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I'd love to talk to you about what happened that night.Where to start?Let's start with Robert. Robert is from my hometown, and we have known each other since we were very young.He was strong and agile, and his classmates admired him, which made him very proud and conceited.When he was in elementary school, he was very naughty and liked to play tricks on teachers and play pranks.He even nicknamed me "The Rat," and the rest of the schoolmates followed him, which made me really hate Robert. When I was in middle school, I hated Robert more and more, because he was always causing trouble.Later, in the freshman year of high school, Robert was finally expelled from school.I haven't seen him in town since.

Three months ago, I ran into Robert in a café.I was facing a conundrum at the time - a person who shared the apartment with me had just moved out, and I would have to bear the rent of two hundred and ten yuan a month alone.When I was worrying about how to solve it, I saw a turning point when I met Robert.It turned out that Robert had just returned from town after being fired from his job many years ago, and was desperate to find a new place to live.After hearing about my situation and the rent, Robert offered to share the apartment with me.I saw that he was very elegant in speech and manner, and neatly dressed, not to mention that he had known him for many years, so I agreed.

Over the years, I have also saved some savings in the bank, because my mother taught me since I was a child that I should save more and spend less. Only by accumulating less can I have the capital to start my own business.My mother was a good person, but unfortunately she passed away when I was fourteen.I still miss my mother often. Well, the topic is a bit far away, now let's get down to business. Later, Robert moved in, and lived in the room on the west side.We got along very well for a while, living in separate rooms without interfering with each other.In my spare time, I like to listen to the radio and read in my room, while Robert watches TV in the living room, and he also likes to drink in bars and court young and beautiful girls.When he can't make up the money, he will borrow some from me, but he will always pay it back as soon as possible, and never default.

Robert often went out at night, often returning late at night.Although this affected my rest, I was able to bear it.I figured I'd put up with it for a few months until my lease was up, and then I'd move out and part ways with Robert. However, just in the meantime, a girl named Lisa walked into my life. She was a waitress at a restaurant not far from where I worked.Lisa has bright eyes, a soft and sweet voice, and a charming smile.I often went to that restaurant to eat, and I got to know her over time.I remember my mother warned me before she was alive: "Most girls are selfish, they only think about themselves, your future cannot be ruined by these girls. One day, you will meet the right girl, and then you will will know."

When I met Lisa, I thought to myself, "I know, this is the girl I want." Two weeks later, Lisa and I started dating.We go to the movies together, or have dinner together.Lisa and I often go for a walk in the park, and we sit by the lake holding hands, watching the ducks playing on the lake. I go out with Lisa once or twice a week, but I never go to her apartment, I always make an appointment to meet her somewhere or pick her up when I get off work.The people in the restaurant also knew about my relationship with Lisa, and they gave me a friendly smile whenever I went to pick her up.

Lisa and I were having dinner at a restaurant one day, and Robert happened to be there too.He walked up to Lisa and I's table, stared at Lisa intently, and then asked the waiter to bring a bottle of wine to drink with us.At the dinner table, Lisa laughed because of the eloquent Robert, but I was left alone, so embarrassed.Lisa was so excited that night, I've never seen her smile like that. Back at the apartment, still fresh from his drink, Robert said as he paced up and down the room, "That little fox is so hot!" My pent-up anger finally exploded!I shook my fist at Robert, and Robert knocked me to the ground, bleeding from my lip.

He waved his fist at me and laughed loudly: "Mouse, you are not my opponent at all, so save your energy! I only fight with men, I never want to fight with a mouse like you." I thought about kicking Robert out and telling him to move out immediately, but then I realized that the lease on the flat was not up yet, and if Robert left, I would have to pay the high rent again. From that day on, Robert took Lisa away from me, and they started dating. I ran to question Lisa angrily, but she said to me: "I just want to date Robert, you don't care! You give me two cheap little gifts, treat me to a few meals, and you want to have me, Stop dreaming!"

