The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 34

Officer D was apparently frightened by my sudden outburst. He wiped the sweat on his face and placated me, “It’s not like that. Please calm down… calm down…”

The childhood sweetheart from the other side cried out trembling, “I...I didn’t lie. It’s him! He’s the murderer and he’s framing me!”

“I won’t calm down!” I yelled, “I’ll file a complaint against you to this police station. You can talk to my lawyer!”

As I was shouting, the film emperor kicked down the door and ran in. He took me in his arms, whispering words of comfort in my ears. He then continued to yell at Officer D like he was scaring him off. The gist of his words was that the officer was unjust and that he will ask the department to replace him on the account of his relationship with the childhood sweetheart. 

When the film emperor came in, the childhood sweetheart had been thrilled for a few moments. The way his voice came through the partitioned showed his obvious excitement, “It wasn’t me! Save… save me!” He shouted at the film emperor.

But the film emperor didn’t even look at him.

Officer D was transferred and removed from the case. Despite his insistence that his and the childhood sweetheart’s personal relationship will not affect the investigation, he had no choice but to succumb against the overwhelming pressure.

After being conscious, the childhood sweetheart requested to confront me. I already went once, I didn’t want to go again, so I asked my lawyer to talk to him.

The focus of the investigation was still on the locked door and the sudden emergence of pictures about the affair. They had doubts about the film but the film’s investigation ultimately lead them to a dead end.

As for the reason of their disappearance, the childhood sweetheart had been unexpectedly honest on admitting the affair. However, my lawyer had been quick to point out that the childhood sweetheart intentionally found a far-off place to murder.

This rendered the childhood sweetheart speechless. He really had no reason to refute it. After all, according to their communication records, it was indeed him who had asked to go there. Apparently, it gave him a special feeling in carrying on their affair to the area where me and my husband had our honeymoon.

En. I really feel for his death, I thought.

Of course, another straw that broke the horse’s back came a few days later. It was the decorating expert, who according to my request, appeared a few days later. I had an agreement with him. I used my husband’s account to sponsor his son to study abroad in exchange for him to testify for me.

He told the police that when he first renovated, my husband had a private key. He also said that sometime after, the childhood sweetheart also asked him for a spare key as requested by my husband.