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Xue Qing was wearing a deep gray men's trench coat, and with every movement, she reminded me of someone—yes, that so-called killer who had appeared in my room twice, the thief.
“Did you kill my wife?” I pointed at Lisa, who lay beside the bench.
“My dear Mr. Ishii, how could you say such a thing?” She casually tossed a thick notebook at me. “This is what your wife wrote; take a good look!”
October 17th, Gentle Southern Breeze
Dear husband, I know you have another woman outside and that you are prepared to kill me and start anew with her.
At the same time, I am aware that we once loved each other deeply. I even believe that if it weren't for this life-threatening illness, you might not have the heart to separate from me; perhaps we would continue to compose the symphony of our lives together! But you are too cowardly; you fear the emptiness and loneliness after I am gone, so you have made early preparations for what comes next.
I understand your good intentions, and I know your pain, but I must shamefully tell you that I cannot tolerate your relationship with her—neither now nor after my death.
So—I will kill you, so we can leave together. Please forgive me for making this decision without your consent. I hope that if given the chance in heaven or hell, we can talk it out, and you will surely understand my recklessness at this moment!
...
October 18th, Clear Turning Cloudy
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Today, when you walked downstairs, I immediately turned off the lights and even shut off the main switch. It was time to set my plan in motion.
I wore a deep gray trench coat and sat in the living room waiting for you to come in. With my unique talent for performance and varied tones, I pretended to be a thief who had broken into the room, discussing with you the idea of exchanging murders.
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I was surprised by how readily you agreed; it pained me deeply. I even took out a nail clipper, trying to mask my inner turmoil with the mundane act of trimming my nails. If you had cared enough to look at the nail clippings on the floor, you would have seen that I am not a man. But it seems you did not do so, which leads me to speculate that your desire to kill me runs far too deep.
October 19th, cloudy
Today, I once again pretended to be a thief to engage you in conversation. I had hoped that you would have a moment of conscience and abandon your wicked thoughts of killing your wife. Yet, you remained resolute, showing no sentimentality as you reveled in the sweetness of my demise. Very well! Let us leave this world together tomorrow.
By the way, the person I want you to kill is yourself—did you guess? Even if you did, I doubt you would dare to act! Ha ha...
Then let me personally experience the thrill of murder! Can you imagine the coldness of a blade piercing through your chest? Can you fathom that your wife could be so heartless?
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In closing, I wish for us to meet again in heaven or hell! Tomorrow will be our day of reckoning—do you feel scared, knowing how timid you are?
Hehe! My dear, don’t be afraid; I will be there with you!
"Ha ha, this woman must be crazy," I said, shaking my head helplessly after reading the diary. "How can she kill others when she's already dead herself?"
"Indeed! But she is quite calm for someone who's gone mad," Xue Qing nodded in admiration. "She probably just wanted to scare you!"
"I think so too," I replied confidently, but then I suddenly asked in confusion, "Was that her voice I just heard? How did you suddenly get here?"
"You can't even tell if that was her voice?" she teased. "She took poison and ended her life right after talking to you."
"Then, you..."
"I was nearby at the time," she said, turning to point at the dark woods beside us. "Look, it's right over there."
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