The woman who softened a little bit burst into tears, pursed her lips and nodded.
"Yes, I killed my husband" "Can I know what your motivation is for killing, are there problems with your feelings," I asked, continuing through the procedure.
"He, he has failed in business in the past few years, and his whole person is decadent, and he also uses words to attack acne, I am a chicken who can't lay eggs, and I am drunk like mud, and then" The woman's tears flowed uncontrollably and choked several times.
"And what?"
I heard here with some sympathy, but I still had to continue to ask.
The woman swallowed her saliva and said with a frightened face: "Then he beat me to death, no matter how much I begged for mercy, he refused to stop me, I really can't stand it" Hearing this, I can't put it into words.
Sympathy for pity I don't even have a way to locate it myself Enduring the discomfort in my heart, I forced my face to look down and asked, "So you killed him" The woman looked up sharply, but I was startled.
Fortunately, I didn't go backwards, and I stayed at the door of the car, otherwise I would have lost a lot of money.
The dignified forensic doctor actually made a criminal suspect retreat in fright, which is not good at all.
The woman's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Kill him to me, but I didn't mean to, I just want him to stop beating me, I just want to scare him with a knife, make him scared, and stop beating me, but" I stabilized my panic and asked, "But what?"
The woman's expression suddenly became very painful, she looked at me and said, "But I didn't really want to kill him, I don't know why, just a knife, just a knife, he fell in front of me, please believe me, I really don't really want to kill him" "But he was really killed by you, look at the blood you are bleeding all over your body now, it is impossible for a person to be alive for so many months," I said with a serious look at the woman.
"I knew that when he fell in front of me with his neck covered, I was scared and tried to help him, and he spurted blood from his neck, spraying all over my body, but I couldn't do anything to cover the place where he was squirting blood."
The woman's voice slowly quieted down, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, choking so much that she couldn't speak.
"Why did you burn down the whole house when the man is dead, please give me an explanation, or I won't be able to help you," I asked, continuing to look at the woman.
"I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm afraid that others will know that I killed someone, can you believe it, I really panicked, I didn't know what to do, so I went to the kitchen and turned on the gas, I wanted to blow up with him," the woman stretched out her hands to cover her face and said in pain.
"I killed someone, I know that I have to pay for my life, and I can't live, rather than being caught by the police and finally sentenced to being shot, it is better to blow myself up and kill myself."
"But you still came out in the end, why is this?"
I felt quite ruthless, the woman was already in pain and was about to have an emotional breakdown, so I continued to ask according to the procedure.
"I'm scared, I thought death was a momentary thing, and in the end I really couldn't light the lighter," the woman replied to my question. aa2705221: