Psychocriminalist Chapter 10

My real name is Miranda Zhao.

When I was 10 years old, my father killed my mother.

And not knowing the full truth, I gave false testimony for my murderous father.

That night when I came home from school, the scene I walked into is still crystal clear in my mind.

Every detail of that house is etched in my memory.

My mother lay face-down on the floor, a hemp rope wrapped around her neck, motionless on the ground.

I walked toward my mother.

Suddenly, a sound came from the house.

Someone was inside. I didn't dare breathe or move, afraid to make a sound.

The bedroom door opened. It was my father.

I looked at him fearfully, seeking some comfort from him.

He suddenly knelt before me, crying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I was terrified.

At that time, I didn't know my mother had already died.

I was scared to tears.

"Daddy really made a mistake. Can you keep it a secret for Daddy?"

I looked at him in shock.

He said urgently, "Your mother and I, in an argument... it was an accident, truly an accident."

He broke down crying. I'd never seen my father like this.

I was too scared to speak.

"If I turn myself in, you won't have a father anymore," he said, looking at me with tears in his eyes.

I had no idea what I was thinking then.

Dad took me to the bedroom, closed the door, and told me not to come out.

After a while, the police came.

I thought they were coming to arrest Dad. I ran out of the room.

I was shocked by what I saw.

Mom was hanging from the beam, her death horrific.

That was the first time I'd seen a dead body.

I never imagined our ceiling beam could serve such a purpose.

The police took me in for questioning.

The moment I left home, the weather was exceptionally clear and quiet.

To protect my father, I gave false testimony.