The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 4 The Cunning, Cruel and Dangerous Man

"Yes."

The police called up a photo and asked, "Is this the person?"

"Yes." The expression in this photo is so cold.

The police said: "According to our knowledge, Fanyin does not have a mental illness. On the contrary, he has double doctorates and is a successful businessman."

I was stunned: "My husband is a writer of fairy tales, and he wrote "Little Hippo and Little Goat" and "Little Pig who Loves to Dream."

"The following words only represent my personal position, because I don't want you to be harmed." The policeman said solemnly: "Fanyin has been accused many times. The ringleader, who has been investigating him all these years. I remind you personally that he is a cunning, cruel and dangerous man."

"You mean..." I must have misheard: "My husband is a gangster?"

"I suggest you divorce him." The policeman said solemnly, "Of course, this is just my personal suggestion."

"No," I admit that his words made my heart beat a little, but I couldn't believe it immediately: "Sir, do you think a writer who writes "Little Hippo and Kid" all day can be a gangster? A cunning and cruel person can stay up all night." Going to write "Little Pig who Loves Dreaming"?"

"Maybe this is his special hobby." The policeman said helplessly: "His private life is very chaotic, maybe you have been deceived by him."

"No, sir!" I think he didn't understand me: "I hope you can help me find out his father's address! Or where he is now!"

He turned me down: "Sorry, it's not legal."

I'm really going to collapse!
The policeman looked at me for a while and asked, "You can't believe me?"

"Yeah, I can't believe it."

"But he's really not mentally ill."

"That's why I said it just now, I suspect that he is possessed by a ghost!" Compared to the gang leader, I would rather believe this.

The policeman immediately said: "Then how are you going to explain the Rolls-Royce sedan, the subordinates in black clothes and the driver? You just said that his income is very low, you are not well-off, and his father And not rich."

The world must be crazy.

Not only did I not understand the matter, but I was questioned by the police for a long time.After that, they bothered me every day with various excuses until I lost my temper.

I asked for leave from the company and went out to look for Fanyin every day, but found nothing.

Although the police repeatedly denied it, I just felt that Fanyin had a mental problem.But I can't tell if it's because of sex or because of drinking?He did sound like a gangster that day, but he sure wasn't.Which gangster has nothing to do to write a fairy tale book?In order to express the childhood with nowhere to rest?
It has been raining for the past few days, and I feel depressed, holding the little lion doll that Fanyin bought me, and weeping.

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder outside the window, and at the same time, the doorbell rang.

I walked to the door and opened the doorbell intercom: "Who is it?"

"Wife." It was Fanyin's voice, pitifully: "It's me..."

I hurriedly opened the door, and saw him standing in the doorway like a soaked chicken, his hair sticking to his face, his face full of anxiety: "Are you injured?"

I let him in first, wiped his face with a towel, and asked, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

"I'll be drunk when I drink alcohol." He looked at me miserably, and said with red eyes, "I said I wouldn't drink it, but you insisted on making me drink it..."

(End of this chapter)