Chapter 2 one of the wedges

La la la, la la la, I planted my husband in spring, and I planted my husband in spring.Wait until the autumn harvest season, you will harvest a lot of husbands.One cooks, one cleans the house, one goes shopping with me, one plays games with me, and the rest go to make money. La la la, la la la, I want to plant my husband! La la la, la la la, plant your husband now! While humming, Sun Ying threw her husband into the bathtub.There was no water in the bathtub, and the husband who drank too much sleeping pills did not resist, and he slept soundly. Sun Ying looked at her handsome sleeping husband with a smile, her beautiful eyes turning into crescent moons.After thinking about it, she turned on her phone and found a webpage titled "Guide to Planting a Husband".

In the mirror, Sun Ying's sweet smile was as eerie as a ghost.The webpage she opened was not fancy. On the pure black page, there was only a big pentagram array and bright red fonts, which wrote every step of planting her husband. After reading the first article, Sun Ying brought a large tarpaulin from the living room and spread it on the bathroom floor. In the second step, Sun Ying took a butcher knife from the kitchen. In the third step, Sun Ying frowned, feeling a little troubled.She used a knife to make gestures on her husband's body a few times, as if looking for the best position.

"Let's start with the best place to cut. It is also said on the website that women have little strength." Sun Ying carefully read the explanation of the third step, and then cut her husband's neck with one knife.Because her wrist was too thin, her strength was really weak, and the incision was not big, only the artery was cut. A large amount of blood gushed out immediately, onto the mosaic wall opposite the bathroom.The dark red blood flowed down the tiles one by one, and finally gathered in the center of the oilcloth. Sun Ying shook her head, and said angrily, "I should put some tarpaulins on the walls, and I will be the one to clean up later."

Usually, her husband is responsible for cleaning up the housework. Just seeing the bathroom so dirty makes her a little irritable. My husband struggled a few times and seemed to be in pain.Blood poured into the intake pipe, and he who was sleeping soundly opened his eyes in pain, and woke up unexpectedly. "Are you awake?" Sun Ying was taken aback: "Idiot, why did you wake up? How painful it would be." She hurriedly checked the notes in the "Guide to Planting a Husband", which clearly stated that if her husband woke up halfway, please make up a few more dollars to reduce her husband's pain during the process.

So Sun Ying grabbed the bone cutter beside her and prepared to cut off her husband's neck even harder.Her husband reached out with difficulty and grabbed her wrist. The husband spat out a mouthful of blood, and managed to squeeze out a sentence, his eyes were full of confidence: "You, why, what, you want, kill me..." He couldn't figure out why his wife, who had always been well-behaved and lovely and loved him deeply, wanted to kill him.From his marriage to the present, he followed her in everything and regarded her as the center of the universe.The two are very affectionate and have never blushed or quarreled.But today after get off work, he took a cup of warm water from his wife, and then he felt so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyelids open.

Now that I think about it, there must have been sleeping pills in the water. But he couldn't figure it out, why did his wife kill him? Yes, why? Sun Ying stretched out her free hand and touched her husband's face: "Honey, I don't want to kill you." The husband turned his head with difficulty and saw the oilcloth spread on the ground, only to realize that his wife's murder was premeditated.Instead of worrying about himself, he spat out another mouthful of blood with difficulty, and said slowly: "No, use a bone-chopping knife. You, with weak strength, can't chop my bones."

"But this article says that a bone-chopping knife is better. Here, look!" Sun Ying blinked her eyes, and simply put the phone under her husband's eyelids. Because of the pain, her husband's eyes were already bloodshot, and the severe pain spread from the depths of his neck. The pain was so extreme that he started to feel numb instead. "Stupid, idiot. Chopping a bone knife, chopping bones, is very, troublesome. You are weak, and you have never done housework, which is easy to hurt, hands." The husband wanted to shake his head, but more blood spewed out of his throat .His strength is also gradually disappearing.

"Okay, I'll find a butcher knife." Sun Ying pouted and nodded.I have always listened to my husband the most. "Dismember the body, finish, cook me. Don't use the meat, pour it into the toilet, it's easy to clog. It will be discovered." The husband babbled, not caring that his life was about to disappear, but instead devoted himself to killing his own. For the sake of the murderer. "Throw the cooked meat to the wild dogs behind the alley. "Bones, buried in, the garden." The husband's hand could no longer grasp Sun Ying's wrist, and he struggled to speak every word.

"Understood, I understand. You always care so much, I have hands and feet." Sun Ying complained: "Speak less, look, when you speak, you frown in pain. Let me How heartbroken I am!" The husband thought for a while, and felt that something had been overlooked. He raised his head that was lowered and said, "Give me, a pen, and a piece of paper." "What are you doing?" Sun Ying asked suspiciously. "Here, me." The husband emphasized his tone. "Okay, got it, I'll get it." After Sun Ying nodded, she brought a pen and paper from the study.

The husband found a clean place without blood, and wrote a few words on the paper with difficulty: "I am leaving, don't look for me. I will go to a place where no one can find me." The husband signed the signature seriously, and after feeling that there was nothing missing, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed a reassuring smile. That's it. This way you can rest in peace. Even if someone called the police and found something suspicious and there was a suicide note, the police would at most think that he disappeared after leaving and had nothing to do with his wife. As long as the wife lives well, even if she dies like this, she can die well.

It's a pity that for the rest of my life, for decades, I can't do anything well, and my clumsy wife has to take care of herself. There is no one in this world who can love her more than him. "Take care, okay..." My husband lost all strength in his hand and landed on the edge of the bathtub with a snap.The pupils of both eyes dilated, completely losing their life. At the last moment before his death, what remained was his worry and reluctance for his wife, as well as a trace of relief that his wife would not be discovered by the police because of killing himself...