According to my father, after returning home, Ms. Zhang started acting erratically. Unable to manage her, my father locked her inside the house alone.

When he returned from buying groceries, he discovered that Ms. Zhang had disappeared.

He searched for a long time before finding Ms. Zhang lying in a pool of blood in an alley.

Unfortunately, it was too late to send her to the hospital; she had already passed away.

In Ms. Zhang's hand, he found a button, which upon verification, was identified as having fallen from Li Jun's clothing.

It was said that when Li Jun was arrested, he kept shouting that he was innocent.

In an instant, my father seemed to age ten years. Watching my now white-haired father, my heart ached a bit: "If you feel lonely, you can move in and live with me."

My father predictably refused: "This is karma, and since it's karma, I should endure it."

My father shuffled away trembling, and I wondered whether he regretted the things he did in his youth.

Life seemed to return to normal, but not long after, the police suddenly came to our door because Li Jun firmly insisted that I was the one who killed her, claiming he was innocent.

Understanding the police's intention left me speechless. Li Jun's entire family seemed to hold a grudge against me, blaming me for everything.

"Did you have a heated argument with the deceased before the incident?"

"Yes." I cooperated seriously, just hoping this matter would be resolved soon. I wanted to sell this house and leave this cursed place.

"What were you doing the next day?"

"First, I discussed selling the house with the agent, and then I dealt with work matters at home. My boss fired me because of the delays, and I was handling the handover."

"The deceased died at six in the afternoon. What were you doing during that time?"

"I, I was home alone." I clenched my fists. I was indeed alone at that time, with no one to prove my innocence.

The two police officers exchanged glances before continuing, "The deceased was killed by throat-slitting. We found your fingerprints on the murder weapon at the crime scene." The officer handed me a photo, "This is your knife, isn't it?"

I was shocked as I looked at the photo: "Yes, that's mine. How could it be?"

"It seems Miss Wu will need to come with us."

"Alright." Though somewhat panicked, I cooperated fully, hoping the police would uncover the truth and not wrongfully accuse me.

As we were about to leave, the man next door saw the police taking me away and was very surprised: "Sis, what happened?"

"I." I wanted to explain but was stopped by the police, "Nothing, just a few questions from the police. I'll be back soon. By the way, where are you going?" I asked curiously as I noticed he was carrying a suitcase.

"Oh, I'm moving out. I feel the feng shui here is bad."

I nodded in agreement.

The police didn't let me chat with him any further and took me away. On the way, a male officer suddenly asked, "Does he keep a dog?"

"Who? My neighbor? He used to have a dog, but I'm not sure how it died."

"Has he ever been to your place? Taken anything?"

I thought for a moment and shook my head: "No, he hasn't."

"I remember his parents visited some time ago. When did they leave?"

I couldn't recall clearly and gave a vague answer: "I don't remember the exact date, but he told me the next day that his parents had left."

The two officers looked at each other and turned back, but they couldn't find the man.

"Officers, do you suspect him?"

"Yes, there are still many unresolved doubts about Zhang Jing's death, and we suspect he might be involved in this recent death too."

"Why?"

The police didn't bother explaining further and instructed a young officer to investigate the man's family in his hometown and block all exits, making sure to catch him.