Some furious diners had even crafted a makeshift tombstone, placing a black-and-white photo of Zhang Wanwan behind it. The words "Tomb of Zhang Wanwan" were scrawled across the stone. It was a shocking sight.
Zhang Wanwan didn't dare stay at the window for long. She trudged dejectedly back to the living center. The moment she stepped into the lobby, she spotted several burly residents clutching weapons and interrogating the receptionist.
"Which room does that bitch Zhang Wanwan live in?"
"We ate her poisoned noodles, and now we're going to make her pay!"
Terrified that a murder might happen right there in the lobby, the receptionist repeatedly told the enraged residents, "I'm sorry, but that is the resident's personal privacy. We are not at liberty to disclose that information."
