My husband's sister-in-law has a disease that likes to throw things. The first time, she dropped the antique clock left by her father-in-law, and her husband said, "Dad will not blame you." The second time, she dropped her mother-in-law's Jade Guanyin, but her mother-in-law comforted her: "A Bodhisattva will not care about patients." On New Year's Eve, she suddenly looked at my daughter. Before the reunion dinner was served, my daughter's screams came from the 23rd floor. When I rushed to the rooftop, I only saw my sister-in-law Yang Lei's pale face, and my daughter's limp body downstairs. "It was my sister-in-law who pushed... It was her!" Yang Lei pointed at me, her voice trembling but clear. I desperately called for an ambulance, but in the hospital corridor, I heard my mother-in-law say to the police: "My daughter-in-law has bipolar disorder. It is common for her to throw things, but she will never harm anyone... It must have been my eldest daughter-in-law who did it!" My husband grabbed me and said, "Forget it, Leilei is sick, please let her go." I grabbed the kitchen knife and rushed in, but he snatched it away with his backhand and stabbed me in the heart. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the evening when my sister-in-law was taking my daughter to the rooftop to watch the fireworks. This time I hugged my daughter tightly, turned around and ran downstairs. Just when I was chatting with an old detective resident on the 22nd floor. There was a loud noise downstairs. The mother-in-law who called me a vicious woman in her previous life fell from the 23rd floor and hit her daughter in the same spot as her previous life.
