I realized that I might not be dealing with a young, impulsive, bloody young man who was about to fight, but a murderer who had lost his mind, and I realized that Serena had probably been killed, and that the shadow of death had hung over her like night.

I felt irrepressible anger at the realization that Ellie's death had given me enough of the pain of powerlessness, and Serena's situation at the moment had poured a large barrel of gasoline on the fire in my heart. In an instant, I had completely forgotten what a dangerous criminal I was about to face, and I was furious and determined to rush over and tear the boy to pieces.

But he didn't give me that chance.

He seemed to have read the thoughts in my head, and the sound of rustling that had been lingering around me suddenly fell silent. I listened quietly for a while, but heard no more noise, only the vague sound of the wind and the faint noise of animals, and then I realized that I had lost track of him.

I chased him to the last place where he made a sound, and there were obstacles everywhere, the outline of everything around me blurred in the shadows. Suddenly, I smelled an unusual smell in the air, a strange and unbearable smell of fish, stronger than the smell of hay and fodder in the air, and the smell of animal feces and body odor combined.

Desperate to see what was going on, I hurriedly pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight.

However, when the white light came on, the sight in front of me almost made my hair stand on end, and I involuntarily staggered back a few steps. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like my brain was congested and deprived of oxygen.

Blood was splattered everywhere, and Serena was dead, her abdomen and entrails poked into a puddle of mud, and the viscous blood seeped through the surrounding soil, staining the ground a richer black than the night. She was lying on the ground, her body still looking soft, but there was a decaying death breath lingering, her body was sprinkled with broken rose petals, and the whole scene was extremely messy and disgusting, without the slightest beauty.

The murderer had set this up in a bit of a hurry, he had wanted to strip Serena of her shirt beforehand, but he didn't succeed because he was interrupted by something else, so he had to give up halfway. The torn fabrics hung scattered on Serena's body, her wide-eyed dead appearance and the familiar rose petals piercing my eyes deeply.

Next to Serena's corpse was the corpse of a dog, a dutiful shepherd dog raised on the farm. The dog's corpse was stabbed in half with a slender wooden pole and strung on another corpse. The corpse was curled up and loomed by the dog's corpse, unable to see the outline, but it was clearly lifeless.

I noticed the trailing blood under the body, and I looked down at the blood-stained soil under my feet and the sludge on my shoes, and cursed in disgust.

I crouched down, resisting the urge to my stomach, and used my hand to push away the dog's corpse to see who the dead man was. However, at this moment, I suddenly felt a faint breeze blowing through the back of my neck, between illusion and reality, different from the touch of natural wind, as if someone was holding his breath behind me, and his deliberately concealed snort was inadvertently sprayed on my skin.

I didn't hear anything, but I was sure he was hiding behind me, watching my every move with a vicious murderous intent and a smug smile, and I had no doubt that I would be able to meet those terrible eyes as soon as I turned around.

I didn't even have time to think about the consequences, I unexpectedly turned my head and pointed the light of the phone behind me, and quickly touched the paper cutter in my trouser pocket with my right hand, as early as when I realized the existence of the other party, I was ready to fight to the death, I can only fight, there is no way back, the more I retreat, the more afraid I will be.

By the flickering light, I could see the man behind me, but I couldn't see his face in the lightning, he raised his hand and knocked the phone in my hand to the ground, and as soon as he grasped the wrist of the hand I stabbed at him with the knife, his force was so great that I felt his hand on my wrist as strong as an eagle's claw, as if it was grasping at the bones under my flesh, so that I could not move in confinement.

He pushed me backwards, and I lost my balance and was pushed to the ground, my phone spinning in the air for a few weeks before falling next to Serena's body. The white light shone on Serena's bloodless face, and her gaze stared blankly in the ghostly light.

The man didn't attack again after the blow was successful, and by the time I got up from the ground, he had already turned and ran into the pile.

I was about to chase after me, but I was hit in the face by several blinding lights that suddenly appeared, leaving my eyes white, and I had to cover my eyes with my hands, and then I heard the screams and exclamations of the crowd in my ears.

I knew in my heart that the real murderer must have escaped without a trace, but there was nothing I could do about it, because the surging crowd had surrounded me, and they were all vigilant to prevent me from escaping and quickly called the police.

