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Murder of the Pillow Man (Microfiction)

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"Why do you buy so many things?" Liu Kang glanced at the express packaging boxes piled up like a hill at the door, and said angrily.

"Oops, isn't this a recent event with a promotion? Besides, I don't buy all my own, and my children's stuff accounts for the majority. Wang Shan didn't seem to notice her husband's eyes full of resentment and disgust, and took care of the courier by herself.

Murder of the Pillow Man (Microfiction)

"How much money do we have enough money for you to spend like this? You haven't been to work since you had a baby. This family is all supported by me alone, can't you buy less things? Liu Kang was not satisfied with her answer, and still chattered and complained, like a resentful woman.

"You...... You repeat! Oops, I'm so dizzy......" Wang Shan pointed at her husband with trembling fingers, and was about to have a seizure, but she was dizzy by the sudden dizziness.

"Alright, let's not talk about it! Sit down and take a break, drink a little water, and take a break! You also know your body, don't I just talk a few words? It's good for you to listen, you have to go up with me, how about now, blood pressure is high again! Seeing this, Liu Kang hurriedly helped his wife sit down, but he still talked endlessly.

"I have high blood pressure, who is it for? Isn't it like this when you have a baby? When preeclampsia almost killed me, I gave birth to a child in nine lifetimes, and how long has it been, and you have put aside the kindness of the past! Wang Shan sat on the chair and cried.

"Well, it's all my fault. Don't cry, be careful of scaring your child! In Liu Kang's seemingly comforting words, none of them cared about his wife.

This made Wang Shan, who was already angry, a little more dissatisfied, but considering the child, she gave up worrying about him.

"Liu Kang, I can tell you! If you don't get divorced, I'll beat the kids, and I'll be in a long line of suitors. If I hadn't conceived your child, maybe I would have gotten married! Can you do it, give me a good word. Procrastination is not good for anyone! Jin Xue walked around the room with her stomach and said cruel words, her expression was somewhat similar to when Liu Kang counted his wife.

"Baby, listen to me, the cost of divorce is too high. Although Wang Shan and I have young children, we have been married for a long time. Once the divorce money is going to be divided by her, how can we have the money to raise children? That fat woman has such a body, she will definitely not choose to regenerate, we are a girl, how can I explain to our ancestors! Liu Kang talked for a long time, but he didn't get to the point, which made Jin Xue very dissatisfied.

Murder of the Pillow Man (Microfiction)

"What the hell do you mean? Give me a good word! Jin Xue glanced at him dissatisfiedly.

"Divorce naturally can't be separated!" As soon as Liu Kang said this, Jin Xue immediately picked up her backpack and looked like she was about to leave.

"But I can be widowed!"

As soon as the words fell, Jin Xue's footsteps paused, and she turned her head tremblingly and asked, "What did you say?"

Liu Kang was immersed in his plan and continued to share his plan: "The express delivery in our building is always stolen, so a monitor is installed downstairs on the fourth floor, but the female resident of that house is a troublemaker. The female resident on the sixth floor is a spicy and unprovoked person. ”

"Why are you telling me this?" Jin Xue interrupted impatiently.

"Listen to me first." Liu Kang pressed the man back to the couch, and he couldn't wait to share his murderous plan.

"The courier address on the sixth floor is written in extraordinary detail, and there are generally a few units behind the third middle school. Because of this, she developed the habit of only looking at the prefix. Because no one in our building would write that. ”

"How do you know?" Jin Xue was surprised by his carefulness.

Murder of the Pillow Man (Microfiction)

"Because the sixth floor is a loud voice, and I like to talk on the phone on the stairs. Once, her friend sent her a courier, but because she didn't write these words, she couldn't find the courier! Liu Kang patiently answered questions.

"But what does this have to do with killing your daughter-in-law?" Jin Xue was still full of doubts.

"Wang Shan is an introverted and cowardly character, but she is also a person who can't rub sand in her eyes. If her courier is stolen, she will inevitably go to the monitoring, and after being instigated by the fourth floor, she ......" Liu Kang said this, and suddenly stopped his voice, and the matter was made secretly, and the words were defeated. He felt that he had said enough, and if Jin Xue couldn't guess it, it would only mean that she was a stupid beauty. But whether you are stupid or smart, it is the king to be able to give birth to a son for him. Thinking of this, he smiled and took out blood pressure medicine and sprayed it twice in his mouth, and the excitement made his blood pressure rise a little.

Things are going well. He secretly changed one of the addresses in her online shopping app while Wang Shan was sleeping, and like the residents on the sixth floor, he added the words "No. 3 Middle School" in front of the unit building.

Sure enough, a few days later, he heard Wang Shan say angrily: "The thief who killed the heavens dared to steal from me." I didn't install a monitor before, and I stole my supplements. Now even the facial cleanser is stealing! What kind of face do you want to wash! ”

"No, didn't we just change the combination lock? The thief knew our downstairs password so quickly? Liu Kang pretended to be surprised.

