“Sister-in-law, your husband has gone, please don't be like this. We can understand your sadness, but the dead are more important."
Foster was afraid that I would notice something unusual, so he handed me a piece of gauze to wipe my tears.
I carefully avoided the gauze, pretended to be out of control and walked around to Erwin, slapping him twice.
I remembered that in my previous life, it was Foster who handed me a piece of gauze to wipe my tears. As soon as it got close to my eyes and nose, I was instantly knocked out. When I woke up again, Erwin had escaped.
After that, Foster handed me the gauze several times, but I refused to take it. He could only throw it on the table and turned around to pour me a glass of water.
Wow, so many tricks waiting for me?
I guessed there were sleeping pills in that glass of water.
I deliberately didn't drink, avoided him without leaving a trace and even broke the cup, which made Foster so anxious that he frowned.
I touched Erwin's body and deliberately asked in surprise, “He has been dead for a while, right? How come his body is still warm, like he is not dead yet?”