This group of damn fools appeared at this time, just like in every hero movie there are always idiots who do bad things to get in the way of the protagonist. I looked at the panicked and terrified faces of each of them, and had no doubt that they would next send me to the police station and force me to be subjected to some inexplicable interrogation.

The fact that the murderer is at large and that I am subjected to severe interrogation is undoubtedly infuriating.

I was locked up in the interrogation room, scratching my ears and cheeks with anxiety, fidgeting. I tried to remember the man's face and form over and over again in my mind, but I didn't dare to confirm that my memory was accurate because the time was too short.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration and powerlessness, this was the first time I had come into contact with that damned murderer head-on, and it was my best chance to bring him to justice, but I missed him alive.

I sat in a chair with my elbows propped up on the table, my head in my palms, my fingers digging deep into the thick roots of my hair, tugging at my scalp and trying to distract myself from the pain within.

That's when Mike pushed the door open. I glanced up at the door.

He also looked like an eggplant wilted by the frost, and I can fully imagine the scene before this, when he had just been torn out of the warm bed by a series of deadly telephone ringtones, sleepy-eyed and refreshed, and hurried with his eyes closed and a random crumpled dress on his body.

I looked around and made sure that Mike was indeed the police officer in charge of interrogating me and not just sitting around. He sat down in front of me, assumed the posture of interrogating me in a serious manner, and routinely told me about the law. His voice was sleepy, still lazy and hoarse, but his words were remarkably smooth and clear.

Can't he see that this was a wrongful arrest and that the real killer was celebrating his success outside the police station? I blushed with anger, my forehead was bruised, and I sat down on the cold and hard chair angrily and mocked him: "Officer Mike needs to handle so many cases at the same time, the efficiency of the police is really amazing, I think this has something to do with the reason why you arrested me here, I don't know if the police department is short of manpower, or lack of brains?" ”

"Actually, if you have to queue up to deal with these cases one by one, you're afraid you'll have to stay in the detention center until next year." Mike yawned, and he stretched, trying to get himself serious in his half-asleep state. He responded lightly to my provocation: "You can't blame the police for being too inefficient, but you have to blame some people for being too efficient." ”

He propped his arms on the table, staring at me seriously with clear and sharp eyes, and he said to me: "Now that the two difficult cases I have at hand are related to you, should I say that you are always innocent and implicated by bad luck, or are you too cunning to find evidence?" Why are you here this time? ”

As he spoke, he pulled a notebook and a pen out of his jacket and spread them out on the table, biting the cap open to record what I said.

"I'm here for the same reason you're here." I don't think I should be sitting here and being interrogated like a prisoner while the real prisoner gets away with it. I know Mike isn't hostile to me, but I still can't stand being questioned for being associated with perverts. I knew that the more I didn't cooperate with the police at the moment, the less likely I would be to get out of here, and my sanity kept reminding me that it was best to stay calm.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my temper, and then said to him, "If you were forced to interrogate me, you should know that I was here because I was forced to do so. ”

"Do you mean that by necessity?" Mike tapped his finger at one of the murder photos on the table, and said to me meaningfully, "Rose, plus the body of a beautiful young woman?" I heard that you were the only one at the scene at the time of the crime. ”

"Yes. A gift from a man. I replied calmly without the slightest shy away. I told you, you know, that he's always been passionate about giving me lifeless works of art from people I love. ”

"I haven't heard of this last sentence, the person you described is really perverted." Mike raised his eyebrows and wrote a few words on the paper, I couldn't see what he wrote, but I was sure it wasn't words of sympathy and comfort. I think he was very skeptical of what I was saying now, and he must have thought that my words were just a diversion from the police or something completely fanciful, but he didn't try to debunk me, he just asked me, "And what about the body of a dog and the body of another man, which is also a gift for you?" ”

"No, he handled the bodies of dogs and men very casually, they should have been an accident to him." I tried to explain to Mike. "He was supposed to be me, and he came for me. He wanted to warn me with Serena's corpse, but had to deal with one more person and a dog. ”

"Can you tell us about the specifics of the time, such as Serena and the other victim, Ellis, how do you think the killer called them to the farm without knowing it?" Mike raised an eyebrow and glanced at me, his eyes still full of doubt, he thought his words were full of interrogative wisdom, but I could still hear that the direction of his thoughts and guesses was 108,000 miles away from the truth.

I sighed helplessly, then adjusted my seat and seriously analyzed it with Mike, trying to make him understand that I was indeed a clean victim.