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Writer and journalist Li Tonghao's short story - Not A Murder Story - won the Lam Wing Sam Literary Award. The story begins with a bizarre murder of a flight attendant in an apartment, setting off a turbulent undercurrent in the seemingly peaceful life of a couple.In the process of solving the mystery and revealing the truth, the past conflicts and current suspicions between the couple gradually come to the surface. On the surface, it is about murder and case reasoning, but at its core, it is about exploring each other, oneself and various aspects of life in a love relationship.The pull.The whole novel has only 10,000 words, but it skillfully mixes elements of suspense, reasoning, and romance. Li Tonghao's consistently sharp writing style, combined with a precise and fast pace of advancement, creates a story that is both in-depth and entertaining.

Taiwanese drama《Not A Murder Story》Excerpts from the original novel

On Thursday, Monkey goes to take the exam

Mr. Zhang has always followed the rules, and the biggest sin in his life is to write on the books he borrowed from the library. However, when he saw a police car at the door of his apartment building after get off work, his heart still beat violently.

The lights on the roof of the police car flashed, red on the left and blue on the right.Mr. Zhang, who works as an editor in a publishing house, remembered that he had compiled a popular science book before and knew that blue and red are the primary colors of warm and cold colors. Such a sharp contrast can attract more attention.Mr. Zhang always remembers the trivial knowledge that has no real help in life better than anyone else.

Mr. Zhang walked into the atrium and saw a policeman surrounded by crowds.

“Mr. Zhang, something happened to your stewardess on one of the fifth floors. She was murdered. It was terrible.” Mrs. Hong on the second floor saw him and said worriedly, grinning, and her cheek muscles trembled vaguely, like a smile.

“Mr. Zhang?”The policeman turned to him and asked him if he knew Ms. Su, one of the people on the fifth floor. Was she at home at one o'clock in the morning on Wednesday? Did she hear anyone arguing or see suspicious people coming in and out?All the crowd's eyes turned to him, and Mr. Zhang lowered his head, feeling embarrassed.“It's not like we know each other, we just nodded when we met in the elevator.”“Yes, I was there, but I fell asleep and didn't hear anything.”

Mr. Zhang answered questions and answers, but when he answered, Miss Su's face appeared in his mind.

One time when he got home from work, he got out of the MRT station and was caught in the rain. He held an umbrella and stood at the intersection waiting for the traffic light. A girl leaned on the edge of the umbrella. He turned around and found that it was Miss Su. They seemed to have met in the elevator.He nodded slightly like that.

“ Everything was fine, but then it started to rain.” the girl said.

“Eh.” Mr. Zhang chatted.

The two of them sat under the umbrella and waited for the light to turn green.He secretly moved the umbrella over, exposing his shoulders to the sticky rain.When the light turned green, Ms. Su turned her head and said thank you to him, then covered her forehead with her palms and started running quickly. When Mr. Zhang saw this, he strode forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

“Oh, no need, ”Miss Su said with a smile: “It won't rain heavily, it will be here soon.” Miss Su's forehead and hair were covered with rainwater. After finishing speaking, she got into the rain again.The umbrella in Mr. Zhang's hand was either open or unsupported. He simply put it away and followed her step by step through the rain.

Ms. Su wore a pair of knee-high red rain boots. Mr. Zhang noticed that she seemed to love those boots.On another sunny day, he and Mrs. Zhang met her in the elevator.Jeans, a cotton plaid shirt and those red rain boots.He secretly discussed with Mrs. Zhang how strange it was that this woman was wearing rain boots on a hot day.Mrs. Zhang laughed out loud, "Those are Wellington boots. A pair costs four to five thousand yuan. Princess Diana, Brigitte Lin, and Kate Moss all wore them. What kind of rain boots?"!You are so ridiculous.%

Mr. Zhang was absent-mindedly thinking about the past. He quietly withdrew from the crowd and opened the mailbox to get the mail.When I walked to the elevator door, I saw that the elevator door was about to close, so I stepped forward and pressed the switch to get in.Inside stood Mrs. Wang, who lived on the third floor, and her four-year-old boy, and the old woman who lived on the fourth floor, her lips pursed as sternly as the Egyptian Sphinx. Behind her, the Indian maid held a red poodle in her arms.He lowered his head and said sorry. He saw the door closed and then slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a suit stood at the door. He was another resident on the fourth floor.The man was stunned for a moment, and then said: “Oh, you better go up first.”

