"..." I said after a moment of silence, "Is it a bamboo horse lock? He has a key to the villa... No, it's impossible!"
I looked at the bamboo horse, wiped away the tears that didn't exist in my eyes, and said with a sob: "I know... I know that my husband has... an improper relationship with you, but... But it shouldn't be ..”
D sighed and said, "The Criminal Investigation Department didn't find out that he had distributed the keys. Besides..." He stared at me with piercing eyes, and said as if questioning, "Your husband doesn't have the keys either. So who is it?" locked the door?"
"..." I didn't answer him, but sobbed softly.
"With all due respect, I know your heart is very sad now. But... you should go to my police station as soon as possible, and explain to the police officer the whereabouts of your husband in those few days and your whereabouts after your husband disappeared. More More information will help us solve the case and find out who killed your husband."
"The real murderer?" I heard Editor B's voice faintly behind me. He came out of the shadow step by step, his steps were so light that they landed on the ground like feathers.
But the sudden appearance seemed to frighten Police Officer D. He suddenly became alert, frowned, and asked, "Do you have any questions?"
Editor B smiled, he called my name, and said, "Isn't the real culprit the bamboo horse next to you? There were only two people at the scene of the crime, and the bamboo horse held a knife in his hand. The cause of his husband's death was blood loss." Isn't it obvious who the real culprit is?"
"But there are still many doubts in this case." Officer D said.
"You still have a pair of handcuffs in your pocket." B came to my side, he pulled me to protect me behind him, and said, "Then may I ask the police officer, who are you here to arrest?"