Upon hearing the words, Song Hao's heart was in his throat.
Sure enough, those people died at the hands of his wife.
When the police came to the door, he still had some doubts and concerns.
After all, the usually gentle and quiet Zhi Shuying rarely even got angry with him, so it seemed unlikely she could do such a thing.
But based on the timing, he felt uneasy.
When the first murder happened, he had just seen his wife, arguing before deciding to leave.
So he didn't inquire about what his wife did afterward.
But now, combined with what his wife said, the truth was clear.
"You... you killed them..."
"Not just them."
Zhi Shuying chuckled, slowly pulling out something wrapped in tissue paper and plastic wrap from under the coffee table, revealing a blood-stained dagger.
"Yesterday afternoon, when you told me you were going out for drinks, I was following you the entire time. I called you midway to urge you home, just to distract you."
