The day my husband was suffocated to death was a Monday,

and it was a rare heavy rain in the small town of Linshui that had not been seen for forty years.

After having lunch at home, I left at 1 o'clock to go to work at the hospital, afraid of traffic jams.

My husband was a web novel writer who usually wrote at home and took care of the children at the same time.

When I returned home at 6 o'clock and only found my sleeping child, my husband was nowhere to be found.

My son said that Dad was playing hide-and-seek and hiding, and he couldn't find him, so he fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

While pretending to continue looking for my husband with my son, I called my husband.

The phone rang in the study, and I felt something was wrong. Looking in the direction of the sound,

on the dark study floor, my husband's phone was emitting a faint light, like a flame about to go out in the darkness.

Turning on the light in the study,

besides the phone on the ground,

the wooden box in the corner of the wall caught my attention.

This box was supposed to be in the bedroom,

but I didn't know when my husband moved it to the study.

Speaking of which, this box was still my dowry,

made of old yellow rosewood, 2 meters long, 1 meter wide, and 1 meter high. The box body was joined by mortise and tenon structure. Except for a few nails and metal buckles at the bite between the box cover and the box body, the rest were all wooden structures.

After opening the tightly buckled metal buckle, I saw my husband's tragic death.

Later, after watching the surveillance video in the living room,

I learned what happened that afternoon.

After I left, my husband squeezed a glass of juice for our son.

Then the two of them started playing hide-and-seek at home.

At first, my son hid and my husband looked for him. After playing for about an hour, they switched roles.

My husband should have hidden in the wooden box at that time.

After my son searched for several laps and couldn't find him, he fell asleep on the sofa.

Half an hour later, I heard the sound of "boom boom boom" in the living room surveillance,

followed by my husband's loud cries for help,

calling our son's name, my name, and shouting for help.

In the surveillance video, I heard my husband's voice gradually getting smaller as time passed,

and finally only the sound of his body hitting the wooden box was left,

like a wild beast caught in a trap, struggling to death.

The surveillance video only recorded the situation before 3 o'clock in the afternoon, because the power went out at home after 3 o'clock.

After that, I found my husband suffocated to death in the box when I returned home from work.

I stopped reminiscing, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a smoke ring,

"This is the situation on the day my husband passed away. It's not accidental death, what else could it be?"

Little Zhang refused the cigarette box I handed over, closed his eyes as if thinking about something, and did not speak.

In the smoke, I saw that he still squinted his eyes, but his tone was cold,

"Ms. Song, I suggest you not to lie or hide anything."

Little Zhang crossed his fingers and put on a smiling face again.

"What do you mean?" I shook the cigarette ash.

"Your statement has at least two loopholes. Do you want me to point them out for you?"

Little Zhang crossed his fingers and put on a smiling face again.