The elevator door closes.“Mom, mom, that uncle hates dogs the most.” Rongrong said.Mrs. Wang touched Rongrong's head and asked him not to talk nonsense.“It’s true, ”Rongrong was unwilling to be left alone and recited the nursery rhyme, “Monkey wears new clothes on Monday, Monkey is hungry on Tuesday, Monkey goes climbing on Wednesday, Monkey goes to take exam on Thursday... ”Rongrong raised her head and said to Mrs. Wang:“Mom,Mom, monkey has an exam today.”

Today is Thursday.

Mr. Zhang came to the door of his home and saw that a yellow blockade had been pulled up on the opposite door.He took out his keys and opened the door and entered the house. The first thing he did was to turn on the TV and switch to the news channel. He turned around and put down his keys and briefcase, took off his shirt and suit pants and changed into sports shorts. A bizarre death occurred in Banqiao District, New Taipei City the night before.A 30-year-old flight attendant named Su was found dead at home this morning with multiple stab wounds on her back and chest.Forensic personnel said that Su Nu was lying next to the door. However, what is puzzling is that the dining table was decorated with flowers, candlesticks and red wine. There was no sign of a fight, and the door was chained, forming a secret room like a mystery novel. What exactly was it?Homicide or suicide remains to be clarified by the police.It is understood that the stewardess surnamed Su lives alone, and most of her family members are abroad. Only one sister lives in Hsinchu.Because she did not arrive for work on Wednesday, the company contacted the flight attendant sister. The sister came to the flight attendant's residence and found that the door was locked. She asked a locksmith to break the door chain, and then found the deceased lying in a pool of blood. The time of death was estimated to be around 1 to 2 o'clock in the morning on Wednesday......“ Mr. Zhang was listening to the news, and a piano melody came to his mind. The melody was quite familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was no matter how hard he tried.

He opened the refrigerator with that piano melody, and the Lock and Twist boxes were stacked one after another, all written by Mrs. Zhang.Mrs. Zhang works as an editor at a newspaper and arrives at the company at three o'clock in the afternoon.She cooked the meal at noon and went out at about two o'clock. She came home at about midnight. Because she went to bed and got up at different times, she slept in a separate room with Mr. Zhang.Two people with different schedules basically live their own lives under the same roof.

Mr. Zhang eats alone, washes dishes, watches TV and takes out the trash. His days are no different from other days, but today is different. Today, a person died next door to his house.He was lying on the sofa, reading - postal law pre-examination questions - and reviewing the details of the unsolved case on the hourly news in each section.

When Mrs. Zhang came home at midnight, he told Mrs. Zhang that the flight attendant next door was dead.

Mrs. Zhang said she knew, and she even dealt with this page at night.She said that not long after Mr. Zhang went out, TV reporters and the police came.As Mrs. Zhang spoke, she changed the topic. She said that she was going back to Douliu on Saturday as a holiday. Her grandfather's dementia was getting more and more serious, and he didn't even recognize his uncle anymore.She took the overnight train back after work on Friday, and went straight to work at the newspaper office on Sunday morning after returning from Douliu.Mr. Zhang asked if she wanted to accompany him back, but she said no.She walked into the bathroom to wash up, and then shouted through the door: ” I'll negotiate with the landlord later. I was so high-spirited before, but now it's fine. Someone died next to the house, maybe I can get an extra 10“ off.”

Mr. Zhang said good night to her and went back to the room.He was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep at all. He was as excited as if he had drank coffee, and there was something faintly beating in his temples.It might have been an hour, or it might have been longer. He didn't bother to look at his watch, so he didn't know.He got up and went to the kitchen to drink water. Mrs. Zhang had already gone back to her room to fall asleep after watching TV.The house was quiet and the refrigerator compressor was humming.Someone in the household upstairs seemed to have just taken a shower, and the sound of water rushing from the ceiling was flowing down the drain pipe.The melody suddenly came to his mind again.

chopin.《Nocturne》No. 9, No. 2.

He remembered that on the night when Miss Su was killed, he heard Chopin's Nocturne coming from the other side of the wall.Keywords popped up one after another in the news like the sound of a piano: red wine.Knife wounds.Door chain.The spatial layout of their two households is the same. The living room is next to the living room and the bathroom is next to the bathroom. Their lives are clearly reflected like a mirror.black keys.White keys.black keys.White keys.He closed his eyes and saw in the darkness the woman holding a red wine glass walking around the room at Andante speed. She was stabbed several times amidst the melodious and tranquil melody, and every note was stained with blood.

