Murder in the Bathroom

I thought it was a good chance, so I took the opportunity to confess to her! What I didn’t expect was that she actually agreed to be with me. I’ve never been this happy in my life! I wanted to give her the best of everything!

After that, I often took the train to see her. From Yunshan County to Yan Hai City, the bullet train cost 100 yuan, while the green train took a longer route but only cost 50 yuan. I always took the green train to visit her, saving money wherever I could to fulfill the dowry promise I made.

Her attitude towards me was lukewarm. One day, she suddenly mentioned breaking up, saying we weren’t suitable for each other. I thought about it for a long time but still couldn’t figure out what I did wrong.

I took leave to find her and stood outside her dormitory for a whole day and night before she agreed to see me. Her family wasn’t well-off, but that time I saw her wearing a branded watch, with makeup and lipstick on, looking completely different from before.

She looked much prettier, but something felt off. I felt like she looked down on me. I missed her old self, pure and cute. She had changed, no longer as innocent as before.

I sent her a red envelope with 1,000 yuan, and she accepted it without even a word of thanks. After that, our relationship was entirely maintained by money. She would call me when she was happy and disappear when she wasn’t. Every time I got paid, her attitude improved, but as soon as she got the money, she turned cold again. To put it bluntly, I was just her ATM.

At first, I had some money and didn’t mind spending it on her, but she was like a bottomless pit. Her spending kept increasing, and my savings were quickly depleted each month. Even so, I didn’t want to break up with her.

Until I found out she was two-timing, dating me and another guy at the same time. She never introduced me to anyone else, and every time she posted something related to that guy on her social media, she would block me from seeing it. That’s when I realized I was just a backup, one who was willing to spend money on her.

I asked her if she was still a virgin, and her hesitant response gave me the answer. She cried and told me that the rich guy didn’t really like her, introduced her to other men at a bar, and she got taken advantage of while drunk.

I was furious but also felt sorry for her, thinking I shouldn’t leave her at such a time. Plus, she kept begging me not to break up with her. I softened and decided to forgive her once.

Her attitude towards me remained inconsistent. I felt she didn’t love me; she only loved my salary. But having been so persistent for so many years, I couldn’t bear to let go. She always gave me the feeling that I was about to have her, only for her to disappear again, tormenting me to the brink of a mental breakdown.

Looking at myself, after working for so many years, I hadn’t saved a penny, and the promised dowry was nowhere in sight. If I were as rich as that rich guy, she would have been devoted to me long ago.

As a man, being broke made me feel inferior. Not long after, I found out I had depression. I would be upset for days over her slightest bad attitude. Sometimes, I felt I couldn’t go on and thought it would be better to just end it all.

I always thought about her, and despite my poor mental state, I still wanted to see her. I thought for a long time and decided to quit my job in my hometown and move to Yan Hai City to develop. This time, I went to discuss it with her.

Unexpectedly, I found signs of her having morning sickness. Because of work, I hadn’t visited her for two months, and I suspected she might be pregnant. While she was in class, I searched her place thoroughly.

In her wardrobe, there were over a dozen pieces of lingerie, none of them new. I didn’t know who she wore them for. Finally, in the pocket of a bottom-drawer outfit, I found her blood test report and ultrasound report, showing she was already eight weeks pregnant.

I suspected the child wasn’t mine. I didn’t tell her I knew about it. To verify my suspicion, I secretly went through her phone while she was asleep, checking everything I could. Finally, I found a person named Ni Bin. From their chat history, it was clear that Ni Bin was the rich guy, with money. Zhou Yun said the child was his, and Ni Bin transferred her 10,000 yuan to have the child aborted.

I was furious and had the urge to kill Zhou Yun, but I held back. I asked her if she was pregnant, and after hesitating for a long time, knowing she couldn’t hide it from me, she admitted the child was mine.

At that moment, I wanted to show her the chat records, but I held back. We agreed to go to the hospital to have the child aborted. No matter what, the child had to be aborted! It wasn’t mine!

She got angry with me, saying I was heartless. Who was really heartless? In a fit of anger, I calculated all the money she had spent from me, saying she was the one without a conscience.

She told me to get out, not wanting to see me, and said she wanted to break up. I thought she must be planning to have the child and use it to climb up with the rich guy. I felt I couldn’t tolerate it anymore.

