Yes, we did chat for a while."

Liu Jie felt a little guilty. Didn't he say that the grumpy uncle committed suicide? What was Zhao Shanhe looking for?

Could it be that there is something fishy about the death of the grumpy uncle?

Are they doubting themselves?

Liu Jie became increasingly uneasy and told Zhao Shanhe everything about yesterday.

The inquiry process went smoothly, and Zhao Shanhe took notes while asking.

"Three people have died in front of your room, aren't you afraid?" Zhao Shanhe said as he took out a business card and handed it to Liu Jie. "If you encounter any trouble in the future, just call me."

"Thanks."

Liu Jie took the business card and wanted to explain that he was not afraid, but in the end he did not speak.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Officer, how did my neighbor die?" Liu Jie couldn't help but asked curiously.

"That's not the question you should ask."

Zhao Shanhe rejected Liu Jie without hesitation, put away his notebook and left without looking back.

There were sounds of footsteps on the stairs. Liu Jie looked over and saw the aunt downstairs coming up.

The old lady was cursing as she walked away.

Liu Jie hesitated and quickly followed.

At this moment, the corridor on the sixth floor was already full of people.

All property security guards came, including Uncle Guo.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked at no one coldly without saying anything. Everyone had a straight face like a group of puppets.

When the neighbor died, no one was afraid or sad. On the contrary, many people had a sneer on their faces as if they had been avenged.

The grumpy uncle is really hateful, especially his behavior of throwing things around has angered everyone.

If murder was not illegal, he would have been killed long ago.
To be continued...