Mr. Zhang quietly walked to the door, hung up the door chain, and created a secret room.“The stab wound passed through the ribs and reached the coronary artery of the heart. The massive blood pressure ruptured the heart and caused pericardial tamponade...” He thought of the content in the news reports. They seemed like common words in mystery novels, and now he was also alive.In a murder novel...

Friday the monkey goes dancing

Mr. Zhang didn't sleep well all night, but he went to the publishing house in high spirits the next day.He entered the company on time at 9:30 in the morning, sat down in his seat, turned on the desk lamp, and started a long day.Contacting the author to confirm the progress, filling out the form, applying for an ISBN from the National Library, and ordering paper are tedious tasks day after day, but there are some small changes today.He quickly finished what he was doing and took advantage of his free time to carefully read the online news about the stewardess murder case. The stewardess's measurements, love history, blogs, and YouTube videos of amateur girls removing makeup from variety shows were all banned.It's like raiding a house.Mr. Zhang thought to himself that people end their lives when they die, but in murder novels, the story begins after death.The newspaper said that the police reviewed the building's elevator, front and rear door and parking lot surveillance video and found that no suspicious persons entered or exited. If it was not suicide, it was the result of residents in the building.In other words, it was a locked room murder, a double locked room.He opened the Word file and typed a few words on the computer.

First floor: Mr. Administrator.

Second floor: Mrs. Hong’s family; first floor: a gay couple?

Third floor: Mrs. Wang and Rongrong’s family; one of the third floors:?Fourth floor: The man who is afraid of dogs; Fourth floor one: Old Mrs. Yang and her Indian maid

Fifth floor: Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang; fifth floor one: Miss Su.

Sixth floor, one of the sixth floors:?

Seventh floor: photographer; seventh floor one:?

Eighth floor, eighth floor one:?

The question mark on the computer is that he actually doesn’t know who these neighbors are.The faces of the neighbors all looked like new English words. They looked familiar yet unfamiliar, and Ai Ai couldn't pronounce them clearly.He slid back in his office chair and stared at the computer. The suspect was on the list.He looked at the list and was very excited, as if those words could form a novel.A sentence appeared in his mind: Mr. Zhang has always followed the rules, and the biggest sin in his life is to underline the books he borrowed from the library. However, when he came home from get off work and saw a police car at the door of his apartment building, his heart still beat violently. stand up......“

The creative passion of my youth returned.

Mr. Zhang wrote some novels when he was young, and he was prone to sharp literary opinions and writing battles on BBS. However, Mr. Zhang later discovered that his qualifications were mediocre, and his writing power was not powerful enough to cover up his lack of life experience. However, he recognized this.It doesn't hurt, at least, that you don't have to endure disappointment over and over again during literary awards season.And he does not have to pursue different values ​​​​from his neighbors just because he has read a few Roland Barthes and Milan Kundera.

He was so excited at this moment that he stood up from his chair, walked a few steps and sat down again.Even the character and personality of the heroine are ready-made, waiting for him to copy them.He clicked on her blog, and the home page showed her smiling in front of a plate of Italian.Most of the web articles describe the bags, perfumes and trophies she bought abroad, and they are also available for purchasing on behalf of others.

She wrote in the self-introduction column: It’s hard to find a man who is 100 percent, so it’s better to find ten men who are 100 percent and get 100 percent. To paraphrase what Nanako Matsushima said in Yamato Money Worshipers: There are only two kinds of kissing., one is kissing with rich people, the other is kissing with poor people.A man without money, whether he is dead or alive, I will treat him as if he does not exist.My life is either a restaurant, a living room or a coffee shop.Sisters, let’s have fun together.”

The stewardess’s blog is called “三堂电影”

Beautiful and money-loving, this woman completely conforms to the stereotype of mystery novels, with the word corpse or murderer written on her face.Mr. Zhang wondered how this woman would die if she fell into the hands of Agatha Christie.If it were Raymond Chandler, how would he ridicule all of this through Philip Marlowe's mouth?Let’s talk about Miyuki Miyabe, this Japanese aunt should have a warmer explanation for all this.

