Chapter 22:

Zhu Ma seemed to be surprised by my candid words. He said threateningly: "I want to go out to the police! It's you ... you killed him ..."
"Well. You are great," I said, "but you have to come out first."
The bamboo horse was stunned, and he seemed to have been taken away even from the strength of walking. He could only climb on the floor, and I saw him drag the door handle a few times, and the door did not open.
All rooms in our house cannot be unlocked, but they can be locked from the outside with a key. I know this, but Zhuma probably doesn't know it. I saw him desperately tinkering with the door hole there, and even in the end he started to lift the door.
I think I've probably confirmed that Zhuma is not only noisy, but also silly.
I kindly reminded him and said, "Maybe my husband has a key in his pocket."
It was as if he had reacted, crawling over and digging into my husband's pocket, it seemed that he was shaking his hands to get the keys because of the fear of the body.
Of course, even if he got the key, he didn't open the door.
I heard him drop the key to the ground. Zhu Zhu supported the floor and climbed to the window. He stared at me fiercely, "Open the door! You murderer!"
He is really stupid. I smiled slightly and said, "Why do you think I won't kill you?"
Zhu Zhu's body shook, and at this moment I glanced at a wet piece on the floor on which he was lying, and he seemed to be scared of incontinence.
Then I opened the window and threw a knife into it.
The bamboo horse wanted to reach out and grab me when the window opened, and I avoided it.
"That's a very sharp knife," I said. "It's enough to cut off human flesh, and it can also cut a person's arteries."
"You ... what do you want to do?" Zhu Ma asked me with trembling.
"I will call the police in seven days. But it will probably be a month after the police find you." I said, "If you don't want to die in this month, use this knife to cut your food. . But aren't you two really in love? You can also use it to commit suicide for my husband. "
"You lunatic! Murderer!" Zhuma screamed, and he dug out the wall below the window and said, "Let me out!"
"I think the first aid knowledge should tell you. If you survive in the wild, you can drink blood or urine if you are dehydrated." I said. Although I know I don't need to talk nonsense to him at this time, but this is probably my bad taste.
I then waved at the bamboo horse and left. At last I saw him slowly crawling to get the knife.
I probably know what he will choose.