Chapter 25 embarrassed

abalone.As soon as William saw the new convertible parked in front of his house, he knew that Dr. Mill was here.Thinking in my heart, before I knew it, my pace began to quicken, and I walked towards the front door. Bo William stopped at the front door, glanced around, took the key from his pocket, opened the door without a sound, and entered the house. The house was silent, and the thickly carpeted stairs led to the second floor, where the bedroom was. He tiptoed, stepped carefully up the stairs, and took out a second-hand pistol from his pocket as he went up the stairs. bought.When he reached the bedroom door, he released the safety of the pistol.He held his breath, pistol in hand, and pushed open the door.

Dr. Mill was barefoot, buttoning a white blouse, and Ruth—Mrs. Bo Williams—huddled in a daybed, clad only in a knurled pajamas, with long blond hair. Disheveled and unmade, the bed was unmade. abalone.William saw his wife sitting on the bench stunned, and Dr. Mill was also frozen in place, motionless. The room was surprisingly quiet, and time seemed to freeze. For a moment Bao.William felt as if he were a stranger rather than the owner of the house. "William!" Ruth called to him in a voice that almost trembled. abalone.William pulled the trigger, and the small pistol made a small sound. At first Ruth seemed to stand up, and then she lay back on the bench, lying upright as if suddenly exhausted.abalone.William stood powerlessly, with the gun still pointed at his dead wife, with a dazed look in his eyes.

Gradually, the world began to operate normally again, a pair of birds were calling softly outside the window, and the sound of vehicles running back and forth came from the street. "Are you going to kill me too?" Dr. Mill interjected, continuing to button his buttons. William stared at him for a long time before replying, "No, I'm not going to kill you. He feels drained, too empty, too tired to care what happens next. Dr. Mill buttoned up his shirt, and looked down at Mrs. William, and from that alone, he was sure that she was dead. "Now we're both in trouble," he said. "Get out of here!" The voice was more pleading than commanding.

"Look," said Dr. Mill, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on his trousers and stockings, "I understand you. I would have done the same thing if Ruth had been my wife. I know what she is, You also know, otherwise, you wouldn't have shot and killed her, I just happened to be with her when the accident happened, bad luck!" Bo William also looked very confused. Only a few minutes ago, he pulled the trigger, which changed his entire life. "Your problem," said Dr. Meer, "is that you could end up in the electric chair. My problem is that my clinic, which I worked so hard to build, could go bankrupt. My wife could also fall out with me and take all my money away." money. You know what my wife is."

Bo, William knew Mrs. Mill, and knew she was a shrewd, domineering woman.The few times William and his wife saw her in social situations, they couldn't wait to avoid her.Only her money can lure Dr. Mill to live with her. Dr. Mill tolerates her and has his purpose. Now that the purpose has been achieved, the smartest way is to seek the best way to survive by himself. Faced with reality, Dr. Mill always is very sensible. "I'm having a hard time right now," continued Dr. Meer. "The lady at my clinic knew I was here and my car was parked outside for nearly an hour. I had no alibi when the police determined the time of death. ’” He fastened his alligator shoes and stood up.Bo William looked at him: "What's your opinion?"

Dr. Mill smiled and said, "We have to help each other." "You're a doctor," William put the gun in his pocket, took off his glasses absently, and began to wipe them with a handkerchief. "Can we arrange this so that it all looks like an accident, like she committed suicide?" Dr. Mill frowned at him: "Shot through the chest from that angle? It's almost impossible." He supported his lower body with one hand, looked around, and then stared out the window for a long time.In the end, he said: "There is a way, maybe you can make it all seem like an accident."

Paul William stood silently waiting, feeling as if his senses were returning to normal, but he was not at all sad at Ruth's death, nor at all angry at Dr. Mill; There would be someone else who could resist her temptation, standing in the bedroom with Bo William now.The strongest feeling in Bo William's right now was the desire to survive. "We can make it all look like a sudden accident," said Dr. Mill. "That might be more believable." He pointed to the window. "Do you see the iron rod of the curtain? It might go into the wound." Here, we can make it look as if she fell while removing the curtain and was stabbed to death."

