Sun Jianping lied.

Clearly, he was not satisfied with the arrangement at the hotel.

Clearly, it was him who wanted excitement.

I only suggested that we meet every Monday afternoon,

everything else was according to his request.

At first, when he suggested coming to my house, I firmly refused.

My husband writes at home all year round, and even if he has a soft temper, he would probably be infuriated if he finds out.

But I couldn't resist Sun Jianping's persistent request every day,

so in the end, I agreed to meet in my house's warehouse every Monday.

My house is on the tenth floor, and when we bought the house, I was attracted to the small warehouse next to it,

which is separated by a wall from the house. The warehouse door opens outside, without going through the main room, and we usually store some miscellaneous items in it, which is very convenient.

For the past six months, almost every Monday afternoon, I would quietly return to my house with Sun Jianping under the pretext of going out for a meeting.

Then the two of us, in the warehouse, would restrain ourselves from making any noise and carefully, recklessly engage in that activity.

I still remember the afternoon when my husband suffocated to death,

I left at around one o'clock and entered my house warehouse with Sun Jianping.

It was raining heavily at that time,

our gasps were hidden in the sound of rain, and every thunder made me tremble.

I seemed to hear my husband's voice and hurriedly patted Sun Jianping's back to make him stop.

Sun Jianping listened carefully for a while and said that I was suspicious, there was only the sound of rain hitting the window, and it's more important to focus on the task at hand rather than having baseless thoughts.

But I still faintly heard my husband's voice, as if he was shouting loudly.

Seeing that I was anxious all the time, Sun Jianping comforted me a few times,

and I listened carefully on the wall again, but indeed I didn't hear anything.

Just when I put down my doubts and focused again,

a faint sound of "thump, thump, thump" entered my ears.

I asked Sun Jianping to stop again, suspecting that the sound was coming from my house.

Sun Jianping was a little impatient and said that when he went upstairs, he encountered construction workers on the 11th floor,

the sound clearly came from the renovation on the 11th floor,

and that I shouldn't be suspicious.

I nodded half-believingly,

but the sound seemed to grow legs and gradually approached my ears,

I listened more and more clearly, it was a muffled pounding sound,

like ringing a bell, reminding me not to make mistakes again.

Sun Jianping couldn't bear being interrupted by me repeatedly,

he looked disappointed and didn't continue.

After we got dressed,

and seeing that no one was around, at around three-thirty,

we left my house's warehouse and returned to the office.

I took out two tissues, wiped my tears, and cried to Xiao Zhang, saying:

"If I knew it was my husband calling for help at that time, I would have gone home to save him first. But in that situation, it was pouring rain outside, how could I have thought that he and our son were playing hide and seek, and he got locked inside a box and suffocated to death."

Xiao Zhang recorded what I said on his phone, and asked me to take him to the warehouse.

After measuring the wall size and soundproofing effect of the warehouse, Xiao Zhang nodded, seemingly approving of what I said.

"I have told you everything, do you have any more questions?"

Xiao Zhang put on his iconic smile, asked me to wait for a moment, and said he needed to make a simple record of the investigation.

I felt relieved, it seems that today has passed.

But suddenly, Xiao Zhang's phone rang with a piercing ringtone,

apparently someone had sent him a message.

Xiao Zhang had already stood up to leave, but after seeing the message, he turned back again,

"What is this?" I looked at him curiously.

"Ms. Song, it seems that you haven't spoken all the truth. Shall we watch the video that I just received together?"