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The inevitable has finally arrived.
The police have come!
A factory dormitory has been sealed off by the authorities, with a large crowd gathered outside. The police received a report that a body had been discovered within the dormitory.
As the workers went about their shifts, anyone approaching the stairs leading to the second-floor dormitory could smell a putrid odor. Initially, they thought it was just a dead rat, but as the stench grew stronger, it became clear something was amiss.
The Workshop Director rushed over and knocked on the door, but there was no response. The foul smell was unbearable and disrupted the workers' ability to perform their tasks. Determined to investigate, the Workshop Director led a team to pry open the door. What they found was horrifying: blood was oozing out from a wardrobe, and that nauseating odor emanated from inside it.
With trepidation, the Director opened the wardrobe, and the stench hit him like a wall. He cautiously lifted the topmost quilt, and what he saw next terrified him: inside lay a female corpse! The body was in an advanced state of decay, with maggots crawling across the deceased's face…
He immediately called the police.
According to their investigation, the victim was a woman with no other visible wounds; she had died from mechanical asphyxiation, leading them to classify this as a homicide case. Based on the level of decomposition, authorities estimated that she had been dead for at least ten days. The killer had meticulously wrapped her in a quilt and concealed her in the wardrobe.
Through interviews, police learned that this room had previously been occupied by a couple from Jiangnan Province and their child. This couple had worked at the factory for years but had abruptly left just days before the incident. The coroner determined that the victim was approximately thirty years old; however, due to facial decomposition, her identity needed further verification.
At the crime scene, police discovered several broken gold chains on the bed. Given their condition, they suspected they had been violently torn apart, raising initial concerns about robbery and murder. However, after a thorough examination of the scene, they ruled out robbery as there were no signs of struggle in the room. A pair of scissors lay beside the bed, clean of any bloodstains. Although the chains had been forcibly broken, it seemed unlikely to be an act of robbery; rather, it suggested a possible domestic dispute.
In a drawer, they found an identification card belonging to Jiang Xiaoli! After comparing DNA samples with Jiang Xiaoli's parents, they confirmed that she was indeed the deceased.
I have become the prime suspect.
In my previous life, I had sought her out at an inopportune moment in Jiang Xiaoli's workplace and ended up arguing with her over child custody issues before she died. I had both motive and opportunity!
Consequently, I was detained.
At that time, I stubbornly believed that Jiang Xiaoli's departure was entirely my fault! I insisted that I could have saved her; her death stemmed from my actions!
I relinquished my right to live!
I was identified as the murderer, yet I neither appealed nor defended myself!
In this life, the police came again, as I was the prime suspect. However, my coworkers all testified that I had been at the construction site the entire time and had never left. The police reviewed the relevant footage from the site, confirming that I indeed had no time to commit the crime.
But Jiang Xiaoli's colleagues and the Workshop Director insisted that Jiang Xiaoli lived in that house with her family of three! The police showed my photo to Jiang Xiaoli's Workshop Director, who firmly stated that Jiang Xiaoli's husband was not me! There was no doubt that the deceased was Jiang Xiaoli, but where had her daughter gone? And who was that man?
The police once again sought out my former mother-in-law. If I were Wu Dalang and her daughter were Pan Jinlian, this old woman would undoubtedly play the role of Old Wang. Because I was just a hardworking ox who only knew how to grind away without looking up, this old lady never missed a chance to PUA me in front of her daughter:
“He’s just a useless man; if you want to leave him, go ahead!”
“If you stay with him, don’t ever come back to your family!”
When the police came knocking, she once again listed all my faults in front of them:
“He’s a good-for-nothing! My daughter has been with him for years; if she hadn’t taken her daughter out to earn money herself, they both would have starved!”
Why couldn’t this person speak with a clear conscience? But this time, the officers wouldn’t listen to her: “Ma’am, let me tell you the truth—your daughter is dead. We initially suspect foul play. We’re here to gather information to find the murderer and bring justice for your daughter!”
“What? My daughter is dead?”
At that moment, her incessant complaints finally ceased. Yet she still tried to pin her daughter's death on me: “My daughter wanted a divorce from him, but he refused! He must be the bastard who harmed my daughter!”
But this time, there was no way she could dump that blame on me.
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