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Quarrels between husband and wife are originally the most common thing, fighting at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, sleeping in the same bed every day, if there is a big contradiction, it will be over in the past. But Zhao Xia is worthy of the husband and wife relationship between them, and it is about to come to an end.

She is not afraid that her husband is poor, nor is she afraid that her husband is incompetent, as long as the husband and wife work together, they have hands and feet, and they can earn what they want, and they will be able to live a good life. But there is one basic requirement for working together, and that is mutual trust.

What Zhao Xia is confused about now is that she can continue to trust her husband, who has almost become a stranger? He can hurt an innocent woman today for no reason, so tomorrow, will he also become the ghost of his knife? If something happens to her, what will happen to her son, who will take care of a child who is only a few years old?

Zhao Xia began to become timid in front of Zhu Huaijun, and lived in fear every day, lest any of his words would touch his backlash and end up in a different place. Every time Zhu Huaijun touched her, she could get goosebumps, and she instinctively wanted to shrink back, but she was afraid of making Zhu Huaijun angry, and her life was extremely aggrieved.

These are still tolerable. After all, since Zhu Huaijun woke up from his injury and coma, she has been in his domestic violence, and being punched and kicked has almost become commonplace. So she is not very afraid of physical abuse, what scares Zhao Xia the most is that Zhu Huaijun miraculously healed without medicine, and his majesty in bed began only after he killed someone, and Zhu Huaijun himself admitted this. But in the past month of married life, Zhu Huaijun obviously does not have the same energy as before, every time he does things hastily, and then lowers his head and does not speak, just smokes one after another, Zhao Xia sometimes asks a few more questions. Zhu Huaijun stared at her with a murderous gaze. made Zhao Xia no longer have the courage to talk to Zhu Huaijun, the husband and wife were often speechless to each other, and Zhao Xia couldn't mention anything if she wanted to comfort him.

Zhao Xia was frightened all day and night, for fear that Zhu Huaijun would use killing as a panacea. Targeting innocent young women. She's scared to be afraid. But there has been no action. I only suffer in terror day by day.

So in the end, what prompted Zhao Xia to make up her mind to kill her husband who had been sharing joys and sorrows for so many years? Zhao Xia originally thought that Zhu Huaijun would be bad even if he was bad. But he is still his son's biological father, he is concerned and reluctant to his son and this family, no matter how many wrong things he does, Zhao Xia can forgive him and tolerate him for his son's sake. But in the same way, her son is Zhao Xia's only counter-scale, and she will fight with whoever wants to touch her child. Zhu Huaijun committed precisely this taboo.

Throughout the 5,000-year history of China, in terms of children's education, they have always believed in filial piety under the stick, and parents beat and scold their children, which is usually regarded as a manifestation of loving their children. So when Zhu Huaijun used to scold and even punch and kick his son, as long as it wasn't too much, Zhao Xia was generally distressed but would never interfere, in her opinion, Zhu Huaijun was doing his duty as a father, strict father and mother, which is reflected here. What Zhao Xia couldn't tolerate was a signal that Zhu Huaijun used his words and deeds to send to his children.

Even after so many years, Zhao Xia remembers very clearly that it was a weekend. She made fragrant braised pork, cut a pound of cooked food, and deliberately beat half a catty of wine, just to let Zhu Huaijun have a good meal, relax and relax, so as not to be restless all day long, drooping a face, playing tricks at home, and scared her son to turn pale.

Zhu Huaijun was quite face-saving at first, and cooperated with happy eating and drinking, but as soon as he drank too much, there was no one on his mouth, and he began to talk nonsense, hugging his son and constantly boasting about his glorious deeds, boasting that even the process of killing people in the first place began to describe to his son in detail.

The more Zhao Xia listened to it, the more frightened she became, and the more she listened, the more she felt cold all over!

