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MY ROOMMATE IS A DETECTIVE

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We found it.

Mr. Xu,

does this bicycle look familiar to you?

Well done. I'm impressed.

I thought my plan

was flawless.

Alright. Such being the case,

I've got nothing more to say.

But there's one thing I haven't figured out yet.

Go ahead, please.

You'd gone to great lengths to kill him,

so what was the carving on his head for?

Wouldn't it lead people to suspect you?

I just wanted to warn younger generations

against following his example and abandoning their original intention.

He abandoned his original intention and got addicted to gambling,

but what did it matter to you?

You wouldn't understand.

Years ago,

we devoted ourselves to porcelain carving

under our master's guidance,

just wanting to produce better designs

to amaze our customers.

But to pay his gambling debts, he had secret dealings

with the porcelain factory staff

and allowed them

to sell shoddy porcelains

to the porcelain carvers in Shanghai

at best quality prices.

I tried persuading him to start his own business,

but he was too greedy

to step down from his position.

If this situation should continue,

the new apprentices would have to practice with shoddy porcelain

and our loyal customers would be disappointed at our works.

The trade of porcelain carving

would be ruined by him.

So you decided to punish him on behalf of your master.

I couldn't bear to see

my master's painstaking efforts

go to waste because of that gambler.

Has it ever occurred to you

that the porcelain carving trade

would be deprived of another master

if you got arrested?

The prosperity of a trade

depends not on any individual

but on the self-discipline and upward mobility of all its practitioners.

Now that I've got rid of this black sheep,

I count on people like Li Mohan to promote our trade.

We need you to come with us.

Inspector Qiao,

I wonder if I could ask you a favor?

Sure.

I've got a pair of sculpting knives in a drawer in my workshop.

Could you give it to Mr. Lu?

To me?

Mr. Lu, you're an unsophisticated man.

You might as well try porcelain carving

when you're bothered by something.

You'll feel clear-headed at the sound

the point of the knife makes on the porcelain.

Do try it sometime.

You didn't carry your sculpting knife with you.

So what tool did you use last night?

Last night I used his sculpting knife.

My graver never applies

to anything other than porcelain ware.

How's your butt?

Shut up.

You'll pay the medical and laundry bills.

Why should I do that?

You solved this case

thanks to the clues I offered.

I'd have solved this case anyhow.

Cut it out. Pay the bills.

Why should I do that? I'm not your father.

Well,

you are as nagging as my father.

Thank goodness I don't have an unfilial daughter like you.

Someone gave me a sculpting knife,

so I'll used it to carve the word "filial"

on your forehead when you're asleep.

Then I'll carve the word "bastard"

on your forehead when you're asleep.

Do you know how to write that word, silly illiterate?

What? Did you just call me illiterate?

Say it again if you dare.

Say it again. I dare you.

A porcelain carver's death in the brothel

turns out to be the punishment by his dead master.

What nonsense!

Why did she describe it as a ghost story

when the murderer had been identified?

What nonsense is this!

Sensational headlines sell better.

So what?

She's not going to get a dividend.

She's just mucking about all day,

always giving me a headache.

But I think Youning is doing well.

She smiles a lot these days.

I actually prefer

the way she is now.

What do you think of her roommate?

He's smart and nice.

He's helped me solve many tough cases.

Good.

It's not easy to find someone compatible with Youning.

He'll make a good son-in-law.

Come on, sir.

We'd better not jump to conclusions.

Exactly.

Find an opportunity to bring him here.

I'll meet him in person.

OK. But please don't scare him.

He's very timid.

He's my future son-in-law.

Of course I'm not going to eat him alive.

This is for you, sir.

I don't wear a watch. You should keep it.

It's from Youning. She bought it with her contribution fee.

Don't tell her I told you that.

How sweet of her.

This can't go on any longer.

In a few months they've solved

a lot of cases already in the zone.

Some people want them to send

even more Chinese inspectors here.

Don't you think Mr. Bai is going

to use this opportunity?

Lu Yao is the key to the problem. I told you.

For God's sake. Don't act blindly without thinking.

What is your problem? What are you concerned about?

He's from a distinguished family in Haining.

His father is a scholar

who represented China

in the Paris Peace Conference.

His two brothers are senior officials in the Beiyang Government.

