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"At the beginning, Zhao Yi used all of her father's savings to start this company, and she worked hard alongside him. But once the company stabilized, he proposed a divorce, wanting to get rid of her."
"When they founded the company, she and her father trusted Zhao Yi completely and didn't follow legal procedures to obtain shares. If they divorced, Zhang Lin would only receive a portion of financial compensation; she wouldn't get a single penny beyond that.
The company was built with her father's lifetime savings, and Zhang Lin couldn't swallow that bitterness. That's why she developed a murderous intent and came up with this plan."
"The man in the bar was someone she hired from society. She had observed all the employees in the company and accidentally discovered your drinking problem. She meticulously planned the entire murder, even filming some details during the act to replay for you later, intending to engrave those fragments in your mind and make you believe you were the murderer."
"After you checked into room 6046, she moved into the adjacent one. By that time, you were already dead drunk. She took your phone and called Zhao Yi, deliberately pretending to be slightly intoxicated, telling him that she agreed to sign the divorce agreement and urged him to come to the hotel right away. She even threatened him that if he didn't come immediately, she might change her mind and tear up the agreement."
"Zhao Yi fell for it and rushed over. The murder took place in her registered room, which was right next to yours. She and the hired man struck together. After committing the crime, they swapped the chair and pillow used in the murder with those from your room and stuffed Zhao Yi's ring into your bag."
"Then they repeatedly played the video for you. Even if you didn’t remember it the next day, you had already fallen into her trap. The police would surely follow the clues she left behind, ultimately pointing fingers at you."
"Being the boss's wife made it easy for her to obtain keys to all the rooms in the company. They moved the body into the company, and she had already replaced the surveillance footage, so the security guards saw nothing. She even cut your finger at the hotel to take a blood sample and smeared your blood on a metal frame nail, leaving undeniable evidence."
"Once everything was done, she tricked that man into your office and pushed him off the balcony to silence him. Throughout this entire time, you never left the hotel; you were just sleeping."
"And then?" You had been quietly listening to my account but couldn't help but ask.
"Later on, I was released and even attended Zhang Lin's trial.
As Zhang Lin walked past me after leaving the courtroom, she suddenly threw a crumpled piece of paper at my feet. I was startled but quietly bent down to pick it up and retreated to a secluded corner to unfold it. It read: 'Did you really think that night you were completely drunk and not involved in the murder? I spared you because society needs 'bacteria' like you.'"
I clenched my fists, my face filled with rage. "In my anger, I pulled out a lighter and ignited the piece of paper in one swift motion. A few days later, I received a package. The shipping time was recorded as eight-thirty on the morning of the celebration, six hours after Zhao Yi's death, and the sender's address was completely blank.
Inside the package were three raincoats and three pairs of plastic gloves. This was probably another malicious prank by Zhang Lin. But I didn’t have the courage to hand these items over to the police for investigation; instead, I burned them immediately because I had always suspected that I might have been involved in the murder. Gao Yi's explanation did nothing to convince me."
"Of course, I left that company and forced myself to quit drinking. I felt like a foolish drunkard; alcohol not only muddles one's senses but also clouds one's judgment. If it weren't for the police's thorough investigation, I might be sitting in jail right now, unable to share this story with you.
The true memories of that night never returned to my mind; all that remained were fragments of the murder, haunting me like a nightmare."
"Are you really uncertain about the truth?" you asked, furrowing your brow.
"Yes, I'm uncertain. That night, I was so drunk that I had no idea what happened. Those fragmented memories have become an inescapable nightmare, constantly dragging me back to that chaotic evening.
The only thing I can be sure of now is that these nightmares will haunt me for the rest of my life."
You fell silent, your eyes fixed on me as if you could see straight into my soul.
In truth, I was also repeatedly questioning my own soul: Am I the murderer?
Zhang Lin wouldn't tell me the answer, and perhaps I would never find the correct answer myself.
My story has come to an end.
At this moment, I looked at you through the pages and softly asked, "Do you think I'm the murderer?"
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