"Because she has a list hidden on her, which is the transaction records of the top of the organization. If that list leaks out, it will be a devastating shock for the country. "Some things can only begin and end silently in the dark," Mike said. If you touch sunlight, it will explode like an atomic bomb. ”

I nodded, and accepted his claim: "So you can't investigate Ellie with much fanfare, because you—maybe someone else, are afraid that the list will be in the public eye." I unconsciously tapped my fingertips against the wall of the cup, "Since I was the last person Ellie came into contact with before she disappeared, you think I might know that list and that the drug trafficking organization will target me because of it." ”

I sighed in my heart that Ellie's commotion was really not small, and at the same time wondered what she was trying to do with that useless list? I wondered, but I wouldn't let anyone else know about it, because I wasn't even sure if what Mike said was true, and I hadn't found anything from Ellie that resembled a list. Maybe all this he told me was just a story he made up to get my word out of it.

My summary was met with a silent response from Mike, who looked at me as if he had acquiesced, and then I said to him, "But what you didn't expect was that I told you like a story that there was a pervert outside of the drug trafficking organization staring at me, but you quickly reacted and followed my words to Mr. Kun, and you wanted me to get out of here because I was afraid." "I looked at his face to see if I had hit the nail on the head, but I found that he had a very good grasp of his emotions and mental thoughts.

"You're half right." Mike said, "I want you to get out of here and go to me." ”

"If you're not an agent in the police station arranged by a drug trafficking organization, you're setting yourself on fire." I asked, "Why?" What's in it for you? ”

"Because you're the key clue that the police department is paying special attention to right now." Mike said to me, "As long as Elena doesn't show up for a moment, our attention on you won't diminish for a moment." He looked at my expression, but didn't answer my second question, and said, "Now that she's been gone for a week, we think she's either escaped or—dead." And you, as the last person to come into contact with her, deserve that attention. ”

I raised my eyebrows, but instead of asking, I said, "It sounds like an honor to you." "The fingertips of my left hand touched the fingertips of my right hand and pressed them against each other hard, trying to dissipate the surging emotions in my heart. I said to him, "I will seriously consider your opinion." ”

Michael patted his thigh and stood up, he pouted, but there was no regret on his face, perhaps my answer was already in his expectation: "It seems that I am going to return this time in vain?" ”

"Maybe I'll be on my toes because of your reminder and survive in a pinch." I didn't let go of Mike. I motioned for him to take the electronic signal jammer and wine he had brought, but he insisted on keeping them with me.

"I wish I was overthinking, but my phone would always be on." Mike was escorted to the door by me, and finally told me that he looked at me with a look of concern in his eyes, and it didn't look like a fake. "If you need to, call my phone and I'll come immediately when it rings, and I'll bring someone from the police station with me when it rings twice."

"Thank you." I said to him one last and closed the door, shutting his face behind it.

I was finally the only one left in the room, and I immediately rushed into the bedroom, thoroughly examined every corner of the room, and finally found two pinhole cameras. One in the corner of the ceiling above the head of the bed, and the other in the gap between the door and door frame, were so discreet and inconspicuous that I wouldn't have noticed them until I had moved out had Mike not pointed them out.

Mike wasn't lying, there were cameras in my house, and there were people watching me in the shadows. Is it her, or are they? Is the murderer who killed my lover really Mr. Kun?

I don't know if I've found and removed all the cameras in the room, but the signal jammer has to be turned off, otherwise I'm always worried that I won't be able to send a distress signal if someone breaks into my house.

After turning off the signal jammer, I still felt that there was still a dark gaze watching me in the dark, and I knew that it might be an illusion caused by my own psychological suggestion, but this strange and terrifying feeling still made me feel very awkward. I had to rely on alcohol to numb myself so that I could fall asleep.

I lay where Ellie had studied, covered with the quilt she had once covered, staring at the white ceiling. The knife, long enough to go through the chest and through the heart, was within easy reach of the pillow, and I was waiting for the guy who would come every night. Tyranny ran rampant in my heart, almost tearing my body from the inside out.

I felt like I was gradually becoming a beast in the darkness, I had lost my former kindness and cowardice, and I felt that my human side was getting farther and farther away. All that was left in my heart was endless resentment, which burned my soul and reason incessantly, tormenting me deeply.

But the killer didn't come tonight. She must have known that the police had come, which alerted her. Without the camera's surveillance, she couldn't figure out what was going on in the room, and I was sadly able to have a peaceful night.

When the dawn pierced the sky, the first rays of the morning sun pierced through my window, my bloodshot, dry and sore eyes were still open, and my nerves were like tight strings. As everything around me went from dark to gray to clear bright, I finally realized that a new day had arrived.

Today is the twenty-fifth day since I lost Ellie, and her body in the refrigerator has been almost eaten, with only an arm and the ball of her foot remaining. I boiled Ellie's bones and ground them into powder, and put them in lime to make a full-body sculpture of her and placed them at the head of the bed.

I went out once to buy lime and I felt like I was being followed on the road, and I didn't know who was following me, whether it was a drug trafficking organization, it could be the police, it could be Ellie's killer, none of that matter to me. I'm suspicious of Mr. Kun now, but I can't find any evidence.

Since that day, the rose has not appeared in front of my door again, nothing, and the murderer has not appeared since the beginning of the world, as if he had suddenly disappeared from the world. I still have insomnia every day and every night, and I didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, which has caused some abnormal pain in the nerves in my head recently.

After eating the last bit of nostalgia that Ellie left me, I washed the dishes and went out with the trash, intending to go to the doctor after throwing the trash.

I didn't go to a big hospital, but chose a private clinic close to my home, and I took a look at the medical equipment and environment here. My attending physician was Ms. Serena, and I sensed that she was a bit like Ellie, and I didn't mean something outwardly, but an inexplicable inside, so much so that I instantly became very fond of her.

I think maybe Ellie was comforting me and guiding me. So I complied with her wishes and gradually became acquainted with Serena. Until one time she invited me to a party hosted by her friend, saying that her friend liked my work so much that it would have been more fun if I had been there.

I have no reason to refuse this invitation from Serena. It gave me some relief and solace in my vigilance and panic.