Mr. Zhang thought that he was stuck at a certain point, so he got up and went to the toilet. He saw the president walking in before him, so he turned around and walked to the tea room. There was laughter inside, and several colleagues who compiled a weight loss book for idol photo albums hid.It was like they were talking about some gossip inside. When they saw him come in, they fell silent. Mr. Zhang poured a cup of tea and left. Then he heard laughter bursting from behind.These colleagues who are nearly one year younger than him have no intention of ostracizing him, they just don't get along with Mr. Zhang.Mr. Zhang is not a stickler for the past. When he uses Facebook, he also likes articles posted by his friends that disrupt the current situation.He even knew which singing program and which session those people on variety shows who looked like passers-by but whose singing voices were extremely loud came from.However, he is more like an overseas expatriate, receiving everything from his hometown across the sea.They are from another country, the country of married people.However, Mrs. Zhang’s fibroadenoma makes it difficult to conceive and she has been married for eight years without any children. The marriage life of the president and editor-in-chief revolves around children. They are more like new immigrants, surrounded by unfamiliar customs.Everywhere is a foreign country.

When get off work at 6:30 pm, some colleagues in the office met to watch a movie, some wanted to dance flamenco, and some asked him to go eat spicy hot pot. Someone politely asked him if he was going.He smiled and shook his head, isolated from all meals, parties, and appointments, and went home on time at seven o'clock in the evening.

Before going upstairs, I opened the mailbox, phone and water bills, RT-Mart discount stamps, flyers for pet hotels, and spring and summer women's clothing catalogs on gold-plated snow-copper paper.The thin and shabby bill belongs to him, and the gorgeous and heavy clothing catalog belongs to Miss Su.He lived on the fifth floor, and Miss Su was on one of the fifth floors. Letters from neighbors always came to his mailbox.

He held the VIP night closing party brochure of the department store, which was about the size of a passport, and flipped through it. Chanel feather jewelry watch, LOEWE limited edition crocodile leather handbag, CHAUMET sapphire tiara, all kinds of luxury items shone on the paper, and the invitation cardEnglish that curls like a vine, like the font on a visa to a foreign country, promises a place beyond their reach.

Arriving at the elevator door, a high school girl in white and black skirt stood there, chewing an apple with relish. Mr. Zhang stared at the tooth marks and spit on the apple calmly.Two short-haired men wearing the same style of vests and shorts walked in from outside with a Shiba Inu. Mr. Zhang seemed to have done something bad and was found out. He avoided these people with a guilty conscience and took the stairs to go home.

He climbed up the stairs step by step. Every door in the building looked the same. However, the stairwell revealed more than he imagined: the shoe cabinet at the door of Mrs. Hong’s house on the second floor was filled with colorful women’s shoes., there are just a thousand and one pairs of men's shoes, shriveled, dusty leather shoes.Another household on the second floor had just seen two men leading dogs. The wormwood hanging at the door since the Dragon Boat Festival had not been removed. The most tempting aroma of food always came from this household every night.

Parked in the stairwell on the third floor is a children's tricycle that should belong to a child of Mrs. Wang's family. A burning gold bucket seems to have been newly put up in the past two days and has not been seen before.The old lady's Indian maid on the fourth floor sneaked up to the third floor, sat on the stairs and chatted on her mobile phone in a language he didn't understand, her voice plaintive as if she was complaining about something.In another man's house on the fourth floor who is afraid of dogs, the TV is turned on very loudly, as if he is watching a cartoon like "One Piece". Amidst the roaring laughter, there is a faint quarrel. “Can you be reasonable?!”A woman's voice said this, and the shouts of cartoon characters fighting overshadowed the man's answer.Mr. Zhang accidentally heard the argument between the man and woman from downstairs in the middle of the night.The relationship between the two seems to be very bad, but Mr. Zhang sees this man and woman going out together every morning. The woman is thin and small, but she can always easily move away from the heavy motorcycle blocking her way, and the woman rides the motorcycle to take the man out., this man is not only afraid of dogs, but he also doesn’t know how to ride a motorcycle.

Their apartment was just like all the apartments, and these couples were just like any other couples, but now that one person was dead, everyone was a suspect.In a murder novel, he must accurately bypass the truth, make random guesses about a few people, and consume extra space.

