Chapter 2: CANNOT FORGET BUT DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER

"Violet, do you know what's in my eyes?" Louis asked.

"What is that?"

"That's you..."

Louis laughed, hugging his fiancée. He happily kissed her cherry-scented lips, that happy scene seemed to last forever until one day. A day that is neither good nor bad, the weather is pleasantly warm and makes one feel safe, that's when his fiancée leaves him in the most brutal way.

“Violet…Violet…” He cried out in despair, looking at the fire burning in front of him that his heart was already burning in it. Seeing the girl I love is sinking into the sea of ​​fire.

“Do you know what is important?” The image of Violet smiling, she wears a light pink shirt, and a pair of small red shoes. "When the fire turns off and the whole world is in the dark , I don't go looking for fire, I look for you."

"So you're the girl with the red shoes, leaving the small world to love only me, right?"

“I'm sorry…I'm sorry…Vio…I can't protect you…” Louis cried, he slammed his hands on the ground until he was bleeding, he didn't expect that in just one day, he had just lost companion and has just lost the girl he loves.

“Mr Edward…Mr Edward, are you okay?” The voice of a flight attendant had just sounded when she heard Louis' groans on the plane. Although she was sitting in business class, she was afraid of affecting other guests, so she forced to wake Louis up.

Startled, Louis woke up, his sweat profuse. It turned out to be just a dream, a horrible dream, a dream about a memory he never wanted to recall. The flight attendant saw that Louis's expression didn't look very good, so she asked if he was okay. Looking shyly at her, Louis smiled shyly, then he said it was okay to let her rest assured and fell into deep thought again, he remembered the dream just now, his dream about the girl that he thought he could forget, Violet Grace.

Finally, the flight from Germany to Paris, France has landed safely. It's five o'clock in the afternoon in France, everything is looking rather sweltering and hot, it's summer now, and the weather in Paris is also drier than usual. Making a phone call to an acquaintance in Paris, Louis stood outside the airport waiting.

"Is it a rematch?" The person on the other end of the line asked.

"Phoebe's in trouble, I can't find her." Louis said, his voice barely able to keep his composure.

"I know, I'll be right there. You're at the airport, aren't you?" The other person suddenly spoke seriously and on the other end of the line heard the car door close.

Louis looked at the flow of people at the airport, he couldn't concentrate on what to think. All he could do was analyze the video the kidnapper had sent him. Louis quickly sent back an underground email with the meeting address and time, but until now he has not received a reply from the kidnapper.

In the nearly thirty-second video that Louis had watched thousands of times over and over again, what he could tell was that the kidnapper was between thirty-five and thirty-seven years old; the height is about one meter seven to one meter seventy-five, not too high for the average person in Europe. The surrounding is arranged quite classically and on the wall outside hanging the painting of the painter Van Gogh, there is no longer hanging anything else. This is extremely strange because if a house with classical architecture like this doesn't hang pictures or corresponding pictures on the wall, it doesn't match the whole surrounding space. However, there is only one picture of Van Gogh on the wall, which can also confirm that the kidnapper intentionally removed the other clothes and only hung that one picture to indicate to Louis that he could see the person whom he really know.

Deep in thought, suddenly the horn of a car sounded, the windshield also began to be lowered, a young man in his forties, wearing a black leather shirt and a pair of real black glasses, very cool. As soon as he saw that person, Louis quickly climbed into the car, and the two began to talk to each other.

“Wait a long time?” The other asked.

"You're two minutes and fifty-nine seconds late, it's not that far from the police station!" Louis said, his eyes were still fixed on the phone.

“There's a traffic jam, Paris has a lot of tourists these days, and when I get your call, I'll rush over right away. What happened to Phoebe?" The other person explained and then quickly asked the main point.

Louis showed that person the video he received from the kidnapper, after watching those short thirty seconds, the other person suddenly slammed his hand on the steering wheel, expressing his anger.

"That's wild, does he even consider this French's laws anymore? Dare to kidnap and hold hostages right on the city of Paris. It's really unbelievable. Louis, can you guess who this is?”