"Who knows, isn't there always someone who doesn't close the side door? Maybe he stole it back then! ”

"Did you contact the courier then?"

"The courier asked me to adjust the monitoring first, say to see who it is, and then call the police."

When Liu Kang heard the monitoring adjustment, his heart was pounding with excitement, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Then call it out and take a look, the fourth floor is equipped with monitoring anyway."

"Isn't the child still sleeping? I'm afraid I'll wake her up when I open the door. When the child wakes up, I'll go downstairs to see what this shameless thing looks like! After Wang Shan finished speaking, she lay back on the bed angrily.

Murder of the Pillow Man (Microfiction)

Liu Kang looked at his wife, who was so angry that her face was like a pufferfish, that his heart beat even harder. The plan was about to be accomplished, and joy and excitement washed over his tumbling heart like a tidal wave.

The door creaked and slammed shut. Liu Kang looked at his wife's back, listened to the loud noise coming from the door, and silently estimated the anger in his wife's heart.

"Do you know who stole the courier? It's actually the spicy eldest sister on the sixth floor. It's really a thief shouting to catch a thief, and a few days ago he said that his cat litter was stolen. Who stole it, you say? She also wrapped her head and face in a sunscreen suit when she entered the door, and if it hadn't been for the fourth floor for me to see the outside surveillance, I would have recognized her car. I don't really recognize her! Wang Shan frothed excitedly, and the stars flew sideways.

"And what are you going to do?" Liu Kang asked tentatively.

"Call the police! I asked in the household group last night, whether anyone took the wrong courier, and I didn't say a word, which was expected and I didn't dare to call the police! It's really day and night, and it's hard to prevent internal thieves! Wang Shan's chest rose and fell violently, and her breathing was much heavier than usual.

"Call the police!" Liu Kang's eyes almost popped out, "No, the neighbors live." If this tears her face, what if she takes revenge on us? ”

"Revenge? What cheeky revenge does she have? Is it reasonable to steal from others? This is a society governed by the rule of law, and she is a thief who steals things, and she dares to be so arrogant? Wang Shan's voice has increased a lot, and she is obviously very angry.

"What about a society governed by the rule of law, if she scolds the street at the door and falls on the side, what can we do with her? Could it be that it has become a courier, and we can't move? Liu Kang's words are undoubtedly arching the fire.

Wang Shan became even more angry after hearing this, she was a little unstable on her feet, but she still insisted on asking rhetorically: "Then what about my courier?" That's it! I've never suffered this loss in my life! It's a big deal to fight with her! ”

Liu Kang saw that his wife's anger value had reached its peak, and he became more and more weak: "Have you ever thought about the child?" Aren't you afraid of scaring children if you're making such a fuss? You are so selfish! ”

A big hat was buttoned down, and Wang Shan was out of breath. She felt that her eyes were dark, and she was lying straight on the bed.

Liu Kang saw that his plan was successful, and his joy was beyond words. But at the same time, the fear of the idea of killing was put into action, and he was overwhelmed in an instant. The electronic meter in the hand to measure blood pressure is ticking non-stop. A feeling of dizziness made him unable to stand on his feet, and he shivered and moved forward, and the blood pressure medication was on top of the printer a meter away from him.

Murder of the Pillow Man (Microfiction)

There was a "plop" sound, and he fell heavily to the ground. Dizzy, he didn't see the road clearly, and tripped over the cool mat that the child played on in the summer, and fell straight on it, unable to get up.

The fear of dying swept through his body, and he wanted to call someone, but he couldn't make a sound. Looking at his wife who was lying upright on the bed not far away, remorse and unwillingness still took away his last bit of strength.

I don't know how long later, Wang Shan was woken up by the child's crying. She hurriedly got up, picked up the child, and called her husband's name in the house.

Unfortunately, she was met with a deathly silence. She looked down, only to see a stiffened corpse.

A scream pierced the inky sky, accompanied by the cry of a child, and the sound of an ambulance whimpering, like a nightingale crying and a cuckoo crying blood, was particularly desolate and sad to listen to in people's ears.

After Wang Shan had a full body examination, the doctor only told her to stay happy, not to get angry, and not to eat greasy food.

Wang Shan smiled secretly in her heart: "The people who made me angry have disappeared, and naturally I won't be angry anymore in the future." As for greasy food, it is Liu Kang's favorite food. Over the years, she has been cooking according to Liu Kang's taste, but she has turned herself into a fat woman in his mouth. ”

The police arrived with the ambulance, and they called up the surveillance of Wang Shan's home but did not find anything unusual.

Not long after Wang Shan went home, there was a reply from the household group: "502, I'm sorry I got the wrong courier, I'll go downstairs and bring it to you later."

Wang Shan replied in seconds: "Okay."

She is such a person, what should belong to her cannot be shared with others at all, her husband is like this, and things are the same.

Murder of the Pillow Man (Microfiction)

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