"Are you crazy?" asked Bo William. "Where's the bullet?" "Oh, I can take it out," said Dr. Mill, looking into a black medical kit in the corner, "I have surgical tools in there, and the diameter of the curtain rod is much larger than the diameter of the bullet, so that can Covering up the bullet's entry. He shrugged, "Anyway, friend, it's worth a try. " Bao William seemed a little hesitant: "You are a doctor, do you think that can really deceive people?" "If the examination is not careful, the problem should not be serious." Dr. Mill said, "However, she cannot be carefully examined. According to the law of this state, as long as I hang up the phone, send her to the hospital in an ambulance, pull out the iron rod, Then I will issue the death certificate, so there is no need for an autopsy. Just treat it as an accidental death at home, and the number of such accidental deaths that happen every day in this city will surprise you."

Bo William bit his lip: "I don't know if that's..." "There will be two witnesses," continued Dr. Mill, "you and I, though, to make things look more beautiful and realistic, Should we say we were going up the stairs when we heard her fall and scream and when we hurried up she was lying by the window, badly hurt, we could move her so we moved her to the couch Then, everything will be as real." Bo William put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and looked at his dead wife. He no longer hated her, but in his eyes, she seemed to be nothing but a mannequin in a department store. ""Well," said he, "what shall we do first?" ""First, help me move the body to the window. said Dr. Mill, "then, bring my bag here." "

Twenty minutes later, everything was in place.Ruth was sprawled on her back beside an overturned chair by the window, the curtain rod thrust into her chest in horrific fashion.Dr. Mill hung up the phone in a panic in the lobby, and he was talking to the reception lady at the clinic, asking her to send an ambulance quickly.Five minutes later, they heard sirens. Of course, the police did their routine checks.A Detective named White, an apparently weather-beaten man in his forties, was assigned to the case, and he approached the case in an almost mechanical manner. All went well, and the confessions of Bo William and Mill were similar.Dr. Mill saw Mrs. William suffering from a cough. After driving to her house, when he went upstairs with the owner, he heard a dull voice and a scream. When they hurried into the bedroom, they found that Mrs. William was dying and she was in pain. They told them what had happened, and by the time Dr. Mill called the lady at the clinic for an ambulance, she was dead.

After the interrogation, the emaciated detective offered Bo William his condolences, closed the case, and moved on to other cases. Bo William was amazed at the self-control and acting ability he showed during the funeral and mourning period, and Dr. Meer's performance was also quite good. Although Ruth's death will cause many people to mourn, no one doubts, The two are related to the cause of his death. A week later, Dang Bao.When William went back to work, he found that instead of feeling sad or guilty, he was proud of how easily he had covered it up.He worked as the deputy chief accountant in a cement company. Another month passed without incident.He lived a new life, a new life without hating Ruth's profligacy.Now he thought it was a good decision to kill Ruth. A week later, when Dr. Mill came to visit him at home, his opinion changed.The doctor was dressed in his usual bright clothes: a blue sweatshirt, white trousers, and a bow tie around his neck.Bo William felt that this dress was not suitable for his status, but he knew that this kind of dress did fascinate some women.Dr. Mill is one of the few doctors in the city who visits homes, not only because of his superb medical skills, but also because of his ulterior motives. Dr. Mill took a sip of the whiskey that William handed him, sat down on a chair, and explained why he came: "William, we're in trouble again." The eyebrows behind William's glasses raised: "Trouble? How could it be?" "Ade," said Dr. Mill, "she suspects Ruth and I are having an affair, and she knows Ruth is too lazy to do housework, and she has no reason to undo the curtains herself." abalone.William poured himself a glass of wine and sat up straight: "She can only doubt, can't she?" "That's enough," said Dr. Meer. "She threatened to go to the police, and if she did, the police would investigate further..." "I see," said William, a smothering terror in his mind. Breed, spread.He swallowed a swig of his whiskey. "What are we going to do?" Dr. Meer swirled the glass with his manicured hand. "There's only one thing we can do." "You don't mean..." William said "Your own wife?" Dr. Mill straightened the collar of his sweater. "Oh, don't act like that, William. You don't have to pretend to be holy, this is not the time." "Of course," said Bo William, drinking The wine in the glass is light, "It's just that there must be a limit to doing that kind of thing." "Yes, old friend," Dr. Mill put the glass on the coffee table, and folded his hands on his lap, "this is the last and necessary step." "What are you going to do?" asked Bo William. "It's all designed," Dr. Mill said, "Ade would kill herself, you have to admit, she was that type of person." "What was her motive for suicide?" "I was the motive of her suicide," Dr. Mill said cheerfully. "I have had many affairs outside. It is a well-known fact that Adele would commit suicide out of jealousy." Motivation is there, William thought, "Have you got the details worked out?" he asked. Dr. Mill nodded, "We have a hut in the woods. I plan to use Govefen to stun Adai, then send her to the hut, leave her there, and keep a typewritten and signed copy. suicide note, turn on the gas, and arrange an alibi myself, to be testified by my receptionist, Margaret, who has agreed to testify for me that I was in her apartment all night, and that Margaret My constant love will give me a solid alibi, don't you think?" "Perfect," said Powell Williams, "what do you want me to do?" "I just want you to know what's going to happen," Mill said, "so that you don't panic or do anything else impulsive when you hear of Adele's death, and that you have a reliable Alibi, just in case." "Your plan seems to be very thorough," Bo William said, "but there is one thing, you mentioned the signed suicide note, how did you get Adai's signature?" "Old friend, I expected you to ask this question. To tell you the truth, I already have her signature." Dr. Mill proudly took out a piece of blank typing paper folded into three layers from his coat pocket, and wrote He unfolded it for William to see, and at the end of that piece of paper was Adai's signature. "How did you get it?" William asked in surprise. "I don't know if you know," said Dr. Meer, "that Adele was a terrible alcoholic, and last night, after my second cocktail before dinner, I drugged her a little, then lured her into the study, and asked her Sign some insurance policies. Poor Adai, she thought she was signing a life insurance application, but in fact it was the opposite, and she won't remember what she did." Dr. Mill looked proudly He started with the white paper in his hand, folded it, and put it back in his pocket, "As a doctor, it is much more convenient to do certain things. This signature is a bit trembling. However, before a person is about to commit suicide, his emotions are a little excited. What do you think?" ?” “There is no doubt about it,” said William. "Now," Dr. Mill said, "I assure you that there is nothing to worry about, but I still want to remind you that you must have an alibi when the murder occurred, go out to dinner with friends, or go to a place you are familiar with, Where someone knows you." "That's easy," William said.Dr. Mill got up and walked across the living room to the front door, followed by Bo William. "Remember, old friend, there's nothing to worry about." "That's impossible," "But when it's over, I'll be happy," William said. "Thursday night," said Dr. Mill, as he opened the door, "after Thursday we both can breathe a sigh of relief." Bo William watched him walk down the pavement