I still remember, when I was trapped in that suffocating coffin, I recorded a message exposing the nefarious deeds of my ex-husband and my best friend, colluding for money and murder.
At first, I intended to release this recording to the media in our homeland, hoping to expose my ex-husband, hiding there, and ensure he faced the justice he deserved.
But as Xu Ze had said, "Time is too tight, and there is so much to be done. I simply cannot find the time."
As a result, he never managed to send the recording to the media.
The time then rewinds to the day I was unearthed from the coffin.
Xu Ze was driving, speeding down the rugged mountain roads with me in tow, racing against time to reach the nearest hospital.
Outside the car window, fresh air rushed into the car, but my brain, starved of oxygen for so long, suddenly became congested, and a dizzying wave overwhelmed me, leaving me on the brink of unconsciousness.
"It's alright, it's alright now," Xu Ze said as he pressed the accelerator harder, trying to comfort me. "The hospital is just ahead."
At that moment, his phone rang. He glanced quickly at the screen before answering the call.
After listening for a while, he spoke into the phone, "Yes, she's in my car..."
Then he asked, "Where's the embassy? No, I need to take her to the hospital first..." I guessed it was the embassy calling.
"Yes, I know who buried her..."
"All the details? Oh, it's a bit complicated. Let me sort it out... Oh, wait! I have a recording here. I'll send it to you, and once you hear it, you'll understand!"
At that instant, though my head was still spinning, I suddenly realized a crucial fact.
It seemed the embassy still had no idea that the masterminds behind all of this were my ex-husband and best friend.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—a perfect chance to make my ex-husband pay for his blood debt!
Lying half-reclined in the backseat, my heart raced in urgency, desperate to stop Xu Ze and make him wait.
But my throat was dry, and no matter how hard I tried, I could hardly produce any sound.
Finally, summoning all my strength, I struggled to undo my seatbelt, and my body, beyond my control, fell heavily from the backseat.
Xu Ze, startled by the noise, looked at me in the rearview mirror.
His gaze met mine, and he noticed that I was shaking my head gently.
He quickly realized what was happening, hanging up the phone in haste and pulling the car over to the side of the road.
I gasped for breath, struggling to recover for what seemed like an eternity.
"Tell the embassy... that I am dead..." I finally managed to speak in a weak voice.
He froze, his face a picture of shock.
"Also... that recording..." I gasped between breaths, speaking in broken sentences, "Don't send it to anyone."
With those words, I could no longer hold on, and I lost consciousness completely.