His sister is a confidential secretary for a big shot.

I'm close with them.

The warlords in Zhejiang, Guangdong and Guangxi

are his old schoolmates.

If something should happen to Lu Yao,

they'll bring endless disaster for us.

Would you think a family like that would allow their son

to get involved with these gangsters?

I understand.

Stop it. You're so naughty.

Rats.

Rats.

It's alright. Just some rats.

They're disgusting.

Let's get out of here. It's gross.

You must make it up to me. I was freaked out.

No problem.

What now?

Look.

This building must have been cursed.

Let's go.

Come on.

Who's there?

Let's get out of here.

Who is it?

Rats.

Blood.

Hurry.

I told you not to wear heels.

How would I know? Hurry.

What is that?

What are you doing?

Cotton yarn prices are going to rise.

They're going to skyrocket.

Yeah? What has that got to do with you?

Have you ever invested in stocks?

No.

Are you interested in it?

No.

That's because you don't know

how fascinating stock trading is.

You're an expert?

Then why did Sassoon Bank fire you?

I got fired because of you.

Judging from the report

and the trend of the stock market,

the prices are sure to rise in 15 days.

Good luck.

I've got everything ready

except money.

Just 100 silver dollars.

I'll do all the work, and we'll take the profits fifty-fifty.

You won't get 100 silver dollars

even if you sell me.

That depends on who the buyer is.

You'd be worthless to a brothel.

But you're invaluable

in your father's eyes.

I know you hate your father.

Shall we make trouble for him

by faking your abduction

and asking him to pay a ransom?

Are you having a fever?

Don't worry. I'll take only 100 silver dollars

and you can keep the rest of the ransom.

Are you out of your mind?

If you find it too risky,

we can work on a safer trick.

Like what?

Like a sham marriage.

Tell your father we're getting married.

Then I'll go get a bride price from him.

I'll only keep 100 silver dollars. You can have the rest.

A sham marriage sounds dull.

A real marriage will be more fun.

Is that a good idea?

Sure.

Our landlady is infatuated with you.

If you marry her,

she'll get you the stock exchange,

not to mention original capital of 100 silver dollars.

You're seriously considering marrying her?

I'll regret for the rest of my life

if I miss this golden opportunity.

You're so crazy.

We've got another case?

They found a man's body in the garden

in Bubbling Well Road last night.

100 silver dollars.

Are you crazy?

He's been like this the whole morning.

I'm begging you.

Advance me 100 silver dollars against my consultant's fee.

You can deduct this payment later.

You need it urgently?

I've got an incurable disease.

What disease?

Mental disorder.

He wants to invest in stocks.

Ignore him.

Tell me more about the case.

The informant found blood trickling out of the belfry,

followed it and then found the body.

Belfry in blood. Interesting.

Human blood?

They're doing tests.

No. You look worried.

Something is off.

The victim owed his overseas studies

to Lord Bai's fund.

Lord Bai saw him off at the dock in person.

He thought highly of the young man.

I see.

Yeah? Let's go, then.

I'd like to pay a visit to Mr. Bai first.

What for?

For the case, of course.

Don't listen to him.

He just wants to swindle my father out of a fortune.

I won't go to the scene until I visit Mr. Bai.

Alright. I'll make a phone call first.

Do you really think you could

swindle my father out of a fortune?

I'll never know if I don't give it a try.

Try all you want.

I don't believe you'll get a cent from him.

Keep it down. He's making a call.

Hello. Is Lord Bai at home?

OK. I'm on my way.

Lord Bai,

this is Mr. Lu Yao, the consultant

with our police station.

I've heard so much about you, sir.

What a pleasure to meet you today.

You're among friends. Let's do away with formalities.

Have a seat.

Thank you, sir.

What has brought you here today, Mr. Lu?

A horrible murder was found

in the garden in Bubbling Well Road.

The victim happened to be

one of the returned students

you funded, sir.

Lord Bai, I'm sorry

for your loss.

Who's the victim?

Li Hengli, the man from Suzhou.

I don't remember him.

I funded many people.

Some of them I've never met before.

Could you think it over?

You saw him off at the dock in person.

I saw off hundreds of students at once.

I can't tell them apart.

I have a bad memory.

You'll have to forgive me.

Try your best to solve the case, Mr. Lu.

