"Hello, Ms. Ke."
"Oh. You said you wanted to ask me about my family? That dead bastard and that little bitch?"
Click!
"Phew—"
"Yes, we'd actually like to ask you about..."
"Sorry, ma'am, smoking isn't allowed here."
"Huh?"
"Do you have a private room available? We can move there."
"We do. This way, please."
"What's the big deal? What a hassle!"
"Sorry, Ms. Ke. We should have thought of that."
"Ms. Ke, let's get back to what we were discussing. Could you tell us about your family?"
"Phew—Tell you what? Didn't the police already figure it all out? That little bitch chopped that dead bastard to pieces."
"We'd like to hear the full story of your family. Starting from the beginning, when you married Mr. You. Would that be all right?"
"If you want to hear it, I'll tell you. I don't care. You're the ones paying, anyway."
"Go ahead."
"Marriage... Well, we got married. I've forgotten when it was. We didn't have a wedding banquet. His family was pushing him, my family was pushing me, and then someone introduced us. We met that way. He was a laborer back then, I guess, working at a factory, fooling around with other people and getting to know a few folks on the streets. I was a worker too. I got into the factory in my mother's place. That was it. Then one day—I've forgotten when—he said there'd be some fun, so I went along. It was a private room in a bar, pitch-black except for a little lamp and a table. We gambled at cards. That night, the two of us made over three hundred yuan. Over three hundred yuan in one night. Tsk... Phew—That was when it started, I guess. We started gambling. We'd win, then lose, lose, then