Since then, I have never seen Lisa again, nor have I eaten at the restaurant where she was. Robert seemed to be trying to annoy me by telling me about every date he had with Lisa. One day, when he came home from get off work, he took a cold shower while humming an out-of-key tune.Then he slammed on my door. "Mice, I went to Lisa's apartment to sleep over last night, do you want to know what we did? Haha, what a night of ecstasy!" After Robert left, I sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, tears streaming down my face. I remember that day was September 27th, and when I got home from get off work, Robert went out with Lisa again.He had told me that morning that he was going to Lisa's for dinner that night.

At seven o'clock in the evening, I took a bottle of soda out of the freezer and sat in the living room and drank it. At this moment, there was a sudden gunshot upstairs. I was taken aback by the gunshot, and it took me half a minute before I realized it, wondering if I should go upstairs to check what happened. I put the soda bottle aside, opened the door a crack, and listened carefully. The corridor was quiet and there was no movement. Upstairs from my house lived a young college student who was studying law at university and only came back on weekends.Next door to him was a new lodger, an old man whom I had seen several times, who seemed to be in poor health and with a sickly countenance.Also, the rest of the rooms are empty.

It was a Thursday, and the landlady was away, and she was on the night shift three nights a week, working as a handyman in an office in the city. There is a public phone in the corridor of the apartment. I was supposed to call the police immediately, but my curiosity drove me upstairs to find out.I can't explain why I was so curious at the time, or was it a force somewhere that pulled me up the stairs... I walked down the dark stairs to the door of the room where the gunshots were heard, and turned the handle. The door wasn't locked, it swung open. There was a person lying on the floor of the dark room—it was the old man with a sick face.There was a bullet hole in his temple from which blood was gurgling, and he held a pistol in his hand.

