The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 06

A called me back. His voice seemed to be filled with anger. I think I could guess what he saw. I heard him say, “Although I know you have a good relationship, I urge you to quickly divorce my brother.”

“Why?” I asked.

He, all of a sudden, didn’t know what to say. He stammered for a long time before finally replying that his brother was not a good man and that I should listen to him first, that’s for sure.

I softly chuckled and told A that he was saying some strange things. How could he let his own sister-in-law and brother divorce. I asked him whether my husband was alright and if he had taken the package of medicine.

A said he took it.

I was aware of his uncertain tone and I knew that my husband did not take the medicine. But who cares if he didn’t? As long as A knows that I had put a packet of medicine there and that I was worried about my husband. Seeing the scene of my husband’s infidelity first, he would sympathize with me. This sympathy would be a powerful weapon that would help me get rid of guilt and suspicion next time.

I investigated that the childhood sweetheart would be out to make a film, in cooperation with the film emperor tomorrow. I’ll print out the screenshots of the two photos. I found an unremarkable young boy, gave him some money and the two photos and asked him to leave the photographs in the mailbox of my villa.

I especially told him to go through and climb the west wall where there was no monitoring.

He agreed.

I found my previous editor friend B. He sounded surprised at me out of the blue, contacting him. His tone was really happy. B asked why I haven’t contacted him for so long.

I told him it was because I was happy being a hikikomori.

He laughed and said that I didn’t seem like a hikikomori at all. He asked what I was up to and that he would stick his hand in to help if he could.

I asked him about what I should do if I wanted to adapt my book into a movie and the steps I should take in order to find some actors.

He understood the plan and asked me. I told him that I recently wrote a new book and that it was about modern marriage problems but it’s three views were not quite right. I wrote about a husband and his mistress. I wanted to package it under my husband’s company but I don’t want to divulge the author’s name. I have social anxiety.

He agreed.

I hung up the phone and started searching for slow-acting drugs. First of all, I know that my husband likes fruit. Second, every time the childhood sweetheart gets together with my husband, from time to time he would bring over some fruit at least twice a month according to their chats.

Each time, it was the fruit of the season and my husband would eat it.

Based on that point, I think I can start from there.