Chapter 49 murder in the kitchen

Robert Morrison is a rich man now, but he did a lot of absurd and even illegal things when he was young.Only one person knew anything about him, and that was his schoolmate George Manin, who still had some very important letters in Manin's hands.This Ma Ning has survived a few years behind bars, and after he gets out of prison, he is determined to beat Morrison.He expected Morrison to offer a large sum of money in exchange for his silence on the past.However, he didn't know that the current Morrison was no longer what it used to be.After giving Manning some money, Morrison decided that things should stop and call it a day.

After some careful planning, Morrison came to the small house where Manning lived one night.He put a packet of sleeping pills into a whiskey glass.When Ma Ning lost consciousness, Morrison put his head in the gas stove, ready to turn on the gas switch as planned.In this way, no matter who finds out afterwards, they will think that Ma Ning committed suicide. Everything went well, Morrison stretched his waist and let out a long breath.He looked around the small kitchen, then glanced at Ma Ning who was lying on the ground.He put another cushion under Manin's head.He also wasn't sure if there was any flaw in doing so.He felt that if a person committed suicide, he should make himself more comfortable.

Morrison had taken off his shoes beforehand, so he moved about the room in silence.All the curtains are drawn tightly, even if all the lights are turned on, there is no need to worry about being discovered by outsiders.He immediately proceeded to implement his plan: under no circumstances should anything that suggested his connection to Ma Ning be left behind.What to do with the parcel delivered by the post office?The above address was sent to Morrison, but it was handed over to Ma Ning, maybe the postman made a mistake.Put it aside and make a decision later. Where did Manning put those letters?He is a madman, it is impossible to hide things so tightly.Oh, in the drawer.All six letters Morrison was looking for were here.His cheeks flushed with tension as he read the letters.These letters were extremely dangerous to him and must not be allowed to be obtained again.He was such a fool when he was young, how could it be... But when Maning suddenly appeared in front of him to bargain, he could at least remember these few letters.

Ma Ning is also a fool, so he doesn't know what kind of person Morrison is today. Morrison wore gloves, and it was not easy to fit the six letters into his coat pocket.But don't worry, he has plenty of time anyway.Ma Ning has few friends, and no one will visit him.He has a servant, an old woman, who lives in a village far away, and she will not come until tomorrow. But he must be careful everywhere, do everything just right, and can't be negligent at all.He hadn't figured out a lie to deal with the police yet.If all was done with caution, he thought, there would be no need at all—who would ask Morrison if there was no reason to suspect that Manin had been killed?People only knew that they had been friends at school many years ago, but now they had nothing to do with each other, and no one would suspect him.

He inspected the two bedrooms and was satisfied.Everything is messy.Back in the living room, he looked around again: there was the package from the post office, and of course the two wine glasses.No, it should be one.He went into the kitchen, rinsed the glasses, put one back in the cupboard and the other still on the table, and poured a little more whiskey.Morrison carefully pressed Manning's finger on the wine glass so that only his fingerprints were on the glass.Everything is in order.The glasses are now on the table, next to the almost empty wine bottle.Ma Ning undoubtedly drank too much today, so that Morrison didn't even notice that he put medicine in the glass.Is it too much medicine?Then the whole plan would all fall through the cracks.But that's all right, he checked Manning's pulse before putting it on the gas stove—it was beating normally.

And one last thing, he had to put the half of the paper on the table, folded into a letter to attract attention, Morrison thought: what a coincidence.The few sentences on this half sheet of paper couldn't be more appropriate.That was a few months ago.As soon as he received the letter from Manin, he immediately thought of its great use in the future.That says: However, Ma Ning's letter meant to take the money away with a smile, not to let the gas poison him to death with a smile. Morrison closed all the windows, turned on the gas, put his shoes back on, and slipped out the back door, holding only the package from the post office and his cane.

I met no one on the way home.He burned the six letters and parcels, and poured the ashes down the kitchen drain.Finally he was truly relieved. He knew the police would ask him about it, and he was now an important person in the village, and had greeted Manin a few times (he greeted everyone in the village when he met, and because of that, everyone liked him ).He was going to tell the police that the last time he had seen Manin the poor fellow seemed sick and very restless. Early the next morning, a police officer did come looking for Morrison.Of course, Morrison had been well prepared, and had even practiced how to smile beforehand.

"Yes, I know him, but not very well." He was almost on the point of saying, "I've known him before." But he didn't say it.Better to be more careful. "Do you recognize this thing, sir?" asked the policeman.God!What is he holding in his hand?It was a blue wallet with two golden letters "r.m." (abbreviation for Robert Morrison), and he felt in the inner pocket, which was empty.Did he drop the wallet while putting the letter in his pocket? He reached for his wallet, but couldn't say a word.But it was strange that the policeman let him take the wallet without interfering at all.He couldn't tell that the wallet wasn't his, he just stared at it dumbfounded.

What are the police talking about?He just can't understand... "A postman came from the post office last night, sir, and he had a parcel in the wrong place. Then he thought it might have been delivered to the Mannings. He was there this morning trying to get it back. He knocked door, but there was no one there, so he ran for the back door. The back door was open, and he walked in. Of course, he shouldn't have done that, but..." What was the police talking about?What the hell does he mean?Morrison was about to growl: "Go on! I can't stand it!" "The light was on in the kitchen. Manin was lying on the floor with his head stuck in the gas fire. The poor chap, frightened to death, found me and rode me to the spot on a bicycle. I found the purse and thought You should be informed, you know, that this Manin has been in prison. We must be on our guard against such people."

Speaking of which, the policeman paused.Morrison thought maybe now he was going to get to that.But he couldn't say a word, his eyes stared at the policeman, his lips trembled slightly. "You didn't give him the purse, sir? Perhaps you dropped it by accident?" Morrison couldn't stand it any longer.He had no idea what was going on.The policeman went on to say, "It's not just that he's been in prison. This Manin is incredible. I thought maybe you could help us. He seems to be committing suicide, doesn't he?" "Yeah, I think so," Morrison muttered with effort, and it was hardly his own voice.

"When we got to the scene this morning, there was a bottle of whiskey on the table, almost empty. Maybe that's why he..." When Morrison heard this, he almost died of nervousness.What if the police want to say "yes"?How did they find out the truth of the matter? "Hey! We don't know whether he's drunk or crazy. We don't know. How he stuck his head in the gas range and forgot that because he couldn't pay the gas bill, his The gas supply went out two weeks ago. He doesn't seem to remember last night at all, maybe it's all about the bottle of whiskey?" Robert Morrison had fallen to the floor.