I began to turn day and night upside down, and my eyes were red and my circles were black, just to catch the damned murderer who killed my lover and still persevered in sending me roses.

Her behavior seems to have become more and more presumptuous with Ellie's death, and she began to prefer to bring roses to my pillow instead of simply putting them in front of my door.

It brought me a lot of fear and anger, and my mental state was getting worse and worse, but I was never able to find the murderer, and I didn't even see her face, and I didn't have any clues.

Mr. Kun was shocked by my deteriorating appearance, and he thought that I was overly sad after a broken love, so he drank some good wine with me every day before going to bed. I took a few symbolic sips, and the rest was poured into the sink and flushed down the drain.

I began to become suspicious, even full of suspicion about this warm and kind Mr. Kun. Doesn't he have other friends, and why is he always pestering me? But he looked at me with a clean and clear look full of concern, not like the look of a perverted admirer, which made me hesitate.

My nerves were so tense that Mr. Kun told me that he felt that I should rest well and take care of my body more. He stopped by to clean all the trash cans before he left, and suddenly he stopped - he saw the roses in the trash can. I know he's full of doubts about this, and normal people are full of doubts.

But he quickly reacted again, fastened the garbage bag and carried it out. As he closed the door, he suddenly said to me, "Maybe you can try to accept a new relationship, I think it will help you now." ”

I didn't explain anything to him, the incident itself was an extremely strange and inexplicable thing. I just said to Mr. Kun, "Maybe, I think I need some time." ”

Mr. Kun left, and I lay on the couch, staring at the groggy ceiling. I've had a lot of traps in the house, but they didn't work as well as they should. I think he was a very cautious and meticulous prisoner.

She became more and more attached to me, her behavior became more and more daring, and I even began to worry about whether I would be able to wake up tomorrow morning and where I would be when I woke up. It was as if I was living on the edge of a steep cliff with an abyss on one side. What she was going to do, what she would do, I didn't know.

Relaxed limbs and catalyzed by alcohol, I began to feel exhausted even as my brain was thinking, and gradually drifted into a blurry sleep with the sound of my breathing.

I don't know how long it took, but I was suddenly awakened by some small sound, such as the turning of the door panel and the slight grinding of clothes. I opened my eyes and saw that my door had been opened through a gap, through which I could see a vague figure standing in the doorway.

My nerves tensed immediately, and I jumped up from the couch like a spring and flew towards the man in the doorway. Instead of being knocked down by me, the visitor grabbed me by the wayside, and my arm was pressed behind me and I couldn't move.

At this moment, I saw the face of the person in the hallway, Officer Mike. He also saw me clearly at this moment, so he quickly let me go and apologized. He claimed that he had just wanted to visit me after work, but when he knocked on the door, he found that the door was hidden and not closed.

I didn't let my guard down on Officer Mike, I stepped back behind the door and grabbed the decorative porcelain vase resting on the shoe cabinet, and stared at him vigilantly: "What are you trying to do at my door?" ”

Officer Mike gave me an embarrassed look as he scratched his head and said to me, "Actually...... I wanted to come and talk to you for a while, but when I knocked on the door, the door opened on its own, and then you rushed out, and I didn't see what I thought was a thief running away from your house......" He showed me the wine he had in his hand to show him the purpose of his visit.

I don't know whether to trust him or not. Why isn't my door closed? Didn't Kun deliberately pull it on when he left? Mike is a cop, he probably wouldn't tell such a lie, and there was no reason to sneak into my house at this time.

Did she come? Is she still in my room? I didn't dare let Mike in, but at the same time I was afraid to let him go.

Fear and defensiveness made me hesitate for a moment, and in this difficult situation, I looked at Mike's righteous face and finally chose to believe in his identity as a police officer. Anyway, I mean, if he's really a wolf in dog's clothing, then we have plenty of room to put the blame on the police department, right?

Paralyzed by this excuse that was not a reason, I slowly put the vase back in my hand, pulled the door open, put Mike standing outside the door into the house, and found two empty cups from the kitchen.

"You came to me on purpose, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, placing the cup on the table in front of the couch and gazing into Mike's face. I thought he had found something to test me, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he had said he suspected me of being a serial murderer or that it was love at first sight, but what I didn't expect at all was that his next words were far more shocking than that.

Mike poured red wine into the glass, and he said to me with a serious expression, "You may be being watched right now." ”

I blinked, expressing my incomprehension of his words, but my heart was full of doubt. How did he know about this? What else does he know?

Mike pulled out a small black box from his pocket in front of me and put it on the table, and said to me, "This is an electronic signal jammer, I brought it with me." ”

"When I checked your house before, I found that someone had a surveillance camera installed in your house." He lowered his voice and continued, "I suspect you may be targeted by drug trafficking organizations because of Elena's affairs, and you are in a very dangerous situation right now - if you want, maybe I can provide you with protection." ”

I knew that the person who was spying on me wasn't the drug trafficking organization that Mike was talking about, but the fact that there were cameras in the house gave me a lot of fear in my heart. Only Kun has ever entered my house, and if there is really a camera, he has something to do with it as a landlord. Or is Mr. Kun the hidden crush, the perverted murderer?

I carefully reviewed all the scenes in which Mr. Kun dealt with me, but I did not find anything unusual. If it was really Mr. Kun, he would have disguised himself too well.

Or maybe there are no cameras at all, it's just Mike acting and lying, but what does he get out of doing this? Dividing me from Kun, making me scared, nervous, and suspicious, and then acting as a savior, so that I can trust and rely on him from a certain point of view, and then I can get those non-existent things about drugs out of my mouth? This kind of thinking also strikes me as fantastical.

"So where's the camera in my room?" I asked Mike Dow. I felt like my head was still a little swollen from sleep, as if someone had stirred my brain into a mess with an iron rod, making it difficult for me to clear my mind. I rubbed my forehead with my hand.

"It's all over the place. The edge of the washbasin mirror, the corner of the ceiling above the bed, and the kitchen door frame...... It's like you're living right now. Mike stared at me with a serious expression, and he told me the heavy conclusion slowly, but at the same time he was puzzled: "What exactly do they want from you?" Don, what the hell do you know? ”

As I listened to Mike's words, I suddenly remembered the roses that appeared next to my pillow every morning, and I felt as if there were countless lines of sight around me piercing my whole body like needles, piercing into the flesh and flesh painfully and itchy. I involuntarily looked around and tried to find the camera hidden in the corner of the room, but found nothing.

"I know you have nothing to do with them, but now that they're eyeing you, I want you to seriously remember what happened to you in particular, and that could be the key to your survival." Mike watched my movements and said to me. "If you cooperate with the police, the police will protect you."

"Okay." I pursed my lips, crossed my fingers on my knees, sighed, and said to Mike, "Actually, I don't think I'm being targeted by a drug trafficking organization, but by a psychopath." ”

Mike's expression was frozen for a moment, he stared at me for ten seconds without blinking, and I thought he must have put me in the circle of stubbornness. He tried to find my flaws in my face, but he failed.

"Psychopathic." He muttered the word I said, and then said to me, "This is a new clue that I don't know, you didn't tell us about this before, maybe we can talk about this pervert you called to spy on you like a guinea pig." Do you know that there has always been such a person? ”

I nodded and said to him, "Actually, since three months ago, someone has placed a rose in front of my house every day. I only thought it was a little trick at first, after all, I wasn't that kind of lady or hot girl, but then I found out that the guy was serious. ”

Mike's face was a little strange when he heard this, he frowned, and then slowly reached behind his back: "The roses you said...... Is this the case? He slowly pulled out a haggard rose from behind him.