I'm going to have a look at the current situation of the bamboo horse.
My editor friend B gave me a hand and got me out of the hospital bed. I walked out in my slippers. The moment I opened the door, the pale light in the corridor shone into the ward. The glare of the incandescent light made me squint my eyes, and I saw the bamboo horse and police officer D sitting on the chair in the corridor.
I walked out slowly, B did not follow me out. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of him still standing in the dark space of the ward, like a silent spectator and a guardian.
After getting used to the environment, I fixed my eyes on the bamboo horse. His black hair became dull and dull, his eyes were hollow, as dull as a dead fish, and there was a freshly scabbed bloodstain at the corner of his eyes. There was a clear liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, which was probably saliva, and the liquid slid down to his chin, and he licked it back with his tongue. He looked like a stray dog.
The police officer D beside him seemed to think that Zhuma's behavior was too indecent, so he wiped the drool off Zhuma's face with a tissue. That's when I noticed the shackles on the bamboo horse's hands.
I intentionally tremblingly asked D with a hoarse voice: "My husband...was he killed?"
D hesitated for a long time, he did not answer yes or no, but said: "Our technicians hacked your husband's computer, and we found that there were indecent photos of your husband and bamboo horses in that folder. And, we found A month ago, one day after your husband disappeared, someone sent a package to Zhuma. The medicine c in the package was for myocardial infarction."
"...what does this drug have to do with my husband's death?" I asked.
"We suspect that he has also purchased this drug before. This drug c is not perfect, and it also has the effect of promoting excitement." Police Officer D said, "The autopsy report shows that your husband's death date is around July 28, and the cause of death is Excessive blood loss. He seems to have a record of taking drug c."
"Could it be..." I said with a trembling voice, "Zhuma has that kind of relationship with my husband, and Zhuma wants to... kill him?"
"The preliminary analysis is probably like this." Officer D said, "But there is something wrong...the door of the room is locked."