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szdaily -> Budding Writers -> 
The case of a missing boyfriend (IV)
    2016-12-21  08:53    Shenzhen Daily

    I know that little wicked woman! Money is all she thinks about.

    I walked to the room with heavy steps. Now it’s the time for the truth.

    The floor creaked beneath me. I held my breath and took a step forward. I turned my head around but all I could see was darkness. My hands glided across the wall trying to find the switch to turn on the lights of the control room, but all I could feel was the flat wall.

    A moment later, I felt something touching my arm; I quickly grabbed it and pulled with all my might. Suddenly, everywhere around me turned bright. It was the lights.

    The control room was cramped, about five meters wide and four meters long. There were four sets of chairs and tables each with a computer in front of them. I turned on one of the computers, and luckily, it didn’t request a password, so I quickly flipped through the monitors to the date of the crime.

    I observed it carefully without even blinking. There was a blonde woman who staggered along the road with a man wearing a black hoodie walking right behind her.

    A few seconds later something caught my eye; I clicked on the stop button and zoomed in. There was a tattoo behind the man’s neck that’s looked like a skull. The SKULLSHIPS! They were one of the most evil gangs in Texas, and nobody dared to mess with them. It meant death.

    But who was the blonde woman? There weren’t any females in SKULLSHIPS. Whatever, I thought to myself. So I resumed watching the video.

    The blonde woman wobbled closer to the victim and pushed the victim right off the bridge.

    The man who was wearing a black hoodie clapped his hands, patted the woman on the back and walked away.

    “Bang!”

    The door flew open. I turned around and saw a muscular man with a black hoodie holding a bat in his hand. He sniggered and came swaggering over.

    I screamed, “Who are you?” and took out my gun from my pocket and aimed at his head.

    He calmly replied, “Don’t you recognize the tattoo behind my neck?” He took off his hoodie and turned around, pointing towards his tattoo.

    My eyes grew wide and I stammered, “Skull…skull…SKULLSHIP!”

    “Not as dumb as I thought. So did you find out who killed your ex-boyfriend?”

    “No.”

    Well, I know who killed him.”

    “Who?”

    “You!” He snatched the gun out of my hand and pointed it towards my head.

    I threw my hands up high and moved backward towards the wall slowly. “But…but if I had killed him, how can I not remember?”

    “That’s a stupid question.” He looked into my eyes wickedly. “What if you got drunk? People sometimes don’t remember what happens when they get drunk.”

    Large droplets of sweat were gliding down my forehead. I tried to conceal my nervousness.

    “You don’t have any evidence that I pushed him off the bridge. Lots of people have blond hair.”

    “I do have evidence. I took a video of you pushing your ex-boyfriend off the bridge. Here I will show you.”

    He took out his phone. I clicked on the play button and I saw a mad face that looked just like mine, the same blond girl pushing my ex-boyfriend off the bridge.

    So the mystery was solved. I was the murderer without even knowing it myself.

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