Yu Fengjuan rode her electric scooter from work and returned to the community at a leisurely pace.
She saw many neighbors standing downstairs, and when they saw her, their faces were full of sympathy.
The entrance to the corridor has been blocked by a police cordon, which means something has happened to someone inside the building.
She saw a person lying on the ground, wearing a pair of pink slippers with holes in them and his clothes were dirty and old.
Although her head was covered with a piece of clothing, she was sure that it was her eldest daughter, Qiao Xiang.
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