On Saturday, the monkey goes to fight six

Mrs. Zhang went to Douliu early on Saturday, and Mr. Zhang slept until ten o'clock when he got up and went to the reading room downstairs to read newspapers.He inspected the publications on the bookshelf in the reading room, 《Hansheng Encyclopedia》, -Apartment Tour Guide《, -Osho's Biography》, -Journey to Hell《....he had the impression that this shelfIt seems that there were Kristy's》Murder on the Orient Express《and》Murder of Roger Acklow--and they suddenly disappeared.Four-year-old Rongrong was sitting on the sofa drawing quietly, while Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Hong and several neighbors gathered there to discuss the latest progress of the murder case.

A group of women praised Mrs. Hong for her photogenic appearance on the TV news yesterday.“Hehe, ” Mrs. Hong touched her hair consciously and said: “She is just an old woman.”While reading the newspaper, he eavesdropped on the conversations of these women. Mr. Zhang had the illusion that someone had died, which made everyone's emotions warm.There was a festive atmosphere in the air, and everyone told Miss Su's story with indignation.They selflessly shared every piece of gossip about Miss Su, and there was indignation in their conversations about catching an adulterer, but they also indirectly gained the joy of adultery.

Mr. Zhang was distracted and listening. Suddenly someone pulled on his sleeve. He turned around and looked up at him.“Uncle gives it to you, ”Rongrong handed the painting to him: “Aunt Zhang, I painted it.”Mr. Zhang said thank you in surprise. He took the painting and took a look. Blood rushed to his forehead. The student's head and the black frame were exactly what his wife looked like, but the pair of Miss Su's red rain boots were on his wife's feet.superior.His ears felt hot, and there was a roaring tinnitus.What's going on?He took the painting, nodded and excused himself upstairs.As soon as I entered the door, I knelt down and opened the shoe cabinet but couldn't find the pair of shoes. I immediately went to Mrs. Zhang's room and opened the closet. The scent of lavender filled my nostrils. There were several paper bags on top of the cabinet. When I opened one of them, I saw the pair of Wellington red boots..

He didn't recognize the shoes or the items in the wardrobe: the dry-cleaned coat with a plastic cover, the indescribable fabric and silk cotton, and he had never seen Mrs. Zhang wear them.I opened the drawer and looked at the neatly folded underwear, cotton and lace. It felt strange and familiar. It felt like the last time I was tossing on the bed was already a long time ago.After eight years of marriage, sex has become as natural and boring as backing a car into a garage.He spread his underwear on the bed with a nostalgic feeling, feeling the soft touch on his palms, and suddenly a warmth came from his crotch, bumping and bumping.

He gently peeled off the girl's underwear like peeling off the milky white film of a grapefruit.When you break it open, your hands are filled with dripping juice and crystal pulp.

It all came back, the ridiculous memories of my youth and the raging sexual desire.

Yuzi was sometimes a classmate in the graduate school, and sometimes a junior girl in the university. At that time, he was in his second year of master's degree, and he was dealing with different girls.He has a girlfriend he has been with since his sophomore year. One day when he was studying in the library, he found that the girl from the university department had put the library borrowing list in his dictionary. - I was sitting by the Pidhuo River,Crying《,》Reading Lolita in Tehran《-The expressiveness to say whatever you want》-How full your bucket is--.At first he didn't understand, but later he connected the initials of the book's title to

“I'm thinking of you”, everything makes sense.

After that, he took turns taking the girls to eat at restaurants introduced in magazines, hugging and kissing in the MV scenes of Tanya Tanya and Stefanie Sun. The moral values ​​of young people are like traffic rules and can be broken at any time.The relationship between the three lasted until he was in the army. The school girl lied to his girlfriend that she was pregnant and used tricks to force her to leave.But he didn't say much when he found out. He just hugged the school girl tightly, rubbed her hair and said why she was so stupid.At that time, life was beautiful and the future was bright, many times a night.But looking back now, that was already the pinnacle of his life.

