A poison tablet

Brian stood in the doorway and said goodbye to his wife, Effie, waving his hand and saying, "Go back with confidence, I'll go straight to Boston."

Everything went as he planned, smoothly and naturally.

"Don't forget the gloves you wear when you drive, honey!" Effie said. "I won't, honey!" Brian let her go with confidence. Closing the studio door, he stood smiling for a moment, listening to Effie's hurried footsteps fade away.

Then he went back to the bathroom.

His dexterous hands began to carry out his plan. He took the chocolate-colored liver disease pill from the cabinet and poured the remaining tablets into the envelope he had prepared in advance. He put two pieces of brown and highly toxic shinin in the epidermis into the medicine bottle, and then placed the medicine bottle conspicuously on the glass shelf above the basin.

He knows Effie! When she sees the pills, she decides to take a few. It was her character that made it intolerable to him. She was tall and strong, but she always suspected that she was sick and expected him to care for herself.

He looked at the pill bottle again and licked his lips with satisfaction. Dosage: One tablet for children; Two to three tablets for adults; Take at bedtime. He said to himself.

There were only two tablets, so Effie would eat them all and leave nothing behind to divulge secrets. He would be in Boston, with ironclad evidence of not being there, and she would be home alone after returning from a weekend in New York.

It was Effie who arranged the trip, which she gave to Brian for her birthday so that he could see some of the Picasso paintings on display in Boston.

Effie once simply exuded a repulsive, conceited sense of satisfaction, and she said to Brian, "Giving you such an opportunity is so significant to your art." art! Brian snorted angrily. When Effie arranged for him to stay with her stupid cousins who lived in Boston, it was torture! Well, everything has changed since then. Thanks to her frugal father, Effie's savings would make his life comfortable, even extravagant, and he would never have to spend any more of that money on Effie!

Surprisingly enough, the first person to own Stinin was Effie's father, a chemist who worked on research. Under his influence, Brian was exposed to the pill. Brian has kept them because the tablets are very similar to ordinary pills, but they are deadly toxic.

In the beginning, Brian's plan was only theoretical. However, this final year is too hard to wait. But now he was happy to have such a plan. It was a perfect plan. Effie will take the pills and go to bed. When she realized that there was a problem, there was nothing she could do to save it, because once the toxic attack occurred, she would quickly feel a strong discomfort, and the slightest movement would exacerbate its attack and lead to paralysis. Almost perfect! It was so simple that Brian wondered why no one had thought of such a solution before. But, perhaps people have thought of it, so hundreds of murders have been considered suicides, and no one has ever been suspected!

Just before midnight on Monday, Brian had been sad for a while with a long-distance call. He had thought he wouldn't hear of Effie's death until the house maid cleaned his room on Tuesday morning. Still, he managed to keep himself calm on the train. The pills were gone, Effie was dead, and detectives would not be able to prove that he was involved. When he got home, he felt exactly like a husband who was deeply saddened by the loss of his wife. In fact, he did feel a little sad, poor Effie, she didn't even see the last side of Brian, and she died.

The three detectives standing in front of Brian's house didn't upset him. They didn't seem to be very interested in him, though one of them said to him, "Oh yes, Mr. Brian, we have to ask you a few questions, I'm Officer Sean." "Of course," Brian replied calmly, "as long as you like." Can I sit down now? Or wash your face?" He smiled reluctantly and miserably, shrugging his shoulders in a pronounced motion. "It was a bit shocking." He added apologetically.

"You can go wash your face. We're going to be here for a while. The officer said.

Brian took off his coat and put it on the couch and went to the bathroom. The bottle was not on the shelf, he opened the small cabinet, ah, here! He took the bottle down and looked inside. Suddenly, a strong sense of fear struck, and he looked at his trembling hand, turned the bottle upside down, and a brown pill fell into his palm!

Effie only ate one slice! But she's dead?

Dead, yes, but at the moment he didn't know what had happened before! The pill was still in the bottle and hadn't been touched, so they certainly hadn't suspected it yet. He stopped shaking, and after a while he felt more confident than ever. Even if there was such a mistake, they did not find it.

Brian sat down on the couch outside. The officer stood up and began pacing back and forth. Brian thought he looked funny like a greedy beast, so he spun in circles, his eyes never leaving his prey. It's ridiculous.

"Mr. Brian," said the sergeant suddenly, "your wife took only one pill. "

It was like a bomb--- a thunderbolt on a sunny day — but Brian stood up.

"Only...... A slice?" He repeated. His voice was perfectly sad and confused, as a husband should show. "You must have something else to tell me about it." He went on, in a low voice.

The man stared at him motionlessly. "She was still conscious, and we almost saved her.

Brian's mouth was a little dry, and his heart was beating wildly, but even then he narrowed his eyes. This may express a mood, or it may be pure speculation!

"You put those pills in that bottle, Mr. Brian!" The officer shouted, "You did it, you know what to expect!" You may still want to avoid cross-examination, but this case is overwhelmingly evidenced. "You take it for granted," said Brian, "that my wife and I are happily married. But if she's going to eat something -- I can't imagine!"

"We recorded what she said," said the officer expressionlessly, "plus conclusive evidence." You see, Mr. Brian, your wife shouted before she died that she was poisoned —she said you did it. Some of your neighbors heard her shouting. Then, of course, we thought of that bottle.

Brian sat motionless. There's ShiDinin in that bottle! Effie cried out in pain! He should have known she would have done that, and it was entirely inevitable. It was this consistently reliable character on which he relied defeated him!

Brian's hand reached into his chest pocket to take out the handkerchief and smiled miserably. The detectives left the remaining pill in the bottle, how stupid they were if he needed it! He remembered how lucky they had been that they hadn't disposed of the pill when they were checking the items for residues!

He wiped his forehead, at which point he put the handkerchief to his mouth, and he bit the handkerchief so that the pills that had been wrapped inside could seep out. He confessed, "Yes, Mr. Officer, I put those two pills in the bottle."

Officer Sean nodded at his assistant. "It's much easier, Mr. Brian," he said, "and lo and behold, your wife did say that you poisoned her, but she was alone at the time. We have no evidence that you put Strynin in a bottle, or even that it was there, although this is a reasonable guess, given that Strynin tablets sometimes look very similar to regular liver disease pills. ”

Brian was stunned. He hadn't fully understood it yet, and the confused and frightened thoughts made his mind pitch black. "But it's there," he cried frantically, "and the pill is in the bottle!"

"Oh, very correctly," said the officer, "we thought there must be two pills, but when we found the bottle, it was empty." "

"Empty?" Brian cried out, and at the moment he was a little furious.

"We put the pills in because we knew that if you did it, you would immediately look at the bottle and take away the evidence inside."

Brian clutched his own throat.

"But you're not going to die, Mr. Brian, because we still think you might take that pill." So we put a non-toxic pill in it, and you may only have a moment of discomfort. "