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"What are you burning?" He fixed his gaze on me and asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all." I felt a surge of panic inside, but I had to force myself to remain calm.
I quickly turned around, printed out the list, and handed it to him.
Meanwhile, the Wine Bottle with my blood fingerprint lay quietly behind me, like a bomb that could explode at any moment.
"Why are your fingers red?" Gao Yi asked, his eyes filled with confusion as he questioned me again.
"Oh, it's Seal Ink. A stationery company was promoting Seal Ink, so I tried it out," I explained, trying to maintain my composure.
"Did you try it on all ten fingers?" He clearly didn't believe my answer, his tone laced with skepticism.
I was momentarily at a loss for words and could only nod vigorously, hoping this gesture would mask my inner turmoil.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly as he said with a half-smile, "Your colleagues seem quite saddened by your boss's death. You look different from them; you seem very composed. It appears you aren't sad at all about your boss's passing."
At first, I nodded blankly, but after a moment, I realized something was off and quickly began to shake my head.
Lowering my gaze, I spoke in a subdued voice, "Their sadness might all be an act."
"Maybe," he replied noncommittally before suddenly shifting the topic. "Where is your boss's car?"
Our boss was known for his fiery temper and owned two Porsches.
One was black, with a dedicated driver for work-related events; the other was white and driven by him personally. He enjoyed racing on the highway at night to vent his emotions.
The black car was parked in the company parking lot, while the white Porsche I drove was nowhere to be found, neither at the office nor at home, completely missing.
I quickly pulled up the car's information and license plate on my computer, printed it out, and handed it to Gao Yi.
He immediately took out his phone, his expression serious as he instructed the department to trace the whereabouts of that car.
While he was on the phone, I hurriedly made my way to the restroom, eager to wash off the Seal Ink from my hands.
Standing in front of the mirror in the restroom, I looked at my reflection, confusion and fear filling my eyes. I kept asking myself: Did I really kill someone?
Of course, before heading to the restroom, I had discreetly slipped the Wine Bottle into my bag while pretending to reach for something else when he wasn’t paying attention.
However, there were other colleagues in the restroom, so I didn’t have time to clean off the bloodstains from the Wine Bottle.
After Gao Yi finished his call, he gestured for me to follow him. He wanted me to take him to the Security Office.
I walked ahead of him, my mind preoccupied with how to deal with the bloodstains on the Wine Bottle. I felt anxious and unsteady, as if walking on cotton, lacking any strength.
“ Ms.Royi, this way won’t work,” I suddenly heard Gao Yi’s voice behind me warning me.
I looked up abruptly and realized I had missed the turn, leading him instead to the end of the corridor.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I apologized repeatedly, my face filled with regret.
At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread. Ever since discovering the ring, more and more nightmarish scenes kept flashing through my mind like a movie.
I seemed to see my bloodied fingers reaching for the Wine Bottle.
Indeed, I remember that I was very emotional at the time and had drunk a lot of alcohol.
I could almost see the Wine Bottle close to my eyelids, my bloodied finger, and it felt like a man's laughter was still echoing in my ears.
I can honestly tell you that every time my boss publicly criticizes and insults me, a strong urge to kill him surges within me.
However, I am actually a person who talks big but acts small; I can't even bear to harm a little cat. If it came to killing someone, I wouldn't have the courage.
But as you said, when pushed to the brink, especially women, might really do something outrageous.
Especially someone like me, who has harbored resentment and anger towards my boss for a long time. Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, in a moment of impulse, I truly did something irreversible.
But considering my weight of 53 kilograms, killing a man who weighs over 100 kilograms and then moving his body into the company while avoiding security patrols, only to fix it on a T-shaped rack—this is nearly impossible.
I still have that much common sense.
Could I have had an accomplice?
Who do you think it could be?
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