All the surveillance cameras on July 3rd at the entrance of my apartment and in the elevator were checked. At one o'clock in the morning, no one appeared on the cameras, not to mention that delivery man.
The blood test result came out, and there was indeed a small amount of drugs in my blood.
"There must be addictive drugs in the takeout, did you see it? This is the evidence! Someone did this to me!" My hands were trembling with fear, and I wanted to slam the test result form into the policeman's face.
He glanced at the test result and said, "Ms. Edwards, are you sure you haven't taken any other medications including vitamins and health supplements since yesterday?"
I was speechless. I did take sedatives before going to bed last night, and even increased the dosage without authorization.
The police probably saw that I was guilty, so they walked around my apartment in an attempt to comfort me and asked some questions in the community.
Everyone said that they were sleeping in the middle of the night and did not see the delivery man or hear any sound.
I leaned on the door frame, looking at my neighbor opposite my room with a blank mind, and I couldn't help but bite off a part of my nail.