I chatted with my son for a while before coaxing him back to sleep.
7.
Instead of going back to sleep, I opened my laptop.
I had the habit of writing a diary since I was young, and I subconsciously wanted to record memorable things.
My laptop had no password, and I could log in directly.
I opened eDiary, and the page was still at the place I wrote last time.
[Rebecca, don't blame me.]
Looking at the last line, it seemed that something was about to pop into my mind.
I flipped through the pages to find the diary I wrote before.
[Today, I asked a friend to buy several buckets of chia seeds. I will crush the apple seeds and put them in. PS: remember not to drink more than three times.]
[Coincidentally, there is dry ice at home. So I pretended to call my mother-in-law and poured some hot water as an excuse to check. I have already told Steven about the broken door lock. He is so busy that he won't fix it.]
"Could it be... I killed Rebecca?"
But I had a car accident that day. It was impossible to commit the crime.
I comforted myself like this, but the detailed modus operandi in the diary couldn't be faked.
This app was hidden in a folder. No one could see it.