When Dean said this, his mood suddenly became very collapsed, and he grabbed his head with both hands uneasily, both Xia Feng and Tina could see that Dean was both sad and guilty about Richard's death.

Of course, it's more about fear.

Tina was originally still some distance from Xia Feng, but I don't know when, the two of them were already shoulder-to-shoulder.

Xia Feng could clearly smell the faint smell of perfume on Tina's body, as well as her slightly heavy breathing under the panic.

"So you've killed a police officer? So what happened next. ”

Xia Feng didn't give Dean too much time, and if he asked things clearly, he would have solved them earlier.

"Yes, Richard is dead, and I ran away screaming when I saw his head roll out of the room.

It took me a long way to come to my senses and call the police.

Then I went back here with the police.

My bedroom was full of Richard's blood, splattered all over the walls, and on my bed, there was a pile of shards from a coffee pot

Richard's corpse lay on the bed with its arms outstretched, as if trying to wrap itself around the pieces on the bed.

The police felt that I was the most suspicious of the crime, but they did not find any clues at the scene that would be meaningful for him to solve the case.

No murder weapon was found, and I didn't have any blood stains on my body.

Because the case was weird and alarmed the FBI, they sent special personnel to collect it, and without their promise, I was not allowed to leave Los Angeles.

I told them all about it, and although they didn't make fun of me as Richard did, I didn't read any trust in their eyes either.

Someone in my family died, and they died so strangely, that I suddenly lost the courage to continue living here.

I want to move to another place as quickly as possible.

That night, the police and the FBI repeatedly collected evidence at my house, so I drove to a hotel to rest.

In my heart, I wondered why the devil had to hold on to me, and whether it would deal with me like it did with Richard.

Anyway, my mind was very messy that night, and my heart was terrified.

I feel that the head on my neck does not belong to me at all, but to someone else.

There is a feeling that someone will take it away anytime and anywhere.

I thought that this night, I would lose sleep due to fear, but it was not, and I lay back on the bed for a long time before falling asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, but I heard some sounds coming in my ears.

"Bang Bang Bang" was like the sound of water, and it was like jelly bean marbles or something spilled on the ground.

I don't know if I'm dreaming, I can't open my eyes at the time, and I don't want to open them.

Until I heard a series of footsteps, slowly walking towards me from the position by the door.

The reason why I care so much about this sound is because it is the sound of footsteps that only men's shoes can make.

The heel is shorter, and it is completely different from the women's walking aisle in high heels.

I woke up from my half-slumber in an instant, but I couldn't move at all.

I desperately wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't.

And at this moment, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and stopped at the head of the bed.

"If you don't go back tomorrow, I'll pull your head off and put it in the toilet."

I remember very well that that's what that thing said at the time.

He warned me that I had to go home whether I wanted to or not.

Just when I wanted to beg for mercy and pray to God to let it let me go, I suddenly noticed that my eyelids, which had been stuck with glue, had become a little looser.

So I tried to open my eyes, trying to open them a little bit, trying to see what kind of thing was standing next to my bed.

But contrary to expectations, I only saw one pair of shoes.

The room was so dimly lit that it could be described as pitch black, so I wasn't sure if it was a pair of green shoes, black, or a pinched color.

In short, the only thing I can confirm is that the other person is wearing leather shoes on his feet. ，

When I tried to lift my head, I felt a chill on my face, and then an infinite chill instantly penetrated into my body through the pores of my face.

I was so stimulated that I shivered, and then my consciousness blurred again, and I didn't know anything about the rest.

When I woke up the next day, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, I went to the bathroom to wash, only to find that the ground was full of dark red bloodstains, although I didn't know whose bloodstains were, but thinking of last night's experience, thinking of the warning that thing gave me last night, I didn't dare to stay in the hotel anymore, so I had to go back home.

Fortunately, after a night of evidence collection, both the police and the FBI found all the clues that could be found, so it did not stop him from going back.

Although Chad's body has been removed by the police, there are still a lot of bloodstains in the bedroom that smell fishy.

I didn't clean up too much, just changed the sheets, wrapped the cracked coffee pot pieces on it, tried not to leave a single trace, and threw it in the trash can outside.

For the next few days, I could hear strange noises coming from all over the house every day.

Sometimes it came down from upstairs, sometimes it came from the basement downstairs, and sometimes it was even more terrifying to me, because even when I slept under the bed, I could hear what looked like someone was hiding underneath whispering.

And there is another thing that also makes me feel terrible, and that is that there are some blood stains on my sheets, quilts, and even washed dishes and forks.

The blood stains had a faint stench, and no matter how clean I brushed the night before, it would still be stained the next day.

The day before yesterday, I couldn't stand it anymore and thought about trying to get out of the house.

As soon as I stepped out of my front foot, I received another threatening text message.

I think it was the same thing that said that if I dared to leave, he would kill me immediately.

I really don't know what it's going to do, but I don't dare to disobey its orders.

But when I was here, I always felt like I could hear the footsteps of death approaching from time to time.

And last night, I was even more scared and fainted.

It was about 2 o'clock in the morning, and the sound of a kettle boiling suddenly came from the kitchen, and when I walked in with fear, I saw a pot full of boiling water, boiling under the flames.

Then I thought back to what that thing had said to me in the first place.

It said it would cut off the flesh from my body piece by piece and throw it into the pot and cook it, filling the whole room with the smell of my corpse!

The boiling water in that pot looked like it was prepared for me to kill me later. ”