I waited outside her dorm for a long time before I saw her. A guy had brought her back, buying her a lot of clothes. At that moment, I knew this woman was rotten to the core, beyond saving.

I returned to the county, not in a good mental state, and we didn’t contact each other for a month. I had liked her since elementary school, and she had always been perfect. But I didn’t know why, in just a year, she had changed so much!

I was a bit out of sorts. I remembered an old saying from my hometown: some people change drastically because they have something unclean in them, and only by letting out blood can they purify their hearts and return to who they were.

I didn’t expect her to call me, scold me, and then ask me to accompany her to the hospital for an abortion. By then, I was already numb. My love for her had turned into resentment, but deep down, I still held a glimmer of hope. Thinking of that old saying, I thought maybe it was worth a try. Maybe after letting out some blood, she would really get better!

I was out of my mind at the time. I got two blood bags and an indwelling needle from the hospital and went to her. I told her I could set up an indwelling needle for her, so she wouldn’t have to endure repeated needle pricks at the hospital.

She trusted me a lot. I set up a long-term indwelling needle on her arm, and when she fell asleep, I secretly injected the prepared alcohol, ensuring she was unconscious. Then I began my bloodletting plan.

I let out 400ml, thinking it was enough. Just then, a message popped up on her phone. It was from another guy, and all previous chat records had been deleted. The message said: “I’ve discussed with my parents, let’s keep the child and find a day to get the marriage certificate.”

She was involved with three men at the same time! At that moment, I was filled with murderous intent! I remembered a recent post I read, where the author said watching blood gush out was thrilling. I decided to do it that way. Anyway, I didn’t want to live anymore. I wanted to die with her!

I took a taxi to a far place to buy a blade, dragged her to the bathroom. Her neck was so tender, and her skin was slightly red from the alcohol. I made a cut on her neck, and the blood sprayed out, covering my face.

The blood sprayed on the wall like a faucet. I admired it for a long time, feeling satisfied. She received the punishment she deserved! I didn’t expect her to wake up before dying, glaring at me, but she was already exhausted and couldn’t do anything. While she was still alive, I cursed her with all the dirty words I could think of.

She gradually stopped moving, probably dead. That bastard child also died in her belly! I originally wanted to end it all, but at the last moment, I chickened out. I slashed my neck several times but couldn’t go through with it.

I sat on the floor for a long time, suddenly remembering the recent serial murder case that had everyone on edge. I thought of framing that person for this. I researched a lot online, mimicking the serial killer’s methods, leaving wax inside her body.

I rubbed the new blade without fingerprints on her wound, then stained it with her fingerprints. Before leaving, I cleaned the room, even vacuuming, leaving no hair behind. Yet, you still traced it back to me!

“You’ve known each other since childhood, claiming to love her, yet you didn’t know she was allergic to alcohol, nor did you notice she was left-handed…” Mo Lin’s words pulled Li Zheng back to reality.

“You don’t seem to know her very well…” Li Zheng was silent for a moment: “I admit I wasn’t very attentive to those details, but I truly loved her!”

“You cleaned the scene so thoroughly, not leaving a single hair, yet you say you’re not attentive?” At this moment, Li Meng pushed the door open: “The paternity test results are out!”

Li Zheng sat in the interrogation room, emotionally unstable: “It’s not my fault, it’s hers. She’s shameless, having relationships with others and getting pregnant with someone else’s child!”

Mo Lin glanced at the report Li Meng handed over, then slapped the DNA report in front of him, mocking: “Zhou Yun said many lies, but one thing was true…”

Li Zheng looked at the DNA report in his hand, in disbelief: “Liars! You’re all liars, how could it be my child!”

In the interrogation room, Li Zheng seemed to suffer a huge blow, his spirit on the verge of collapse. Cold handcuffs clamped onto his hands. Li Zheng had personally ended two lives, as well as his own future.

Zhou Yun’s parents never dreamed that the one who killed their daughter was Li Zheng, whom they had watched grow up! Zhou Yun’s mother cried heart-wrenchingly while holding the body, and her father wiped tears in the corner. The scene was so emotional that many police officers were moved, yet Gu Yuan watched everything with an expressionless face.

He was more accustomed to dealing with corpses.