"I came here with the police this morning."
Meng Jixi's words had the desired effect.
The dorm supervisor quickly looked enlightened.
After all, it had only happened that morning.
And it was the kind of thing that left a deep impression.
"Oh, it's you, young man."
"Is something the matter?"
"Why are you back?"
The dorm supervisor asked curiously.
"I suddenly thought of something. I want to take another look at the boys' dorm."
"I see."
"I don't think Xia Yan would kill anyone."
Xia Yan was the ex-boyfriend of the girl who had died by suicide.
The dorm supervisor rambled on. "That boy was a kind child."
"He always greeted me whenever he saw me."
"If he saw me carrying something, he'd help me with it."
"He was handsome and sweet-talking. No wonder that girl didn't want to break up with him."
"If you ask me, why are kids so young dating at all?"
"And now something like this has happened..."
"That boy must have taken it hard, too."
"Ah..."
"Ma'am."
Meng Jixi had to interrupt her. "I'm looking for the key to Zhang Yu's dorm room."
"Zhang Yu?"
The dorm supervisor paused, then remembered the name. "Oh, the student who died by suicide before."
"You want the key to his room?"
"Yes."
Meng Jixi nodded. "Sorry for the trouble, ma'am."
"Could I have the key to his room?"
"I can give it to you."
"No one lives in that room now, anyway."
The woman turned to get the key. "After someone died there, who'd be willing to live in that room?"
"Everyone thinks it's creepy."
"The parents complained, too."
"The school had no choice but to move the other students in that room to different dorms."
"Here, the key."
The dorm supervisor handed it to Meng