There was only one bedside lamp left in the room, and the dim light seemed to arouse their sexuality/desire.
They did it very intensely, and the sound of flesh/body impact was always echoing in my ears. I heard my husband gasping more and more quickly, as if he was being strangled by someone bit by bit, slowly losing the ability to breathe air.
I heard his last gasp. Then there was a long moan from the bamboo horse. I saw the post-orgasmic horse kicking my husband's legs and seemed to want him to do it again.
But my husband was unresponsive. He's probably dead.
So I took out my plastic gloves and put them on, then gently closed the door of the room and locked it with my key. I heard the voice of the bamboo horse teasing/teasing my husband in the room. He seemed to be teasing my husband and said that he couldn't do it just once.
Then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the room. It was so loud that the cicadas outside the door seemed to stop singing. Zhuma murmured incredulously, "How is it possible..." His voice was trembling, as if suppressing fear, "How... how is it possible..."
Zhuma should have tried to see if my husband is still breathing, I think.
I heard his next hysterical scream. It was like a robin crying for help before its throat was cut. It was hoarse and ugly.
I walked slowly to the window of the room to watch them.
The room they chose was located in the interior of the house, and the windows also faced the interior. The only window that was open was very small. This was because my husband had a superstitious belief that large windows would spread money.
With the stature of a bamboo horse, it probably won't be able to climb out.
I walked over, turned on my flashlight and shone in, knocking on the window glass. The sound of knocking on the window quickly attracted Zhuma's attention. At first, he seemed to be frightened by the dazzling flashlight light, but after he realized it, he stumbled to the window like crazy, and used the Sharp nails scratched at the glass, making a sharp "Zla" sound.
His voice sounded distorted through the glass, and the bamboo horse screamed: "It's you...! It's you who wanted to kill us!"
I just watched him silently there.
Tears flowed down Zhuma's beautiful face, and his face looked extremely pale at this moment, like a ghost. "It wasn't me..." he murmured under his breath, "It was you... you killed him!"
"Oh." I said with a smile, "yes."