He planned to go to the UK to study after serving in the army. After he was discharged from the army, while applying for school, a publishing house approached him to work. The book he wrote in the first year won an award, and he was very satisfied.The next year, he was overjoyed by his mother's death, so he quickly married his schoolmate, and his plans to go abroad were delayed.His family originally prepared a down payment for him to buy a house, but his father failed in business and all the money was spent on it. He and his schoolmate rented a house outside, and their life was to save money as their highest goal.They don't eat out, watch first-run movies, or entertain at home.The school girl turned into Mrs. Zhang, and suddenly she had plans for everything.Before the marriage, she would help him squeeze out the toothpaste thoughtfully in the morning. After the marriage, she began to accuse him of always squeezing the toothpaste from the middle.He always refused to turn off the lights after using the toilet, poured too much washing powder when washing clothes, and did not wrap the leftovers in the refrigerator with plastic wrap. They argued over daily details and changed during the arguments.He began to be confused. Before marriage, the two of them each earned their own income and had plenty of life. Why was it that after marriage, two salaries were not enough?

Later, Mrs. Zhang went to work in a newspaper office, and the two of them had different schedules and could not speak more than a few words a day.Occasionally, the two of us would watch DVDs together at home and sit on the same sofa. In the past, he would be like two spoons stacked perfectly all night long without feeling tired. But now, hugging each other, he could only hear the friction of clothes against clothes and bones against bones.The collision, that sigh.

After marriage, he slept with other women. One year when he went to Beijing to participate in a book fair, he received a call from the hotel counter asking if he wanted to be called a lady. He said that there was a girl from Jilin who looked like Jolin and was very pure.

His morality, reason, and every pore in his body were shouting "No", but the sound coming out of his throat was "Good".

The girl came upstairs. She didn't look like Jolin, but she looked like a wig wearing a nine-hole in the national pot.Mr. Zhang didn't know how to refuse, and he kissed the woman awkwardly, with change rolling out of his pocket.Strictly speaking, the betrayal actually lasted less than a minute. He thought it was nothing, and the prostitute was thrown into the toilet along with the toilet paper that had been wiped with semen and flushed.He has no emotions, and as long as he wants to hide it, he can hide it for the rest of his life.

He stared at the underwear, with all kinds of thoughts running through his mind. He loved such a girl who dared to love and hate so ordinary, and she became... a suspect?He stared at the paper bag as if it were a crossword puzzle in which the red shoe could be used to fill in the blank spaces between wife and murderer.

His eyes turned to the wall, remembering the day when he first moved into this house. The two-bedroom and one-living house was empty. He and his newlywed wife discussed where to put the bed and where to put the bookshelves.Wandering happily in the empty room, he suddenly got an erection.The empty room made him excited. He pushed his wife against the wall and kissed her fiercely.The newly painted walls were as white as manuscript paper, as if any words could be written on them, anything was possible, but they were peeling off and dirty in the blink of an eye.

Monday, monkey paints

The next day, Mr. Zhang went to buy a scraper and roller paint, and painted the living room with nostalgia.During this period, someone from the criminal brigade came to ask questions, and he answered in a dazed manner.It only takes a day to whitewash a wall.Late at night, Mrs. Zhang went home and looked at the newly painted wall. She was stunned for a moment, but she didn't say much. She just sat on the sofa and ate meat soup noodles.Mr. Zhang was sitting on the other end of the sofa looking at his wife. He suddenly felt an urge to reach out and pull her over, and confess to her those silences at the dinner table and those guilty consciences that could not make eye contact. He wanted to confess to herEverything, even the prostitution trip in Beijing, but he sat too far away and his hands were too short to touch.“Remember to pay the gas bill tomorrow.” Mrs. Zhang finished eating the noodles, took a shower, said good night to him, and then entered the room.

He is alone in the living room.The room without lights was as small as a bus compartment, and he was the only passenger on the last bus on Sunday.

When he went to work in the morning, Mrs. Zhang was still sleeping. It seemed that all he and his wife had left to say was good night.Chopin's melody came to mind again, and a thought flashed through his mind: Was his wife really sleeping in the room when he went out?% black keys.White keys.black keys.White keys.Looking through the white wall, he saw the relevant people breaking the door chain, entering the door, seeing the body, panic, panic, and reports, all in a mess.According to common sense, no one would calmly go through the entire house at this moment.What if the murderer had been hiding in the room all along?black keys.White keys.black keys.White keys.Mrs. Zhang gracefully walked out from under Miss Su's bed or wardrobe to the melody of Chopin. In the chaos, it was completely reasonable for a curious and concerned neighbor to appear on the scene.

In this way, Mr. Zhang solved the mystery of the secret room.He lowered his head and had a plan in mind.

