Part III
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10.
I admit that I killed Wan Jie.
I also killed Wan Jie's parents.
All of it stems from the unpleasant transgression before Wan Jie's marriage.
Before Wanjie and I got married, I lived with Wanjie and his parents.
My mom came to visit me and stayed for a while.
However, Wanjie seemed to have a passion for my mom that was different from affection.
When my mom had a birthday, Wanjie secretly gave my mom a bouquet of roses.
When my mom was doing housework alone, he went over to help, deliberately creating physical contact.
At first, I didn't think of it that way.
I saw him as a perfect partner who could take care of everyone's emotions.
But as time went on, I slowly sensed something was wrong.
One day, when I came home from a business trip, Wanjie told me that my mom had died of a heart attack.
My sky collapsed in an instant and I cried out to see her.
But Wanjie said, "The person was buried in the morning."
I was sad and regretful.
Why didn't you let me see my mom one last time before you buried her?
Why was there no one around when mom was sick?
I was in so much pain that I couldn't help myself. Every time I thought of my mom, I washed my face in tears.
But I was already pregnant with Wanjie's child, and our wedding went on as usual.
About two years passed.
I accidentally found a pair of gloves in the vent of the kitchen hood.
They were the ones mom used to wear when doing housework.
The gloves had air-dried blood stains on them.
Those gloves shouldn't have been thrown there.
Unless someone did it deliberately.
The more I thought back to mom's death, the more I felt something was wrong.
Before Mom died, I took her for a full body checkup every year.
She had a bad heart, but not to the extent that she could die of a sudden heart attack.
Moreover, why did Wanjie rush to bury mom? Why didn't he even wait for me to see mom one last time?
It wasn't normal!
I asked Wanjie:
"When my mom had an attack, you said you took her to the hospital to resuscitate her, which hospital was it?"
Wan Jie's reaction was even more abnormal. Normally, he would have simply answered.
Instead, he nervously asked me back and was rubbing his palm unnaturally over his stomach.
"Honey, why do you ask?"
"Nothing, just that I think I should avoid the thunder in the future, and if someone else in the family has an attack, don't go back to that house. Which one did you take my mom to?"
Wanjie sighed:
"Ugh! I forgot, it was an emergency, I saw a hospital and went straight in, I didn't even look at the name of the hospital," he said.
After saying that, he asked me again with a wary curiosity:
"You're not going to cause trouble, are you?"
"How could I? It's been so long since then, and people can't be resurrected from the dead, so what's the point of me going to make trouble?"
I barely managed to squeeze out a smile to reassure him.
But from the next day onwards, I carried Wanjie on my back and inquired from the hospitals near my home, one by one.
I visited all the big and small hospitals in our city, and none of them had my mom's hospitalization record.
Wanjie was lying.
He wouldn't let me see my mom's body and didn't take her to the hospital at all.
There's only one possibility:
Mom didn't die of natural causes at all, but was murdered, with evidence of the murder left on her body.
I started looking for evidence.
I accessed the neighborhood surveillance video of that day, searched for the clothes Wan Jie wore that day, and searched for fingerprints, bloodstains, or hair in any hidden corners.
But the result was nothing. The surveillance records had already been erased.
I blamed myself for suspecting too late.
Undeterred, I resolved to go to the police and get them involved in the matter.
But I didn't realize that all these moves of mine had been watched by another pair of eyes in the dark.
11.
The day I was ready to go to the police station, I was stopped halfway by Wanjie's mom.
She said that Sweetie had been burned at home and wanted me to hurry back.
But I went home and didn't see Sweetie.
That's when I realized that this could be a trap.
A trap to kill and silence.
But I did not expect, Wanjie's mother "flopped" kneeling in front of me, tears and snot mixed together, choked and cried.
She cried out, "I'm sorry! Ni, I'm sorry!"
"Mom, what do you mean by that?"
She tearfully knelt and looked up at me, "Are you going to go and report your mom to the police?"
I was shocked, she really knew about it early on.
"Don't go and don't look into it. These days, I know you've been searching for the cause of your mom's death. I know that sooner or later, I won't be able to hide all this."
My soul sank, and the words of Wanjie's mother gave me a premonition that what I was about to hear next would break me down again.
I let go of Wanjie's mother's hand and questioned coldly:
"My mom didn't die of a sudden heart attack, did she?"
She nodded her head deeply, tears falling from the air and hitting the back of her hand.
"It was Wanjie, wasn't it?"
Wanjie's mother knelt deeper and made a kowtowing gesture at me.
"Yes."
At that moment, I clearly perceived that she was in more pain than I was when she admitted it.
"My mom, how the hell did she die?"
Wanjie's mother huffed as she told the truth about my mom's death.
On the afternoon of the murder, Wanjie had been drinking.
Whenever he was drunk, Wanjie would speak out of turn. Needless to say, he could even curse at his mother.
He had no moral boundaries!
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