I planned to take a look at the childhood sweetheart’s current condition.
Editor friend B held my hand, supporting me in getting up from the bed. I wore slippers and walked out. As the door opened, the white light from the hallway illuminated the ward. The sudden intensity of the glaring light made me squint my eyes. I saw Officer D and the childhood sweetheart seated on a chair in the hallway.
I slowly walked out. B didn’t follow after me. From the corner of my eye, I saw him standing still inside the dark room. He looked as if he was quietly watching me, like a guard.
After adjusting to the surroundings, my gaze locked on to the childhood sweetheart. His black hair had become dull without a hint of luster, his eyes looked hollow, his expression was as lifeless as a dead fish and there were traces of a recently formed scab growing from the scar at the corner of his eye. There was also a clear liquid flowing from his mouth which I assumed to be saliva.
The liquid dribbled on to his chin and was licked back again by his tongue. He gave me the impression of a stray dog.
Officer D beside him seemed to think that the childhood sweetheart’s behavior was too unsightly, so he wiped the saliva on the childhood friend’s face using a paper napkin. At that time, I noticed that the childhood sweetheart was shackled.
I trembled and deliberately made my voice hoarse as I asked Officer D, “Was my husband… killed by him?”
D hesitated for quite a while. He didn’t agree or deny but instead replied, “Our technicians broke into your husband’s computer. We found a folder filled with indecent photos of your husband and the childhood sweetheart. Furthermore, we also found that a month ago right after the day your husband disappeared that someone sent a package to the childhood sweetheart. The package was discovered to contain drug C, a drug used to treat heart attacks.”
“…What does that medicine have to do with my husband?” I questioned.
“We suspect that he had also bought the drug before. Drug C is still faulty but it can also promote excitement.” Officer D explained, “The autopsy report showed that your husband died around July 28. Cause of death is excessive blood loss. Apparently, he had a record of taking drug C.”
“Don't tell me…” My voice shook, “...the childhood sweetheart had that type of relationship with my husband. And he still wanted… to kill my husband?”
“The preliminary analysis was roughly like that.” Officer D agreed, “However, something makes no sense. The room… it was locked.”
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The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me
Random! NOT MY WORK ! ! NOT MY TRANSLATION ! ! SOME MACHINE TRANSLATED CHAPTERS WILL BE EDITED BY ME ! ! FOR OFFLINE PURPOSES ONLY ! Author: 跑酷天才 Status: 44 Chapters I think my husband wants to kill me. Whether it's forgetting to turn off the gas or findi...