The white-haired landlord's eyes flickered.
Even though the old woman's eyes were no longer bright, Gu Mian could see the emotion in them.
The landlord hesitated before speaking, "I know, Xiao Gu, you probably think my building isn't 'clean,' but I can tell you, no one has ever died in this building. Not a single person. However, your mention of knocking does remind me of something…
"It's true, a tenant died two years ago, but not in one of my apartments here. He was a man in his early thirties named Zhao Wen. It was an accidental death; he died outside.
"At the time, he was still renting from me. He was found dead in a motel, apparently from starvation. When they discovered him, the body had already started to decompose.
"That brings us to why he was renting my apartment but moved out.
"That Zhao Wen was a young, energetic fellow, only in his early thirties. When he first moved in, he was quite active, always popping in and out, visiting neighbors.