The son blinked his ignorant eyes and asked with an envious expression, "Dad, are these things you said true?" You're not making up a story with me, are you? What does it feel like to kill? Isn't it fun? Zhu Huaijun, who was so drunk, replied without thinking about it: "It's fun, it's fun!" Killing people is much more interesting than killing chickens. You've seen killing chickens, right? The chicken was so big that it bled a little, and it didn't take long for it to plop. He laughed heartlessly: "But people are different, people are so big, there is a lot of blood." You stab once, squirt some, stab again, and squirt some. And the human blood is warm, and the feeling of spraying on the hands is really wonderful. If I have the chance, I hope to kill another one and experience the sense of accomplishment of being in charge of everything and in control. When Zhu Huaijun remembered that killing, there was undisguised longing in his eyes.

Zhao Xia knew in his heart that he was by no means joking, and once he had the opportunity to do so, he would definitely not hesitate to do it again!

Oh my God! What the hell did she do wrong to make her suffer such a crime?? Where is her kind, honest husband, who has done evil, who has done evil!

That night, Zhao Xia couldn't close her eyes, and early the next morning, she cooked with thick dark circles under her eyes, watched her son finish eating, and then took his hand and walked towards the school.

Along the way, she repeatedly asked how her son felt about what Zhu Huaijun said last night. Her son's final answer finally made her decide to kill her husband.

The son said: Such a father is so great, he will grow up to be like his father, I hope that my mother will teach him to kill chickens tomorrow, so as to prepare for killing people in the future. At that time, his son was less than eight years old, and he was such a small little person, who should have been innocent, and talking about killing people was as simple as eating and drinking, and he didn't think it was wrong at all. And he held Zhao Xia's hand and motioned for Zhao Xia to squat down. "Daddy won't let me tell you, but he's told me how funny it is to kill people several times." At first, I thought it was not good, but my father said that in this society, people with ability are to kill people who are not, and I want to be a capable person when I grow up, so I have to learn how to kill. ”

The son bounced into the school and quickly blended in with the others, never to be able to see clearly. Zhao Xia had been standing on the side of the school road that day, not knowing what to do. It was when it started. Zhu Huaijun has such perverted thoughts? It's not enough to be perverted yourself. And also instilled this idea in his son little by little. Judging from his son's words just now, Zhu Huaijun definitely didn't do this once or twice, if he didn't get drunk this time and inadvertently said that he leaked his mouth, how long would he have to hide it? And what will his son grow into under his flickering? Zhao Xia didn't dare to think about it carefully. She felt a chill emanating from her pores all over her body. Such a hopelessly ill husband. If he is allowed to live in this world again, his son will be ruined in this life.

For a moment. She wanted to go and call the police, but eventually gave up. The blood-stained clothes and the murder weapon were disposed of by her husband himself as early as when she found it, she didn't have any evidence in hand to prove that what she said was the truth, others would only think that she and her husband had always quarreled and had a bad relationship in recent years, so they came up with such an insidious trick to slander others, and they missed a blow, and they would definitely suffer a loss at that time, even if she was lucky, the police believed her, Zhu Huaijun would pay the price, but his son would be labeled as the son of a murderer for the rest of his life. This is what Zhao Xia does not want to see. So calling the police doesn't work.

Expecting her husband to change himself is tantamount to fantasy, and Zhao Xia's only remaining choice is to kill him with her own hands. Killing people, it's easy to say, but the actual operation is not small, Zhao Xia wants Zhu Huaijun to die, but she doesn't want to take her future, her son needs her, it's pitiful enough to lose her father, if she loses her mother together, how can she bear to be a mother.

Zhao Xia began to quietly look for opportunities in life, Zhu Huaijun didn't know at this time that the person next to his pillow began to plot his life, and every day was very leisurely.

Zhao Xia waited patiently for a month, and finally let her come up with a good plan that was seamless.

The work of the outside staff of the power supply bureau is quite dangerous, Zhu Huaijun one day after work when they were chatting, Zhao Xia learned a piece of information, there is a newly installed transformer on their inspection line, because it has just been installed and has not been debugged, there is always a very heavy noise, the sound is loud and the surrounding residents will complain, they have to go to repair overnight.

