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Boom!When I saw this line of words,it was like a bolt from the blue.I was completely stunned.I simply couldn't believe it.
I subconsciously thought it was lying to me.But the one who said this was my son.He definitely wouldn't,and there was no reason for him to lie to me.
The murderer was my wife.I absolutely couldn't accept this reality.She had no reason at all.
In my memory,my wife loved our son very much.Her love,her grief,her breakdown were not fake.She also didn't have any mental illness.
I could recall many details.The night our son disappeared,my wife had a hysterical quarrel with me.She rushed out of the door like a madman and searched for a whole day and night.
When I found her,it was through a call from the police.She was disheveled,her eyes were dull,and one of her shoes had fallen off.She kept pulling people and asking,"Have you seen my son?"
I endured the pain and took her back.If the police couldn't find him,how could she find him?
After that,my wife resigned from her job.She always went out to look for our son.Even though I knew in my heart that it was most likely impossible to find him,and even if we found him,it was probably just a body.
Sometimes she would be in a daze for a long time.When I talked to her,she would come back to her senses and say,"Have you seen my son?"
My face was uncertain.I suddenly thought that perhaps my wife arrived at the scene one step earlier than the murderer.She discovered the murderer,so she grabbed our son and hid.
But what puzzled me was why she would think that this person wanted to harm our son,so she had to take our son and hide?
Who exactly was the murderer?And since my wife had already arrived at the scene,why did our son still die?
I checked the file.The next moment,I was struck by lightning.
I saw that the victim column clearly wrote my son's name and my wife's name.
I quickly looked at the case process.
Case process:On a rainy day,for unknown reasons,Michael Johnson called his mother,Emily Davis,for help.Emily Davis rushed over and took her son away,hiding in the abandoned warehouse behind the school.Subsequently,the murderer who arrived found them.Emily Davis was hit on the head,fell into a coma,lost her memory,and the murderer took Michael Johnson away,killed him at the construction site,and abandoned him in the concrete.
The murderer was still unknown.
I stared at the file firmly,my eyes red.I called my wife.After a while,she answered the phone.Just as I was about to ask her about what happened in the past and if she had any impression,she asked,"Who are you?"
I was stunned.She...actually had forgotten me.
I said my name was David Johnson.We used to be husband and wife,and we had a son...Before I could finish,she interrupted me,"Maybe so,but I have a new family and a new life now.Please don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
Then she hung up the phone.
I felt a bit powerless.The key to the matter still lay with the murderer.If I could find him,then all the problems would be easily solved.
I began to carefully recall the results of many files.There were many differences,but the only key point that was the same was that in the end,my son was always killed at the construction site and his body was thrown into the concrete.
This was a revengeful act!The construction site must have an unusual meaning,and most likely it was related to me.
After all,killing someone wasn't the worst outcome.Making him live in pain for the rest of his life was the most torturous way.
Thinking like this,the fog about the murderer in my mind seemed to dissipate a little.
