The Slag Gong wants to Kill me

On the day when the film was finished, I sent the photos of the surveillance camera, the pictures of the film actor and the bamboo horse, and the things I recorded in the original recording to my husband anonymously. I also learned from those horrific murderers, cut out the newspaper and spelled out a sentence to attach to the photo.

-I have been watching you.

I think he must have been very panicked because I could hear his crazy, hysterical voice like that while I was on the TV in the living room.

He seems to be looking for something, I guess it should be surveillance, but it is too late now. When I sent something, I thought of his first reaction. How could I be so stupid to leave the monitor in the room?

When I opened a pack of potato chips and drank my sprite, my husband came out. He asked me, "Did you do it?"

I saw that his hair was messy and his eyes were red and swollen. It seemed to be left because he didn't sleep well last night. I looked at him and asked innocently, "What happened?"

Then I got up from the sofa, poured a glass of water with interest and gave it to him, and asked, "Is something wrong with the company? You look so bad. Would you like to go to bed again?"

He stared at me for a moment. I knew I wouldn't show any flaws, and I still cared and asked him if he was too stressed.

My husband shook his head. He sighed heavily and said, "No." He asked me, "What kind of person do you think Zhuma is?"

He is tempting me.

Such an obvious temptation.

"Isn't he a good friend of yours? Then he must be a very kind person," I said with a smile. "I also want to have a good friend from childhood to old age. Is something wrong with him?"

"No." My husband froze, he shook his head and said.

He seemed to think that I really couldn't do it, and in his eyes it seemed that I knew nothing about his derailment.

I do n’t know if it was to cover up his disability, or if he was ashamed, my husband said, "I will push things out of the company today. I ... I haven't come back to eat for a long time ..."

I know I have lied to him.

"Then I will cook your favorite dishes at night." I said with a smile. I certainly won't forget to add medicine in it.

I saw my husband who walked to the door nodded, he turned back and said "um", and smiled at me.

The door was closed. I picked up my Sprite, and then pulled out the Zhuma schedule I took last time.

Now I can master every move of the bamboo horse, I think.