Two days ago, a worker was almost electrocuted when he was rushing to repair, although they are regular employees of the power supply bureau, and the distribution of labor insurance products is very timely, but in the face of high voltage, there is no difference between ordinary insulating shoes and gloves and paper paste, and it does not play much protective role. In Zhu Huaijun's words, it was only a matter of time before something happened to that machine.

Zhao Xia was very interested, asked a lot of questions, and then made up her mind to find a way to get rid of Zhu Huaijun when he was on duty again.

This day did not let Zhao Xia wait too long, one of Zhu Huaijun's co-workers' wife gave birth to a child, and asked him to replace a few shifts, they were three shifts of eight hours at that time, so that Zhu Huaijun had a few days to work 16 hours in a row, the degree of exhaustion can be imagined, Zhao Xia decided to do it.

To be on the safe side, she also added some sleeping pills to dinner that day, the amount was not heavy, and even if the police finally detected it, they would not suspect that she was deliberately trying to assassinate her husband. These sleeping pills were all prescribed by her from the right way, and almost all the neighbors knew that her husband had treated her badly in recent years, she had a nervous breakdown, and if she didn't take sleeping pills, she would not be able to sleep all night.

Things were going well, she watched Zhu Huaijun eat the bowl of rice mixed with sleeping pills, yawned and staggered to the unit to work overtime. Zhao Xia, as usual, watched her son do his homework, then coaxed him to bed, and made it look like she wanted to sleep, made the bed, turned off the lights, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for all the people in the city who had worked hard all day to fall asleep.

At one o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xia slowly sat up straight from the bed, put on her shoes and went to the ground, and washed her face with cold water in the basin that had been prepared on the side, and the cold water made her sober up, a trace of unbearable crosses in her eyes, and quickly disappeared, she tried to hypnotize herself over and over again, although it was also a murderous act, but her husband was to satisfy his inner selfish desires, and she was really to save her son. In order for her children to grow up healthily, she is willing to do anything, even if she is incarnated as Shura, she will not hesitate to do so.

Zhao Xia tiptoed open the door and crept downstairs again, the process was extremely smooth, and no one noticed. The location of the transformer, Zhao Xia had probed it more than once after deciding to kill Zhu Huaijun, and even though she was in the dark, she still quickly arrived at the designated location.

There was a public phone around the corner of the street, Zhao Xia lowered her voice, pretended not to wake up from her first sleep and made a complaint call, and then disappeared into the darkness, waiting for the figure that made her feel both familiar and unfamiliar to appear.

She didn't wait too long, Zhu Huaijun swayed out of the night, stood in front of the transformer, and cursed in a low voice: "Which king and eight lambs have nothing to do at night to play Lao Tzu!" I don't know how to complain if I don't have a shit, it's really not a fucking thing, damn it, I can't sleep anymore! It's *** sleepy! Zhu Huaijun scolded while resignedly opening the surrounding protective fence, checking it according to the usual operating procedures, and after confirming that it was correct, he yawned and turned around.

"Oh, I can't replace this grandson in the future, I'm trapped to death." He felt extra sleepy today.

Zhao Xia saw the right time, rushed out of the night, and rushed straight into Zhu Huaijun, hitting him with a stagger, and fell towards the high-voltage power line next to him, where there were three exposed metal joints. Zhu Huaijun didn't even let out a scream, and a spark shot in all directions, ending his sinful life.

Zhao Xia covered her mouth and nose beside her, not letting herself cry, after so many years of husband and wife, they also gave birth to a son together, Zhao Xia used to love him. The man she loves doesn't exist from now on, how can she not be sad?

After doing all this, Zhao Xia walked home crying all the way. She collapsed on the bed, let her tears soak the pillow towel, then swallowed a sleeping pill and fell into a deep sleep. There is still a scene to be performed tomorrow morning, and she has to cooperate well, so as not to leak the slightest bit and fall short.

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