Don't hesitate

if you need my help.

Thank you, sir.

I heard

you're Youning's roommate.

We share the living room,

but we sleep in separate bedrooms.

Youning is a short-tempered

and headstrong girl.

I hope you can be more tolerant.

No problem.

Mr. Lu,

you've known Youning for some time now,

so what do you think of her?

Well,

she's an amazing girl.

She's warm-hearted and righteous.

The two of us are

very good friends.

We often help each other.

And at each other's throat.

Every family has it own problems.

Youning was very popular as a kid.

Many boys sent her love letters secretly.

But they fled when they knew about her family background.

I feel sorry whenever I think of this.

Over the years I've been hoping

that she'll find a good young man.

What do you think, Mr. Lu?

Emm...

What? You doubt she'll find her Mr. Right?

You got me wrong, sir.

I meant

She'll find happiness, I'm sure.

She's ruined her reputation

by sharing an apartment with a man.

Who'd dare marry her?

Don't worry, sir. I'll move out immediately.

You used her and now you want to desert her?

No, no, no. Nothing ever happened between us.

Sir,

I swear to Heaven. I've never...

Don't be afraid.

Youning's friend is my friend.

I hope you'll keep an eye on her, Mr. Lu.

Sure. Sure.

Sir.

My lord gave you this.

Thank you.

It's an invitation to the Zhening Guildhall.

What's that?

It's a club for the big shots of the Jiangzhe Chamber of Commerce.

A ticket to it can hardly be bought with money.

Lord Bai is quite satisfied with you, it seems.

The annual membership fee is 200 silver dollars?

That's a status symbol.

I have to spend so much money

drinking and chatting with a bunch of old men?

You think I'm crazy?

I'll pass.

What did he tell my father?

His blackmail failed. He got tricked.

And he got freaked out.

Tell him to stay away from my father.

Silly Lu is thick-headed.

He's thick-headed?

He's good at solving cases,

but he's way too naive

to deal with my foxy father.

Stop any further contact between them.

Your father meant well.

Hello, Inspector.

Tell me what you got.

When we arrived here this morning,

the blood on the ground had been trampled.

I had it cleaned

so that it wouldn't put off people passing by.

Besides, I had the body sent to the postmortem

for fear that it might be chewed by rats.

What about the bleeding belfry?

According to the informant,

last night blood trickled out from the belfry gate

all the way to the flower bed

as if led by some mysterious force.

That sounds scary.

And there's more.

Not only were the belfry stairs bleeding;

the belfry walls

were oozing blood, too.

Come on. Let's check the crime scene.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to our show.

We're strangers here,

so we'd appreciate your help.

Stop it. Let me watch the performance.

You're here to solve a case, not to enjoy a show.

What do you know?

This is called immersive investigation.

So why don't you tell us what you've got?

The victim Li Hengli, a 30-year-old male,

was the supervisor of the belfry with overseas education.

He was gentle and polite,

and the only person he'd offended was Zhang Gong the gardener.

For faster schedule, he pulled out

all the pink roses

the gardener had cultivated for years.

Sir, Zhang Gong was the one who reported the case.

Bravo.

Silly Lu.

Let's go take a look.

Destroying flowers for belfry construction

will lead to disasters. It's inadvisable to go there.

What does that mean?

Let me explain it to you, sir.

This winding garden path used to be harmless,

but after the destruction of the flowers during the construction of the belfry,

the belfry happens to be located

in the inauspicious bend of the path.

Those who stay in the belfry for a long time will be cursed.

You'd better be careful, sir.

Well done.

Thank you.

The wall looks dark. The surface is damp.

It does look like it's oozing blood.

Red.

It smells like blood.

But it's not blood.

You know the taste of blood?

I'm very familiar with human blood.

It's not blood? What is it, then?

Did someone daub something on the wall

to make it look like the wall was bleeding?

I don't think so.

It would have been dry now if it had been daubed on the wall last night.

I think it's oozing through the wall.

Don't be silly.

The show is over?

It's just rust.

The water oozing through the wall

became scarlet when intermixed with the rust.

How did it ooze through the wall?

Admit you're silly.

It's the same thing as the weeping tablet

in the Cemetery of Confucius in Qufu.

Continue.

It's the rainy season in Shanghai.

