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In a house in the wandering area, I stood in a bedroom on weekends. The bedroom was very simple, with a bed, a combing desk, and a wardrobe. In addition, only the curtains on the windows were shaking in the wind, and even the yellow printed wallpaper attached to the walls looked a little old.

It can be seen that the life in this family is a bit... dull.

Wood stood on the other side of the room, standing with some grief. His nervous expression was as if he was waiting for the murderer to be sentenced by the court.

"Are you sure you do this?"

Standing there looking at him on the weekend.

"I want to know the result." Wood's answer was simple.

The last time I asked on the weekend, "Didn't I tell you the end? There are only fingerprints of you and your wife on that pair of underwear."

"Wood, you should calm down. Once a man has doubts about such things, he may not give up any evidence to completely dispel his doubts. Now what you have to do is rest and think more about that woman's goodness."

On the weekend, I was very sure that there was no mistake in collecting the evidence of the underwear. But he felt that there was no need to make further confirmation at the house of Wood. If this woman really had a crush, why didn't she go outside? Isn't it more convenient to find this excitement in her bed? Is it true that my husband is a policeman and wouldn't do this?

"For example, she has given me a similar surprise?"

The wind with moisture blew into the room along the window screen, and the curtains slowly floated on the windowsill. When I heard this on the weekend, I didn’t know how to react.

Wood sat on the bed, accusing himself of some decadence: "I'm just an idiot, Zhou, do you know?"

"I was deceived by that damn woman again and again!"

"Two years ago, on the night of January 30, I was on night shift in the Western Conference. The next morning I saw her who had not slept all night. She was a little dazed. Later, someone from the murder department came to the door and wanted a confession. Only then did I realize that this bitch - the son was not at home that night, but was with other men at the Cecil Hotel..." He couldn't continue.

Needless to say, it goes on.

I don’t know who Wood’s wife went with on the weekend, but he knew the beginning of the famous water tower drowning case. The female Chinese girl disappeared on January 31. In the video released by the police, the girl performed very strangely in the elevator in the hotel on January 30.

He was still unable to understand why Wood's wife's fingerprint appeared in the database, it turned out that it was because of this.

"What after?"

I wanted to continue asking this on the weekend, but I saw Wood lowering his head and looking at him with a painful expression.

After a long time, Wood took out a box of cigarettes from his police uniform's pocket and said, "Zhou, you can see that my family is not rich. Three children and two of them were in high school and one in the tenth grade almost emptied all our efforts. But I can't bear this blow. This is not something that an ordinary person should bear, f-u-c--k."

He lit the lighter twice in a row without ignition, but he threw the cigarette and lighter to the ground.

"I thought my life had suffered a huge disaster two years ago, and the days ahead would be better. Things did develop like this. She began to calm down and put all her thoughts at home. After I forgave her, she was obedient and seemed to know that she was wrong. She should try her best to maintain everything and ensure the integrity of the home." Wood mentioned his IQ again: "I am just a fool, so I shouldn't believe her. She has changed again in the past few weeks. She will go out every Thursday afternoon, and she looks worried when she comes back."

Without answering the conversation on the weekend, the evidence provided by Wood could not support his reasoning at all.

"Don't forget that I'm a policeman too, how can I fool me like this? twice?"

Click.

The sound of the key inserting into the door lock came. Before I could get the purple light flashlight on the makeup cabinet on the weekend, I was holding tweezers and a bag of evidence in my hand, a woman's voice came from the door.

"Dear, are you at home? I saw your police car at the doorstep."

A middle-aged woman with black hair walked in. She was very ordinary. She was wearing clothes and bags she carried. Even the shoes under her feet were low-heeled shoes that home women chose because they hated trouble, so that they could increase their height slightly.

When the woman walked into the living room and placed the key on the coffee table in the living room, she turned her head and saw two men in the bedroom next to her. Both of them were wearing police uniforms, one of them seemed...

", my dear, the home was stolen? What is your colleague doing?"

The woman threw her bag down and walked straight to the bedroom. When she saw that the bedroom cabinet door was not open and there was no sign of being turned over in the room, she asked in a difficult understanding: "Can anyone tell me what happened?"

I was still trying to go to the round weekend, but Wood had already stood up from the bed: "Can you tell me what I'm doing today? By the way, I'll tell you everything about every Thursday afternoon in the previous few weeks."

She looked at Wood who suddenly became angry, then looked at the Chinese policeman who stood there without any reaction, just looking at all this, as if she understood.

"Are you investigating me?"

"That's right." When Wood admitted, he wanted to scold a 'idiot' on the weekend, but he was not very suitable for him to speak on this occasion.

"Selina, do you know that you've been out every Thursday afternoon these weeks, and do you know that you haven't had any intimate relationships with me for almost a month?" Wood said as if he was about to go crazy: "I'm going crazy!"

Selena stood at the door of the room and took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions and said, "Can we talk about this later..."

I understood the meaning of this sentence on weekends. As an outsider, many things are not convenient to say.

"No, I want you to tell me now, now."

She was trying to suppress herself by her manic husband, such as Selena, who was dead corners, and tried to avoid quarrels, saying, "I went to see a psychologist."

“Why!”

"I didn't abuse you."

"Can I take it upon myself?" Selena raised the volume a little: "Me!"

"I... I read the news. The news said that two more girls in the Cecil Hotel were killed in succession. No one was more touched than I heard about this. At the beginning, I watched the girl in the corridor quarrel with someone behind the door. If I opened the door, maybe the girl would not have disappeared the next day, nor would she die in the water tower in the following days!"

Selena said as if she was venting, "I have always been blaming myself. It was you who forgave me that mistake and we all wanted to keep this home intact to calm everything down. However, when the news of someone being killed in the Cecil Hotel again appeared in the Cecil, all I could think of before going to bed every night is the state of the Asian girl, I couldn't sleep."

Eyewitnesses of the Water Tower Drown?

This woman saw everything about the 4-minute video released by Los Angeles police on the Internet?

In other words, the nearly 100-minute silent videos that the Los Angeles police have learned may not be complete with Selena's eyes behind the cat's eyes in the hotel room. After all, the video has no sound, and the lip-language expert cannot analyze the status at that time. She remembers so much that she wants to see a psychologist and blames herself deeply, that is, she has not forgotten at all.

I wanted to ask on the weekend and want to know what happened that day. He wanted to conduct a complete analysis of this strange case that hit him, and even wanted to compare it with the "accidental drowning" announced by the police.

But he can't ask, at least he can't ask now. The emotional crisis of these two people can be solved by themselves. Maybe an outsider will make a fuss here to the point where he can't recover, so he will be banned from the matter of integrating into the Western Conference.

"Wood, I think everything your wife said is true. Just verify the documents from the psychology clinic and you will understand that you are wrong." He put away the purple light flashlight and tweezers, threw the hair from the evidence bag into the trash can next to the bed, and walked towards the door with strong curiosity.

At that time, the room was quiet.
Chapter completed!