Monday, monkey wears new clothes

At 8:30 a.m. on Monday, Mr. Zhang left home and took the MRT to go to work.When he arrived at the office, he was still sitting calmly on his chair. He sent a text message to the company in the carriage, saying that he had no diarrhea.He got off the bus at the station closest to Cinema City, watched an early movie, and then walked into a jeans and clothing store.Mr. Zhang bought less clothes after his marriage. When he walked into a fashionable clothing store, he felt a strange sense of timidity.Reversed trousers, baggy trousers, AB trousers...the names of the different styles were as alienating as academic terms. He didn't know what to do, so he could only point to Edison Chen who was wearing a hat, T-shirt and baggy trousers on the poster, with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth.: “Give me the exact same clothes and pants."

Feeling awkward, he lifted his trousers up again to the position of a middle-aged man.Facing the mirror, wearing a hat and T-shirt and baggy trousers, he is Philippe Marot in hip-hop attire.

He changed in the locker room.The trousers were baggy, and the trousers were loose and slid down like a landslide, sliding to a position closer to youth, and half of the underwear was exposed.It seemed to him that at one o'clock in the afternoon, he returned to the snack shop opposite his apartment wearing new clothes.Ordered black tea, stared out the window and flipped through a magazine casually.Two o'clock.Miss Su walked out of the building, wearing sunglasses, plaid shirt, jeans, and red Wellington boots. Oh, no, that's not Miss Su, that's Mrs. Zhang.He quickly checked out and followed out. He lowered his head and stared at the red boots.Hong Shoes got on the MRT, then got off the MRT. Hong Shoes walked in the opposite direction to the newspaper office and came to a department store.

Mrs. Zhang took off her sunglasses, leaned down and stared at a pair of suede sandals in the glass display window at the door of the department store for a long time, and then walked elegantly into a famous brand clothing store.

He looked in through the window, and even light filled the entire space. Mrs. Zhang moved slowly inside as if visiting an art museum. Next to her, a handsome boy in a neat suit followed closely, with a sophisticated smile on his face. Mrs. Zhang was walkingShe put on a new dress and walked out of the dressing room. She gestured in front of the mirror. The boy didn't know what he said in her ear, and Mrs. Zhang laughed.She changed her clothes and handed them to the boy, walked to the counter and paid the bill.

Mrs. Zhang took the bag and walked out of the clothing store.He lowered his head and stared at the red boots from a distance. The red boots walked into another jewelry store and walked out again within ten minutes.Red Boots suddenly stopped.Mrs. Zhang turned around, and before he could avoid it, his eyes met.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

“What are you doing here?”Mrs. Zhang asked.“What are you doing here?” Mr. Zhang asked rhetorically.

“ buy clothes.” She said that today was the Family Sale in the department store and she took time off to buy clothes.She copied Miss Su's clothes and bought discounted items with Miss Su's invitation card.

She became Miss Su and secretly imitated another woman's life. That was her crime.

“ Why are you so sneaky?”Mr. Zhang asked.

She said: “No woman who copies another woman's outfit would want others to know, okay?”

A warm nursery rhyme flashed through his mind, and he said: “The monkey wears new clothes on Monday.”

Mrs. Zhang asked him what he said.

He said: Do you remember the nursery rhyme about monkeys, the one about monkeys wearing new clothes on Monday?!“

They took the opportunity to sit down on the edge of the musical fountain in the atrium of the department store, and Mrs. Zhang read the nursery rhyme again.”Monkey wears new clothes on Monday, but is hungry on Tuesday.On Wednesday the monkey goes hiking.Monkey goes to take exam on Thursday.On Friday the monkey goes dancing.On Saturday the monkey goes to fight six.Monday monkey paints.Monday Monkey plays the trumpet.Monkey goes to drink on September.On the tenth day of the week, the monkey will die.“

He said: ”Don't you think this monkey is very vain? He spent all his money on new clothes at the beginning of the week. He was hungry and didn't study well before the exam. He went hiking the day before and had fun and drank all day long.Then he died.“

”So this is the story of a vain monkey who died of overwork?“Mrs. Zhang asked.

He nodded and replied: ”So this is the story of a vain monkey who died of overwork.“

Mrs. Zhang punched him and said, "Just call me a monkey."”Mrs. Zhang asked him why he was dressed so strangely.He stared at Philippe Marot in the glass window and recounted the endless changes in his heart these past few days.He stated his reasoning, saying that he mistakenly believed that Mrs. Zhang was the murderer, and that he said everything except the matter of buying sex in Beijing.After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes and scolded him for being sick, but she kept a smile on her face.