I bravely walked in, and accidentally found a note on the coffee table. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a suicide note: It was clearly a suicide and my first instinct was to run downstairs and call the police.Suddenly, my heart moved, I stopped, and the scene of Robert laughing at me a few days ago appeared in my mind-he laughed presumptuously, and said dismissively to me: "You are a bird without I used a mouse, that's why Lisa chose me, you're a coward, you only know how to squeak!" I looked at the old man's body, then at the suicide note on the coffee table, and came up with a revenge plan. I put the suicide note in my pocket, then squatted beside the dead body, took out the wallet in the old man’s pocket, and took out several banknotes from it—five twenty-dollar bills, one ten-dollar bill, three five-dollar bills, and two one-dollar bills.I put the bills in my pocket, wiped the wallet carefully with my handkerchief, and put it back again. Next, I deliberately messed up the room, opened the drawers one by one, and overturned the chairs.Then I took the pistol from the dead man's hand, wiped it clean, and threw it on the ground. After doing all this, I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. When I got home, I went into Robert's room, hid the money I found in the old man's wallet in one of his shoes, and then carefully wiped off with my handkerchief any marks I had left in his room, including Footprints and fingerprints. After getting everything set up, I left the apartment and wandered the streets. I went over the whole thing in my mind again, trying to see if there was anything I had missed.After thinking about it over and over again, there is no more, even the fingerprints on the pistol were wiped off by me.The police will definitely classify the death of the old man as a criminal case to solve it. For two days it was just me and Robert in the apartment. I think the police will definitely list the two of us as key suspects for investigation, but I have no problem, because I usually abide by the law and never violate others, and I still have a deposit in the bank, so I have no reason to seek money kill.Besides, I have always been conscientious in my work, I am not addicted to smoking and drinking, and my life and rest are very regular, obviously I don't look like a murderer. But Robert is different. He was expelled when he was a student, and now he often patronizes bars and casinos. He has a rough personality and is often short of money.When the police found the empty wallet on the old man's body, they would have suspected murder. If they searched Robert's and my room, they would naturally find the banknotes hidden in Robert's shoes.So, how will Robert respond to the police questioning?He would have said that he had left the apartment before seven o'clock in the evening to meet Lisa at her house and that Lisa would testify for him. The time of the old man's death was about 7:15, which should be confirmed by the forensic doctor. And I know Robert's whereabouts. He stayed in bed until the afternoon today, and then went out to wander around.Since Lisa didn't get off work until seven o'clock in the evening, Robert must have come directly to Lisa's apartment to meet her after seven o'clock in the evening.That would give Robert plenty of time to commit crimes, and the police would surmise that before leaving our apartment, Robert had sneaked upstairs to see if he could steal some money from the old man, and the old man hit him. When they got upright, the two wrestled, and finally the old man was killed.Robert looted the old man's money and hid it in his shoe. It looks like everything is working flawlessly!The only thing that can prove that the old man committed suicide is this suicide note. Thinking of this, I took out the old man's suicide note from my pocket, slowly tore it up, and then waved it casually, the fragments of the suicide note floated in the air and scattered with the wind. After destroying the evidence, I wandered over to a movie theater and watched a boring movie because I had to leave an alibi for the police. The movie was over, and I walked home, and it was already late at night.The landlord's car was parked in front of the apartment, and it seemed that she had come back from get off work.The law student is also back, and the light in his room is on. I also went back to my room. Robert hasn't come back yet, and he must be lying in Lisa's tender country, dreaming sweet dreams at this moment. "Hmph! Tomorrow, Robert, you will be in disaster! Haha!" I was filled with the pleasure of revenge. When I left for work the next morning, Robert wasn't home yet, maybe he went straight to work from Lisa's apartment. At five o'clock in the afternoon, when I got home from get off work, I saw a police car parked in front of the apartment in the distance. It seemed that the police must have found the old man's body. When I reached the door of the apartment, two policemen came out. They must have seen me coming back from the landlord's window. The landlord was also standing at the door. I greeted her with a smile, but she didn't answer, but looked at me with panic and fear. Two police officers looked serious, and one of them said, "There was a murder in this apartment, and we want to talk to you." "What? Murder? My God!" I said with feigned surprise. I led the police to the door of the room where Robert and I lived, and saw that the door was ajar, and the inside was in a mess. Pillows, magazines and daily necessities were thrown all over the floor. Searched. "What? You searched our room?" "Yes, the landlord sent us in to search. We found a roll of banknotes in a shoe in the west room, which we suspect was looted from the victim." "That's not my room, it's my roommate Robert's room." "We know that the landlord has introduced your situation to us. It is said that you hated Robert very much during his lifetime because he took your girlfriend away. Is that why you want to frame him?" "Framed him? What do you mean?" At this moment, I suddenly realized that the police had just used the word "while alive". "Why did you say that when Robert was alive?" "Robert is dead." "Dead?" I was dumbfounded. "Yes, he was shot in the apartment of your ex-girlfriend Lisa, who was also killed at the same time." "Lisa? She died too?" The news came so suddenly that I couldn't believe it. "Yes. Lisa's other boyfriend went to find her and happened to see them in bed and shot them both in a fit of rage." After speaking, the two policemen stood there staring at me with expressionless faces. "Robert is dead, why are you searching here?" I demanded. "At first we wanted to come here to find Robert's relatives, but as soon as we got out of the police car, the landlady called the police, saying that there was also a murder in the upstairs room." "Upstairs? Murder?" "It was an old man who had been shot in the head. We found a wallet on him, but all the money in it was gone. We think you are a serious suspect." "I?" "Yes, you wanted to pretend it was a suicide scene, but there were no fingerprints on the pistol." I felt my face stiffen and my legs tremble, and I argued, "Robert must have done it! He killed someone here first, and then he went to Lisa's." "That doesn't make sense," said the policeman, shaking his head. "Why? When was he killed?" "About two o'clock this morning." "But the murders here are earlier than that!" I exclaimed. "Oh? How can you be so sure? Then tell us, when did this murder happen?" Knowing that I had slipped my tongue, I yelled, "I don't know! I didn't kill anyone! If you say I was a murderer, why did you find money in Robert's shoe?" "As far as we know, Robert was seen in the bar at seven o'clock last night; he was also seen knocking on Lisa's door at around seven thirty. It can be seen that when the murder happened upstairs, Robert Not in this apartment." I was at a loss for words. "Come with us!" said a policeman, reaching for my arm. "I really didn't kill him! He committed suicide, indeed! I ran upstairs after hearing the gunshot. At that time, there was a suicide note on the coffee table!" I yelled. "Where's the suicide note?" the police officer asked, staring at me. "There's nothing on the coffee table!" The landlord standing at the door interjected. At this time, I thought of my mother again, and she was right-"Beware of those low women, they will ruin a good young man's bright future." "Mother! What a wonderful woman you are!"