1. A banquet with a curtain call to death
My death was a perfect murder.
Merely speaking, my death was lucky: the people who played important roles in my orphan’s life were all by my side—except Sha Lu. He died 10 days ago, the same reason as mine.
My name is Xu Moli, a former female secretary of a listed company and a new boss. I used to think I had taken everything very lightly, but at the moment of death, my face was distorted by the fear of bone erosion and the instinct to survive. I struggled to grab the hand of my husband Mo Wei, and the four of them called in panic. In the sound of falling to the ground, the scene of Sha Lu’s death appeared strangely before my eyes…
Sha Lu died at the six-person Christmas party held every year. It is said that this is a habit that he, Mo Wei and Lei Tian have maintained since their college days, and they have not stopped when the company’s development is the most difficult, although it was not until this year that the female partners became Xiao Ai, me and Ivy.
Sha Lu did not live up to his good looks. He has always been a slutty, and even dare to tease me or Ivy in the presence of everyone. He said more than once that my eyes looked like his first love girlfriend Lily. He smiled sincerely when he spoke, but his eyes were frivolous and ambiguous.
Such lines are enough to deceive a girl like Xiao Ai, not to mention that I was Mo Wei’s bride-to-be. I could only smile awkwardly and complain to Mo Wei in secret. Mo Wei smiled generously, disapproving: “He’s just talking.”
He didn’t just talk about it. I went to the bathroom halfway through that day, and Sha Lu slipped out and waited for me in the corridor. He said that my breath was of jasmine, but his eyes were as charming as lilies. He naturally embraced my waist, and I knocked down his hand with a sullen face, the atmosphere was embarrassing.
When Sha Lu and I returned to the banquet one after another, the atmosphere in the private room was also strange. Ivy’s movements clearly obscured Xiao Ai’s sight. Mo Wei was talking about something in a low voice with Lei Tian. When Sha Lu and I came in, they stopped talking together. Their expressions were unnatural, and they raised a glass to drink under the guise.
In the blink of an eye, it was midnight when the gifts were exchanged. Everyone unpacked and embraced in surprise.
Sha Lu smiled and took the wine from Mo Wei: “Good wine.” He took off the ribbon, opened the bottle himself, poured wine for everyone with interest, and then raised his glass. Speech: “Wish our company prosper, and wish everyone health and happiness.” He took the lead in drinking it.
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Everyone blessed each other with a slight tinkling sound. Suddenly, Sha Lu’s cup fell to the ground. In the horrified eyes of everyone, Sha Lu fell. At the dining table, his handsome face was already convulsed and deformed. He looked at me and murmured an ambiguous word. He soon fell into a coma, and then, amidst the sounds of everyone calling for an ambulance, he finally struggled and breathed. Stop at the same time.
2. A headless murder case involving the police
No matter how beautiful a life is, once it ends, it is nothing but a cold and rigid object.
Sha Lu’s body was taken away from the scene. Mo Wei, who was pale, hugged me, and his lips trembled: “How could this happen? How could this happen?”
Poisoned in the wine. The wine in the bottle, the wine in everyone’s glass, is poisonous.
The policeman in charge of the transcript was expressionless: “Is this the wine you brought?”
Mo Wei said nervously: “Yes. , But I swear it was not my poison. This bottle of wine was originally…” He suddenly looked at me in horror: “Jasmine, this bottle of wine may be drunk by you and me.”
Time goes back to the morning of Christmas Eve. The company’s receptionist came back from the bathroom and found the bottle of wine on the reception counter. The outer packaging indicated that it came from the VIP customer service department of the city’s golf club, with Mo Wei’s name written on it. The lady at the front desk handed me the wine and I put it in Mo Wei’s car. Mo Wei never touched this bottle of wine alone.
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The police looked at Mo Wei with interest: “Why would the wine be given to the dead?”
Mo Wei was struggling Swallowing saliva: “We…we exchange gifts every Christmas Eve. Originally, I prepared a pure gold lighter for him, but after arriving at the hotel, I couldn’t find the gift. It might have been left in the office. , I’m too late to buy it. I can only tear off the outer packaging of this wine as a gift. Right, Jasmine?”
I gently nodded: “Yes, I was In the car, I wanted to taste the wine alone with him at home, and complained about his carelessness.”
The police ordered another policeman to investigate. Soon, the lady at the front desk confirmed the matter. His lighter was also found under Mo Wei’s desk, but the club denied that it had ever given such a gift. It seems that this bottle of wine is just the murderer using the guise of a golf club to make the receiver give up his guard.
It turned out that Sha Lu was just a lamb who died in a mishap.
What kind of enemies will Mo Wei, the polite and gentle Mo Wei, and the successful and dedicated Mo Wei? Mo Wei could not think of it, nor could I think of it. The police took Mo Wei alone into another room for questioning.
The window has been open, and the hustle and bustle of the city spread into this freezing air room, like a great irony of Sha Lu’s loss of life.
Ivy buried her head in Lei Tian’s arms, crying faintly, and Xiao Ai, the heartless, smiling little love, the most emotional little love, that The little love who should cry most has frosty eyes, but there is no tear.
I took the shawl and put it on her body and hugged her thin shoulders. She shivered like a poor animal.
I whispered in her ear: “Xiao Ai, cry out. I feel comfortable when I cry.”
But she doesn’t Weeping, her dark eyes stared straight into the air.
The days of Sand Lu’s burial were filled with pink rain, and my eyelashes were covered with crystal drops of water. I held Mo Wei’s hand tightly and gently put down a large bouquet of perfume. lily.
Mo Wei is much older. He has escaped suspicion and has become the object of police protection, but the self-blame of indirect killing of a friend made him sleepless and sleepless. He knelt before Sha Lu’s new tombstone, crying.
I think, in addition to self-blame, he should also have the gratitude to Sha Lu after he escaped by chance—he should have died, and Sha Lu saved him with his own life.
The most important reminder of the disappearing life is not to fear death, but to enjoy the life of life.
At the funeral, Mo Wei decided to marry me.
As soon as possible.