Early the next day, a little after six in the morning.
Zhang Xiaoshan was comfortably sleeping in bed with Luo Meili when his phone started ringing.
He hung up irritably, but it quickly rang again.
Zhang Xiaoshan glanced at it in a daze.
"Luo Yihua?"
He answered the call, muttering.
"Brother Luo, it's so early, what's the matter?"
"Something's happened, a big accident, Wu Damming is dead," came the excited voice of Luo Yihua from the other end.
"What?"
Zhang Xiaoshan, who had been groggy just moments before, suddenly became as alert as if he had been struck by lightning.
He sat up straight and asked Luo Yihua on the phone.
"You're not joking with me, are you? How, how did he die?"
"Was it an accident? Or a disease?"
"Neither, it was suicide."
"Suicide?"
"Yes, where are you now? Can you come to the detention center?"
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Zhang Xiaoshan hung up the phone and hurriedly began to get dressed.
"What's wrong?"
Luo Meili asked, rubbing her eyes.