“Then what was the motive for my murder?”Mrs. Zhang asked.He hesitated for a moment, scratched his head and then said: “Kill the neighbors, turn the apartment into a haunted house, and then let the housing prices fall.”

“That's true. I checked online at my company yesterday and found that haunted houses are really 20” to 50“ cheaper than ordinary house prices.”Mrs. Zhang said.

A woman pushing a stroller passed by them, and a dog’s head poked out of the car. She said, “Most of the people sitting on strollers these days are dogs."Mr. Zhang seemed to be stung by these words, and his body shook.“Ku Ka, that stack of invitation cards, come on, have you brought them out?There is a pet hotel flyer inside. Come on, Miss Su has a dog, right?” Mrs. Zhang took out the flyer from her bag in confusion. He called the phone number on it and said that he was Miss Su's friend and asked Miss Su if she had any dogs left here.The answer on the other end of the phone: “Oh, we were very sad after seeing the news and wanted to say that Feifei didn’t know what to do?She sent Feifei over on Tuesday evening. Who knew something would happen that night? What a beautiful girl... Mr. Zhang hung up the phone before the other party finished speaking.

” She sent the dog to a pet hotel on the night she was killed. “ He raised his voice and said to Mrs. Zhang: ” But she was drinking with people at home, which is unreasonable. The only explanation is that the person she was drinking with was afraid of dogs.“ All the answers to the puzzle had been revealed, the blanks in the crossword puzzle had been filled in, and he almost shouted the name.

A man who is afraid of dogs.

Mr. Zhang said: It is impossible to kill someone in a completely secret room. It is impossible for the murderer to hang a chain on the door and then escape. But what if the victim hung the chain on the door?Suppose the murderer did not check whether the victim had died, and then ran away in a panic. Suppose the victim's last breath was not to call for help, but to hang the door chain...”

A reporter on TV said that a man named Zhou, who claimed to be the neighbor of the deceased, had surrendered to the police station earlier and confessed to committing the crime.He and Miss Su were lovers in college. After getting married, they moved to their new home and found out that Miss Su was their upstairs neighbor, and the two renewed their relationship.He wanted to divorce his wife and get back together with the victim surnamed Su, but Miss Su refused. The two argued, and he was so angry that he picked up a fruit knife and stabbed the victim surnamed Su.The scene changed, and the man who was afraid of dogs returned to his apartment building with the police to reconstruct the crime scene. A large number of reporters surrounded him, and flashlights came and went. Suddenly, the man who was afraid of dogs dropped his legs and covered his face with tears. He said: “She lied.She said she worshiped money, but she was lying. She only wanted to have a boyfriend because she didn’t want to embarrass or pressure me. She was protecting me, and she would protect me until her death. A man who was afraid of dogs whined like a dog and was abandoned.The kind of whine a puppy makes in the middle of the night.

Mrs. Zhang turned her head and looked at Mr. Zhang and said:”You solved the case of Philip Marlowe.“

It was still early, so the two people without sympathy went shopping in bookstores and MUJI products together.They ate delicious ramen at the food court and even stopped for a while at Tom Bear and played a shooting game.Because Mr. Zhang is Philippe Marot today, the score is very high.

They took the subway home, and he looked at the figures of him and his wife on the window opposite. Miss Su, who was tired from playing, was cuddling against Phillip. Maro fell asleep on his shoulder, his eyelids twitching slightly, and he was sleeping soundly.If it were a murder novel, he would like the novel to end with this sentence: ”A person died next door to their house, and they lived happily ever after.%

He was almost home, and he watched from a distance as the police car parked in front of his house was about to drive away.He recalled for no reason that he overslept on a primary school excursion and his father took him to school on a motorcycle, but when he arrived at the school gate, the tour bus was already far away.He missed walking in the zoo, missing visiting the soda factory, missing sharing snacks with classmates in the car and playing video games. Thinking that he had missed a happy holiday, he sobbed reluctantly.His father slapped him in the face and told him not to cry, so he cried even louder.

The police car disappeared at the end of the road like a tour bus. He thought about the past, and his mood at this time was roughly the same.Life is not a Murder Story, and his vacation is finally over.