to his convertible, get in, start the engine, and drive into the commuter traffic. All day on Thursday, Bo William was absent from work, staying home at nine o'clock that night, and his heart nearly stopped when the telephone rang.His fear was perfectly understandable, and the call was from Dr. Mill. "Something went wrong," the doctor's excited voice sounded on the phone. "I need your help." "What happened?" William asked, gripping the receiver tightly. "Old friend, there's nothing we can't do without the two of us, but I can't talk on the phone." "Where are you calling now?" "Near the wooden house, there is a telephone booth by the road. I need you to meet me at the wooden house as soon as possible." abalone.William wanted to refuse. Now he felt a strong disgust. He was terribly disgusted with the evolution of the whole thing, but he had already entered the muddy water and couldn't move his legs. "William?" "Here I am, Doctor," said Bo Williams. "How do you get to your cabin?" Dr. Mill's cabin is located in a very secluded place.After driving for nearly an hour, Bo William turned the car onto a narrow path that led to the cabin.Upon arrival, he turned off the fire and took a short rest. The wooden house was smaller than he imagined, painted a light gray, and located in the middle of the woods. Dr. Mill's convertible car was parked by a small stone pit for barbecue, with its back to the wooden house, as if eager to escape. Paul, William admitted, that Dr. Mill was a discreet man.He got out of the car, stepped up the wooden steps, and came to the door of the cabin.Dr. Mill opened the door and greeted him with a smile. "Come in, old friend." Dr. Meer, wearing a bright yellow sweatshirt, looked like a boo.As William passed him and entered the cabin, he noticed that Dr. Mill's hands were clad in flesh-coloured surgical gloves. Mrs. Mill sat in a leather armchair with her eyes peacefully closed, and Bo William guessed that he had been anesthetized by Govefen.Looking around, he saw four mirrors on the stone fireplace, and the suicide note was pasted on the mirrors. "You said on the phone that you were having trouble..." William said.Dr. Mill still smiled at him: "No more difficulties, old friend." Bao William pointed to Mrs. Mill: "How long will she be unconscious?" "Forever," Mill said, "look at this." Bao, William followed him to the other side of the chair, and saw a neat little hole on Mrs. Mill's temple, black, with blood clotted around it. "Why are you doing this?" Bo William asked.He looked away, unable to bear to see. "It's part of the plan." "Nor plans..." Bo William's voice stopped abruptly when he saw Dr. Mill holding a small pistol. "Maybe I should explain it clearly," said the doctor. "You know, Adai committed suicide. Have you noticed that there are burn marks around the bullet port? The police will see it." "Suicide?" Bo William said, "Why?" Dr. Mill still smiled: "Because she can't live without you." Bo William was stunned with horror. "Then," said Dr. Miller, "I'm sure she regretted killing you, you know, old friend, and you drove to your love nest with my wife—remember, Adele's suicide note was written in your house. It was typed on your typewriter, and the suicide note is pasted on that mirror." Bao, William walked over tremblingly and looked at the suicide note: "When William and I swore that we would rather die than part, I was sincere, and I wanted the two of us to keep the vow." Dr. Meer held up a key: "Here is the key to your front door. Your wife gave it to me when she was alive. I went to your house earlier tonight, when you were out to give your alibi, and used your typewriter to write On the blank sheet of paper signed by Adai, her suicide note was typed." He turned the key with his thumb and forefinger, and then put it in his pocket: "The police will find this key in Adai's pocket." Dr. Mir concealed the smug look on his face. "You'll be punished one day for being so outrageous." William yelled. Dr. Meer was unmoved and said, "Let me reconstruct the whole story: After shooting you a few minutes ago, Adele taped the suicide note on the mirror, then sat down and shot herself. I think Are you trying to break up with her, or don't want to marry her or whatever. I can understand it, other people can understand, you know, I've been telling my friends for over a month that you're having an affair with my wife." "Nonsense! Howled Po William," that's utter nonsense. Dr. Mir shook his head: "Your car, your keys, your loneliness after the death of your wife, because I am often away from home, Adai's giving up on me, and the rumors I spread...all of these are so It's perfect, isn't it?" Bow, before William had a chance to answer, Dr. Mill's gloved finger pulled the trigger.Bao, William's body fell straight down. The last thing he saw was Dr. Mill putting the pistol in Adele's hand, and then there was a blur. Although Dr. Mill told some friends that he knew that Adele was having an affair with Bo William, he still expressed infinite sadness for his wife's death.The testimony of Margaret, the receptionist at his clinic—that the doctor had spent the night in her apartment hanging out with her the night of the accident—gives him a powerful alibi. Dr. Mill's suave manner and Margaret's testimony reflect each other, which is very convincing.All in all, everything went beautifully. Only one thing, Margaret, the receptionist, gave him a problem: she wanted to divide half of Dr. Meer's property, and Dr. Meer's whole family. Dr. Meer was going to have to worry a little bit about these two things.