Pandora’s Box

Sixuan intended to sneak into Miss Lin's room and open the box to see what was in the box when she went out; however, Miss Lin never left the rental house and ordered food delivery all these days.

On the third morning after Miss Lin had moved into the rental house, Sixuan noticed that she indeed had left the rental house. What on earth was she doing? Morning exercise? Buying breakfast? These things did not matter. The only thing that mattered was that this moment was the perfect time for him to unlock the secret of the box.

Sixuan quietly walked into Miss Lin's room and looked around, but he did not find the box. Finally, something came into his mind and he opened the refrigerator, and found the black box there.

When Sixuan was about to open the box, Miss Lin's cold voice rang from behind him, "What are you doing?"

Sixuan turned his head and looked at Miss Lin. He was not at all embarrassed. He softly said, "I want to know what is in the box."

Miss Lin froze at once when she heard Sixuan say this so casually and directly. She paused for a moment and then said coldly, "You mustn't open the box."

Sixuan frowned without saying anything.

Miss Lin slowly walked to stand in front of Sixuan with a stunned expression. She said in an arctic voice, "This is Pandora's Box. Once it is opened, disasters will come."

The corner of Sixuan's mouth twitched. He smiled and said, "Interesting. . ." He muttered to himself as he left Miss Lin's room.

Pandora's Box? The box was full of countless disasters that should never be opened?

Miss Lin's words made Sixuan more and more curious. If he couldn't unlock the secret of the box, he might not be able to feel at ease for the rest of his life.

In the afternoon, the owner brought a forty-year-old man to the rental house. Sixuan knew him.

His name was Zheng Tianwei and he was a Criminal Police Officer. He had led the investigation into the murder that had happened in this rental house.

Criminal police officer Zheng nodded to Sixuan, and inquired of Miss Lin, "Are you Miss Lin Jing'er?"

"Yes," Miss Lin said as she nodded.

At the same time, Sixuan thought, It turns out that her name is Lin Jing'er.

"Do you know a man named Jing Haozhi?" Criminal police officer Zheng continued to question Lin Jing'er.

"I do. What happened to him?" Lin Jing'er asked, knowing the answer.

"He died a few days ago. He was murdered."

"What?" Lin Jing'er showed a surprised expression, which was fake. She had long known that Jing Haozhi was killed.

"Yes," said Criminal police officer Zheng. "He was shot."

"What?" Lin Jing'er shouted, showing a surprised expression once again. Nevertheless, at this time, the surprised expression was different from the one earlier. It was the real surprise from the deep depths of her heart.

Lin Jing'er

In the cafe, I saw Haozhi. Although we didn't tell the other person what clothes we would wear for the date, and we also didn't say how to identify each other, when I saw him, there was a strong intuition in my heart: It was him! In the past six months, the person who called me every night was him!

He was about thirty years old, tall, with melancholy eyes and a pale face.

Haozhi also recognized me with just one glance.

We fell in love at first sight. Right on the spot, head-over-heels in love.

In that one month, we lived together; in that one month, we chatted on the phone every day from two o'clock to five o'clock in the morning though we slept next to each other; in that one month, my world became colorful; in that one month it was the happiest days of my life.

Until that day, when I accidentally saw the scene. Just in a moment, the beautiful fairy tale was totally destroyed, and all the happy elements suddenly disappeared.

Downstairs in Haozhi's apartment, I saw him hugging and kissing a girl.

This one month, I had tasted the sweetness of love for the very first time; now, for the very first time, I tasted the pain of love.

I was desperate.

I loved Haozhi. Except for him, I could never fall in love with another man. However, he no longer entirely belonged to me. In this case, I would rather destroy him personally!

So the next morning, I quietly put the rat poison I bought last night in the bottled drinking water in his home.

Haozhi was dead, and I knew it. But was not he poisoned by me? Why did the police say he was shot? Was he killed by someone else?

Who was the murderer?

When Jing Haozhi was killed, Lin Jing'er had a perfect absence proof—an alibi—so Criminal Police Officer Zheng just asked her a few questions before he let her go.

When Criminal Police Officer Zheng was preparing to leave the rental house, Murong Sixuan whispered to him, "Would you like to go downstairs to the canteen for a while?"

Criminal police officer Zheng looked at Sixuan and saw his meaningful eyes. He thought about it and then nodded.

Criminal police officer Zheng thought that the murder case that happened last night in the rental house was quickly solved with the help of Sixuan. Sixuan had amazing insight and agile thinking ability, so perhaps he had a unique insight into the shooting case.

In the canteen, Criminal Police Officer Zheng told Sixuan about the general situation of the shooting case. The deceased was Jing Haozhi, thirty-one years old, unemployed. He inherited from his parents, who died in an accident more than ten years ago. Although it was not a huge inheritance, it was enough to cover the expenses of the food, clothing, housing, and transportation for Jing Haozhi.

In the afternoon six days ago, the neighbors of Jing Haozhi heard two gunshots from Jing Haozhi's home, so the neighbors called the police. Later, when Criminal Police Officer Zheng led the team to the scene, it was five minutes after the neighbors had heard the gunshots. At that time, Jing Haozhi was shot dead. He had two shots in his body, one in the heart and the other in the right temple.

The window of Jing Haozhi's room was open and a rope was tied to it. The police guessed that the murderer used the rope to escape through the window. The ground outside the window was grass. Later, the police found a revolver in the grass. After identification, they knew it was the weapon used for the criminal purpose.

With the further appraisal, it was confirmed that the revolver had only fired two shots; the first shot hit the temple of Jing Haozhi, and the second shot hit him in the left side of the chest, which was where the heart was located. The police used this to judge that Jing Haozhi’s death was definitely not a suicide. If he was suicidal, he would have died immediately after the shot in his temple. How could he make another shot to his heart? Besides, the gun was found in the grass. A dead person couldn't throw a gun through the window to the grass.

The murderer did not leave fingerprints on the scene. The murderer must have thought that his murder plan was seamless, but nobody escaped the judgment of heaven. There was a set of footprints on the window and the police concluded that they were left when the murderer escaped.

In addition, the police investigated that Jing Haozhi had invested in huge amounts of insurance before his death, and the insured was a person named Lin Jing'er. After the police investigated openly and secretly, they found the whereabouts of Lin Jing'er. So this afternoon, Criminal Police Officer Zheng went to the rental house to find Lin Jing'er.

"This is the general situation." After explaining all this, Criminal Police Officer Zheng exhaled a long breath.