Daub a thin layer of oil on the wall,

and you'll get a water-proof film.

Unable to seep into the wall,

the water will ooze out in drops.

It was mistaken for blood

because someone daubed rust on the wall.

Mixed with rust, water looks very much like blood.

Simply put, someone was playing a trick.

They wanted to scare people.

Are you saying

the belfry didn't really bleed?

How would I know? The blood has been removed.

Whether it was blood or not,

it trickled out of the belfry towards the body directly.

Explain it.

No problem.

I guess the pavement is sloping.

It'd be easy to control the flow of the blood

if you know its ups and downs.

That may sound reasonable, but it can't be true.

Why not?

Bubbling Well Road was one of the first roads

built in the Concession in the 9th year of the Republic of China.

It was paved with cement,

so it would by no means

be uneven.

Then how would you explain the flow of the blood?

Zhang Gong was the first person to discover the body.

He was also the only person

who had a grudge against Li Hengli.

Could he have been the perpetrator

or have exaggerated the matter?

I didn't kill him.

Sit down.

Do you know who Li Hengli was?

He was the supervisor of Lidun Soap Factory.

Besides,

his overseas education was funded by Mr. Bai.

Which Mr. Bai?

The most powerful Mr. Bai of the Bund.

Sorry.

I wouldn't have dared to provoke him

if I had known that.

Sit down.

If you confess now,

you'll be put behind bars at worst.

But if you don't confess,

you'll be taken away

as soon as I release you.

But I...

You know what lies in store for you.

But I'm innocent.

Guard.

Release him.

Sir, please don't release me.

I don't want to get out of here.

He's not our killer.

The autopsy report has come out.

It shows postmortem lividity.

In other words, he's been dead for at least eight hours.

Li Hengli was alive

at 9 p.m. the night before

when the last worker left the belfry.

The autopsy was carried out at 2 a.m. today.

That is to say, the time of death was

somewhere between 9 p.m. the night before

and 6 p.m. last night.

Yesterday

I was trimming the trees in Brenan Road

until 8 p.m.

What did you do after that?

I hooked up with a girl at the ballroom.

Why did you return to the garden?

I was going to talk to Li Hengli,

but I ran into this terrible business

before I could get in the belfry.

You said you hooked up with a girl.

Why did you want to talk to Li Hengli?

My patience is wearing thin.

Confess now,

or I shall put you to torture.

I'll come clean.

That bastard owed my money.

I went there to collect the debt.

Listen up.

I'll come and make a scene here every day

if you don't compensate me for the flowers.

You'll have to halt your project.

It was just some flowers. Do you have to do this?

You've no idea.

It took me three years

to cultivate those pink roses.

Those reddish roses were very valuable.

So you want some compensation.

Here.

What? You think I'm a beggar?

That's all I've got on me. I'll give you the rest tomorrow.

How much?

A gold bar. Will that do?

He'd give you just one gold bar

to compensate you for your heavy loss?

After all, the roses were not that valuable.

Of course I wouldn't refuse the offer.

How come a supervisor like Li Hengli

could give you so much money? Was he a fraud?

How much money did he give you?

Just five silver dollars.

I was wondering why he became so generous all of a sudden.

Did you say he kept checking his watch?

Yes.

He was waiting for someone, perhaps?

Did anyone else

pay a visit to him at the belfry?

I really don't know.

Don't act like a sniffer dog.

We've got shepherd's purse as filling today.

I'll have a helping.

OK.

Here you are, sir.

Thank you.

Sir, you forgot to pay...

I'll pay for it.

Look at the time.

You police are so inefficient.

I had to look after that gourmet.

What am I supposed to do?

I got some info for you.

Apart from the construction workers,

that violinist and that fortuneteller

were the only people in the garden

who'd talked with Li Hengli.

What did they say?

Li Hengli had a regular routine.

He'd be the first to arrive in the morning

and the last to leave in the evening.

That's the problem.

He was always the last to leave,

so nobody knew whom he was waiting for that night.

What are you looking at, Lu Yao?

I didn't notice it in the morning,

but now that the sun is out, the cracks are so obvious.

This batch of bricks is definitely shoddy.

I heard Lidun spent 4,000 taels of silver

on the project.

I don't think these shoddy bricks are worth that much money.

