On the third day after my husband's death,

after receiving the third summons,

I dragged my exhausted body

back home from the police station.

Lying in bed, I replayed every word I said during the interrogation in my mind.

Thinking about the places where I couldn't explain clearly due to nervousness or contradictions,

my heart would beat faster, and goosebumps would crawl all over my body, with cold sweat covering my forehead.

"Knock, knock, knock." Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

I shivered and tiptoed to the door,

looking through the peephole, I saw a smart and spirited young man standing outside.

He wore a neat black suit, shiny brown leather shoes,

and his dark eyes gleamed with depth, as if he could see what was in people's hearts at a glance.

I originally planned to remain silent, thinking that if no one opened the door, he would naturally leave.

But outside the door, I heard,

"Ms. Song Qiaoqian, I see that you're back home. I'm Xiao Zhang, an accident insurance appraiser sent by the insurance company. There are some details I need to discuss with you. Could you please open the door?"

I opened the door, invited him in, and poured tea,

the young man always had a signature smile on his face,

but after looking at it for a while, it gave off an eerie feeling.

"Ms. Song, your husband took out a short-term accidental injury insurance policy worth 100,000 yuan in our company half a month ago, did you know about it?"

"I know, we went to apply for it together," I replied.

"Now that your husband has passed away, according to the procedure, our company needs to determine whether his death was accidental before proceeding with the final compensation."

Xiao Zhang squinted his eyes and mechanically said.

"What do you mean? The police have already determined it as accidental death. How could my husband have been murdered?"

I suddenly stood up, pointing at the person in front of me.

"Ms. Song, please remain calm. Our insurance company has its own procedures. You just need to cooperate with the investigation. If it is indeed an accidental death, we will naturally provide full compensation."

As he spoke, Xiao Zhang suddenly looked up and met my gaze,

"However," he stood up, "if you refuse to cooperate or conceal the truth, the insurance company will immediately file a report and request a new investigation."

Seeing me deflate like a punctured balloon, I obediently sat back on the sofa,

Xiao Zhang put on that fake smile again.

"Ms. Song, please recall what happened on the day your husband died. What exactly happened?"

I buried my head deep in my arms,

and when I raised my head again, tears filled my eyes,

"You might not believe it, but a plain wooden box in our house managed to suffocate my husband in broad daylight."