After Losing My Memory,I Killed Myself

I was taken to a room that was completely sealed, with a table and three chairs.

Two police officers sat across from me, one responsible for recording and the other for questioning.

There was a lamp on the table that made my eyes hurt.

The police officer in charge of questioning noticed and moved the lamp aside, showing me a friendly smile.

"Mrs. Lance, you don't need to be nervous. Just tell us the truth."

I nodded to indicate that I understood.

"Why is there so much dry ice in the warehouse at your home? Don't you know that a large amount of dry ice can cause suffocation and death?"

"I am a dancer and I need it for performances and events. I also use dry ice for practicing at home. My son sometimes uses some for fun. I think it's convenient and cost-effective to store some at home, so I don't have to go out so often."

Police: "Did you buy those cans of chia seeds?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, that's right."

"Do you know that there is cyanide inside them? And only the can you use, has it, the others don't."

I widened my eyes in surprise and said, "I really didn't know that. I bought them when I was performing somewhere. My colleague said they could be used to stabilize blood sugar and protect cardiovascular health, so I wanted to buy some for my mother-in-law."

"Do you have any conflicts with Rebecca in your daily life?"

Rebecca was my mother-in-law's name.

I denied, "No, ever since I married into the family, my parents-in-law have treated me like their own daughter. My mother-in-law hopes that I can stay at home and take care of the family. But due to my special physical condition, I have difficulty getting pregnant and can only adopt a child. I have become pregnant twice, but unfortunately, I couldn't carry the pregnancies to term. I don't think this can be considered a conflict, as we have never argued about these things."

As I said that, my hand touched my flat stomach.

Hearing my words, the police officer said something to the other, who had been noting down the information.

Then she immediately turned her head and asked, "Okay, one last question. What were you doing on the day your mother-in-law had the accident?"

I looked blankly at her and said, "To be honest, I also had a car accident on the day when my mother-in-law died by accident, so I don't remember exactly what happened. After the accident, I can't remember anything that has happened recently. I'm really sorry."

The two police officers exchanged a glance.

I was afraid they didn't believe me, so I quickly explained,

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital to check. I just got discharged today."

The police officer stood up and shook hands with me, saying, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation. Today's conversation has been recorded and will be verified. If there is anything else we need, we will contact you again."

I pleaded, "Madam, if my mother-in-law's death was not an accident, please do your best to find the real culprit!"

"This is our duty. Please rest assured!"

Then she exclaimed, "It's really rare to see a family like yours without any conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!"

I just smiled, said nothing more, and then went home.

4.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the aroma of food, and coincidentally my husband came out with a plate.

I quickly took it over.

He wiped off the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve.

"Oh, you're back. The meal is ready. Go wash your hands."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, so I asked my husband to wash his hands, and I went to open the door.

It was my father-in-law who brought Hector back.

As usual, Hector threw away his school bag and rushed into my arms. He looked up with concern.

"Mom, are you okay? Are you still hurt?"

I rubbed his head and spoke gently, "Thank you for your concern, Hector. I'm fine now. Go wash your hands and call grandpa to have a meal."

My son nodded his head a few times and ran to wash his hands.