It seems that someone committed fraud.

The thing is, this garden is public property.

They had to apply for government approval

besides examining the costs themselves.

Why did the government

approve of this ridiculous application?

You mean the government official in charge of the application

probably colluded with Li Hengli?

Li Hengli gave the gardener

a gold bar as compensation.

Where did he get the money?

You want to sneak away when we should be at work?

I just wanted

to get some fresh air.

Nobody is going to take a break

until we find the official document of the approval.

Why is Section Chief Zhou on leave today

when we're looking for the document?

It can't be a coincidence.

Stop whining.

They treated the signed documents as rubbish

without even classifying them.

We have to go through all of them.

You know

I have a reading disorder.

Reading gives me a headache.

I won't be of much help here.

Here. Go through them one by one.

Enameled glass.

Section Chief Zhou is so extravagant.

He must be a corrupt official.

No. It's just ordinary glass.

Has he sneaked out?

What do you think?

Thank you. Thank you, everyone.

Bravo.

Thank you.

My daughter is giving a performance.

Thank you.

Bravo. Bravo.

Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.

Hold it for me for a sec.

Thank you.

Bravo.

Thank you.

What's wrong with this lad?

How could he do that?

Youning.

Youning.

I got it.

100 jin of bricks cost some 60 cents,

about six times the market price.

The land price was also shocking.

A dozen square meters cost 1,000 taels of silver.

Silver?

Large deals are still done in silver these days.

This is proof that Section Chief Zhou

colluded with Li Hengli in secret

in increasing the cost of the belfry

and in embezzling money from the adulteration.

Section Chief Zhou has disappeared since Li Hengli's death.

There must have been some conflict of interest between them.

Has Section Chief Zhou run away?

Are you done with the research?

You came at a good time.

Want some popcorn?

You went to see sideshows again?

We spent the afternoon going through the documents,

but you went out and had fun.

I was the one who did all the work.

This all indicates monkey business.

So Section Chief Zhou is a habitual criminal.

He's not the only one.

At least 80 percent of these projects

were supervised by Li Hengli.

What are we waiting for?

Let's summon him for an inquiry.

Good evening, sir.

What are you doing here?

Sir,

they found another dead body in the garden in Bubbling Well Road.

Has the body been identified yet?

No, sir.

We're going to investigate the scene.

Come on. Let's go check it out.

The blood dripped out from inside the belfry

and trickled northward.

I followed the bloodstain

and saw someone lying there.

It was so scary.

Why did you come to the belfry in the middle of the night?

I'll explain it to you, sir.

Well, the belfry is under construction,

so the factory sent me to clean the place every day.

When do you usually come here?

At about 11 p.m.,

when the workers get off work.

My job

is to wash the belfry clean

inside and out

with the suds produced in the factory.

This is strange. The blood

took a completely different path today.

What do you mean?

Yesterday Zhang Gong told us clearly

that the blood from the belfry trickled westward.

And Li Hengli's body was hidden

in the flower bed on the west side.

Why did it trickle here tonight?

Has the victim been identified?

Not yet.

I'm afraid we'll have to check the files of missing persons.

There's no need for that. I know who he was.

Who?

Section Chief Zhou.

The Industry Section Chief who was on leave today?

Yes.

I've got to tell Lu Yao about it.

Where is he?

Get to work.

Stop dozing off. Get up.

Get up.

This way, please.

I have to work all night without getting any overtime pay.

Poor me.

Tang tri-colored pottery?

Isn't it a burial object?

This set is worth an apartment in Avenue Joffre.

The painting of Confucius by Wu Daozi.

These are authentic works.

Sir, you can have any article in the room

if you could help me find the murderer

and avenge my husband.

Don't worry, Mrs. Zhou.

Justice will be served.

But perhaps you should give me a written pledge first?

Get me a pen.

Sorry, ma'am.

You must be Mrs. Zhou.

Well, we'd like to know

where Section Chief Zhou had been

and whom he'd associated with the last few days?

My husband asked for leave yesterday morning,

saying he'd take me on a two-day visit to Tianjin.

Who'd have thought...

When did you plan to leave for Tianjin?

This morning. We bought the tickets in advance.

When did he go out yesterday?

At about 7 p.m., I think.

Before he left, he told me to go to bed early

and not to wait up for him.

