Editor B's living room is very clean, like any single man, there is a fabric sofa in the center of the living room, and a dish on the coffee table, which contains freshly seasoned fruits. He saw me looking at the dish, He smiled and said to me: "If you want to eat, take it yourself."
I shook my head, rejecting his offer.
Immediately after he took out the DVD and played the video, he walked to the sofa and sat down, and invited me to sit down too. The film is an old-fashioned horror film from a long time ago, and the end of the story is still a mental patient making trouble. B asked me how the movie was, and I replied, "It's kind of boring."
"Indeed." B replied, "What you write will definitely be more exciting than this."
"...don't think so highly of me," I replied.
"What happened to the two mockingbirds?" he asked the question abruptly.
I sighed and said, "One is dead. The other is not long to live."
"It's pathetic," he said with a smile.
That night, I stayed in the room with him and talked a lot about movies, about college... I didn't leave until dawn.
Then I went home and started processing the suspect items. I scraped off the label on that pill box and flushed it down the drain, and then I got rid of all the monitoring equipment in the house. Then I smashed the receiver of the locator on my husband, I have to say it made a lot of noise, but no one complained about it at the villa.
Then there is the purchase record of drug c. At the beginning, I paid with my husband's account number, and then asked him to send it directly to the hotel. I still have some drug c left on hand, which I think might still come in handy.
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After disposing of the remaining medicine, my husband's brother A called, his tone sounded very gentle, and he asked me if I was free tonight? My husband's parents wanted to have a reunion dinner with us.
What a strange request. I thought.
I told him that my husband seemed to be out because of the movie, he didn't answer my calls, and he probably didn't have time for a reunion dinner.
A's voice stopped for a few seconds, and he asked, "Do you know who he went out with?"
I answered him, "I don't know. He doesn't like me interfering too much in his affairs."
A let out an "oh" and said, "That's it. It's okay, it's fine if you come alone."
I shrugged my shoulders and hung up the phone. It seemed that I was going to go. To be honest, I actually didn't like my husband's parents at all. They were too loud.
Before going there, I took a nap, and in the middle of my sleep, my doorbell rang.