I quickly stuffed a piece of paper I found behind the photo into my pocket and turned to look at the person behind me.

The property manager stepped forward and turned off the recording pen, his gaze sweeping over the wall of photos.

"She is my younger sister, beautiful and kind, but she married an abusive man."

"I thought having a child would make things better, but I didn't expect to encounter a group of demonic neighbors."

"They instigated and slandered, and in the end, they insulted her together."

The property manager's hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist.

"My sister originally wanted to use this recording pen to record evidence of domestic violence, but she couldn't withstand the insults from those beasts."

"The death of the child became the final straw that broke her."

"She jumped from the rooftop and became a mangled corpse."

The property manager at this moment was like a soul-reaping messenger crawling out of hell.

"The law cannot sentence them to death, so let the rules take care of it."

"What are the rules?"

"Shh, it's not good to know too much."

"I have another question, should Auntie 401 and Grandma 502 also die?"

"Ha, beauty is the original sin. Everything my sister suffered was twisted by them, saying that my sister was being promiscuous and seducing people everywhere."

"My parents couldn't bear the death of their daughter and the slander, and they both died of depression."

At this moment, the ugliness of human nature made me collapse.

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