Where was he going?

I don't know.

My husband had been busy lately.

He went out nearly every night.

Mrs. Zhou,

Section Chief Zhou got a salary of 60 silver dollars, right?

Could you tell us

how he came by all these valuables?

Section Chief Zhou is dead.

Nobody is going to investigate

his offenses.

But if you don't tell us the truth,

his murderer

will remain at large.

Come with me.

For the past month,

my husband would bring one home every few days.

But bank notes are easier to carry around.

Bank notes depreciate easily.

It's not wise to convert silver into silver dollars.

I wouldn't have worked in the bank

if I had known business in the industrial circles is so lucrative.

A mere section chief should have embezzled so much money.

It serves him right.

Journalists are supposed to be

dispassionate and objective.

Don't get so worked up.

But they swindled the people out of so much money

and they must have produced many dangerous buildings.

He deserved a much worse death.

Oh, right. They've got a chestful of gold bars

and many antiques. Confiscate them.

I'm in charge of the murder case,

not corruption and bribery.

Two men who'd got kickbacks from the belfry construction

died in the vicinity of the belfry.

I'm sure Lidun Soap Factory

was involved.

Yes, you're right.

You're being suspiciously well-behaved.

Put your hands down.

Stop it. My stomach hurts.

Put your hands down.

Put your hands down. Do it.

What are you doing?

I'm asking you to put your hands down.

No, I won't.

Give it to me.

What are you doing?

I have a stomachache. Give it to me. My stomach hurts.

My stomach hurts. My stomach...

Give it to me.

My stomach. My stomach.

He fattened himself by drinking the people's life-blood,

so it's justifiable for me to take it.

What?

How ridiculous.

What nonsense.

President, this is Inspector Qiao.

We'll halt the construction project

since the citizens call it an ill omen.

Remember,

we must protect the image of our factory at all costs.

Sorry.

It's some routine at our factory.

Have a cigarette, please.

No, thanks. I came here to ask you

where you were and what you did

last night and the night before

and whether you have any alibi.

Sorry. I have to take this call.

Hello.

Mr. Qin.

I'll see you at Pujiang Hotel at eight tonight.

Sorry, what did you just say?

I'd like to know...

Nothing.

You're very busy, sir.

We won't bother you any longer. Let's go.

Come on. Stop disturbing him. Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Wait a second.

Did you sneak something out again?

How could you be so obtuse?

Didn't you see he was very busy?

So what? We had to question him.

What did you find?

Didn't you see?

The president had yellow marks on his index-finger and middle finger,

which indicates he had been smoking.

The ashtray and the trashcan

were filled with cigarette butts,

which suggests he hadn't been out

and didn't have the time to take out the trash.

Judging from the number of the cigarette butts,

he'd kept indoors for a day and a night at least.

What if he's just a sloven

and seldom takes out the trash?

He was hoarse with bloodshot eyes

and an unshaven chin.

His shirt was wrinkled.

All this indicates he hadn't gone out

or dressed up for a while.

He didn't need to dress up for the murders.

Besides, what if it was a ruse

to mislead us into believing

he'd been working in his office the past two days?

I don't think so.

I found this in his trashcan.

Paramount Hall was celebrating its anniversary the day before yesterday.

Only those present between 9 p.m. and 12 a.m.

could get this anniversary edition of matchbox.

Why would he have thrown

this important evidence into the trashcan

if he had tried to create an alibi?

He's cleared of suspicion. Who's the murderer?

I've got an idea.

There's a new noodle restaurant on the ground floor of my apartment building.

I've been hankering after its Green Onion Noodles

for days.

Silly Lu,

how do you explain this?

Explain it.

It's just hearsay.

Hearsay? Come off it.

It's been two days.

All clues have led to dead-ends.

If this goes on, the perpetrator will get away unpunished.

Tell us

what we should do now.

What's the direct result of the deaths

of Section Chief Zhou and Li Hengli?

The construction of the belfry has been halted.

Go further down this train of thought.

Who'd be the biggest beneficiary from it?

Not the soap factory, I'm sure.

Who would it be?

We'll solve the case

when we can answer this question.

Ma'am,

your restaurant is leaking.

What the heck? Which tenant upstairs did this?

This is terrible. Who did this?

The ceiling is leaking.