The Entomologist's Perfect Crime Chapter 9

Every year I came into close contact with criminal cases.

But I never associated the word "murder" with my wife.

That night my wife didn't come home. "Our son" helped cover for her.

Lying in bed, I wore headphones listening to the sounds from the bug, unable to sleep all night.

Through the bug, I learned that my wife planned to sabotage my skydiving parachute equipment.

I also learned that the warm milk my wife gave me every night was drugged.

I learned even more—that my wife had bought the villa next door.

She'd even set up a special reptile room.

Originally my wife wanted to use poisonous insects to murder me.

But over the years, because I'd assisted police with countless cases, whenever police found even a fly at a crime scene, they'd come to me.

So in recent years, police paid more attention to insects and poisonous insects, especially Detective Zhou.

So my wife gave up on that plan and decided to murder me through an "accident" in front of witnesses.

I never suspected my wife, even when everyone speculated whether she had plotted everything to seize her ex-husband's fortune.

But in my eyes, my wife had always been a gentle woman, diligent at work, valuing family, doting on her husband and loving her child, wholeheartedly caring for the family.

Her abilities and intelligence were evident to all.

But now, I heard with my own ears my wife's mouth utter a plan to murder me.