Chapter 4 Section 4

At the end of the wide corridor on the first floor, the bedrooms of the hostess and hostesses face each other far away.At the door of William Woodward's bedroom next to the stairs on the left, Mrs. Jenny Woodward was lying on her husband's naked and bloody body, calling his name over and over again.Lying on the ground not far from them was a Churchill .12 caliber subcompact rifle.Some police officers have tried, but they have been unable to test Mr. Odward's breathing and pulse. Jenny, like her husband, was covered in blood so much that at first the police thought she had been injured too.

The director of the branch, Rousseau Harvard, asked his staff to lift his wife from the body of the deceased: "Who shot your husband?" Mrs. Woodward let out a long howl. "Wipe off the blood on her face, notify the relevant department to send a nurse quickly, and say that Mrs. Odward is hysterical, out of control, and suicidal." The director of Harvard ordered, "The rest, divide into two The team searched both indoors and outdoors." Mrs. Odward drank the water brought by the police, gasped and sobbed, and stopped screaming. "Now, can you tell me, ma'am, who shot your husband?" asked the Harvard Commissioner

"I thought he was a thief," Jenny Odward broke down in tears, "I killed him." Rousseau Harvard looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, thinking he had misheard: "You mean, you shot and killed your husband, Mrs. Odward?" Jenny Woodward nodded. "Is this your gun?" "I thought he was the thief," repeated Jenny Woodward. "Why do you think he is a thief?" "I heard a noise...the noise woke me up..." "What noise?" "Dog barks." "What dog?" "There is a poodle puppy tied up in the kitchen." A policeman answered for Yanni.

"I mean, I heard noises outside the building or on the roof," said Jenny Woodward. "So you were sleeping and you were awakened by a noise?" asked Rousseau Harvard. "yes." "You got up quickly and grabbed this rifle?" "yes." "You always sleep with your gun, don't you, Mrs. Woodward?" "He insisted on me doing it...my husband insisted on me sleeping with a gun. There's been a lot of thieves in this area lately and your guys just came in yesterday...the thieves broke into our garage...from Becker When I got back from the lady's party, my husband said we should both have guns with us... When we got back from the party, he took me down to the gun cabinet in the basement to get the gun."

The director of Harvard sent someone to "check the gun cabinet in the basement" and continued to ask: "When did you put on your long pajamas, before or after you took the gun?" "What did you say?" "Look, you have this long nightgown over your silk nightgown. I'm just a little curious that you still remember to put on your long nightgown in the panic of being woken up by the 'thief'." "Oh, no, no, I went to bed in my nightgown." "yes?" "It's autumn, and the shoulders and arms are prone to cold, you know."

"Understood," the director of Harvard nodded, "then you also wear a bra to bed?" "Yes, all the time, to keep the breasts in shape." Returning from Mrs. Baker's banquet, William Woodward made his rounds of the building, according to the official inquest by Constable Edward Robinson two days later. "I followed him and saw William holding his revolver, opening all the rooms and closets one by one, but I opened the refrigerator door in the kitchen to see... He took my gun from the gun cabinet and gave it to me... ...Yes, my gun, William specially made it for me, very light and convenient for ladies...He took out the gun and flicked it a few times to make sure the bullets were loaded...He told me that if he found A thief, 'shoot first, ask questions later'..."

Yanni returned to her room, put the gun on the chair within reach of the bed, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and swallowed a few sleeping pills.Yanni has always been a light sleeper, so it is troublesome. Before going to sleep, she must put on a blindfold and plug her earplugs.Lying on the bed, Yanni could faintly hear the rushing water of her husband taking a bath. She also knew her husband's habit of getting into the bed naked after taking a bath... Just listening to and thinking like this, Yanni gradually fell into a dream.