Before he could finish asking the question, the phone of the young man wearing a black leather jacket suddenly rang, he quickly picked up the phone and said: "What's wrong?"

“Captain Flynn, there is a problem. The eastern police department has just sent out information that a naked male body has been discovered in the east about 300km from Paris. They asked us to send someone down there to solve the case.” The person on the other end of the line began to mumble.

“Damn it, there's a shortage of people… Why does the Eastern Department keep asking for our company, they don't have any elite people to deal with. Since last month, we have borrowed people from us five times. I'm busy, you keep telling that side we're dealing with an urgent matter. The kidnapping case, the suspect is a serial killer, is within the scope of our investigation.”

"Egbert, are you sure you're okay?" Louis asked when he saw that Egbert Flynn, the head of the French police department, had just turned off his phone.

“It's okay, solve your wife's case first, I know the difference between public and private. In this case, what is that person's name? Ah, the Haunt of the Night, I knew he'd come back for you. Vio…Sorry, I mean where should we go first?” Egbert suddenly remembered that he had made a mistake, so he quickly changed the subject.

“Go back to my house in Paris, I think we need to find out some more information about him…”

1

Perverse night in Paris, at a bar One Night, a couple is using methamphetamine. They seem to be unable to control their behavior, the temperature at night in Paris is also quite cold, but the couple continues to warmly remove from their top layers. I don't know if everyone around knows but on the sofa, there is a couple happily having sex to each other.

The girl kept pushing the boy forward, her mouth still trying to take something out of the boy's mouth, it seemed like drugs. The methamphetamine made them no longer aware of everything around them, they looked like they were enjoying themselves, an indescribable sense of euphoria pervaded. The boy she took in a heavy breath, his face began to get high from looking at the medicine.

“Darling…You are so beautiful…You are the prettiest like this way…” The boy was starting to lick from the girl's upper body, little by little, the girl's scent spread in the boy. Until the guy started licking the girl's sensitive parts, the girl started moaning with pleasure, her whole body suddenly trembled with satisfaction and pleasure.

The music continued to rumble in madness, everyone seemed to be high on drugs, they moved slowly like zombies and didn't care about anyone.

“A…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

There was a scream of terror, and then another. People around are starting to pay attention to the girl with a naked body sitting on the ground, her mouth constantly screaming. Perhaps what they noticed was not the person lying on the sofa, but the girl. The girl was not wearing any clothes, her mouth was still covered with a yellow stain, and her face was full of fear as she looked at her frozen boyfriend.

"He's dead..."

The voice sounded both low and high, it was difficult to tell if the person speaking was male or female. Everyone started to panic, everyone gradually realized the seriousness of the problem. It was a corpse, a person who had died from sex. The surrounding space began to be messy, everyone was afraid that they would be involved, so they quickly packed their things to leave here.

“You will be a murder suspect…” The person began to the panicked girl, “If the police knew that you and the dead boy were using drugs, the rest of your life would be spent for sure. In prison, you choose to go, one is to follow me, I help you solve this problem. Or second, you just sit here and wait for the police to come…”

"Take me away with ... please" the girl groaned, sobbing because of panic but forgot that she had not worn clothes, the girl's hand grabbed tightly on the other person's pants. "I don't want to sit in prison, I don't don't want want to go to jail.”

The other person smiled slightly, his face was somewhat pleased, he began to sit down, his hand began to touch the sensitive parts of the girl. The girl was too scared to think about anything else, she just let that hand groped over her naked body. He said, when looking down, the girl realized it was a man: "Very well, you made the right decision. Probably in about thirty minutes, the police will come, so take advantage of this time when people still haven't noticed you, so let's leave with me. Babe, I will give you a life like in heaven.”

Just now, he used his hand to press hard on the girl's chest, making her feel extremely happy. She had never experienced this feeling before, it was a heavenly feeling. His hand gently squeezed her private area making her so happy that she had to moan. He helped her up, and they both quietly left One Night.

2

Phoebe had just woken up, she had a terrible headache, it felt like someone was hitting with a big hammer. Phoebe was about to use her hand to rub her temples, but her hand couldn't reach her head, only then did Phoebe realize that she was locked in bed, her mouth was dry, but she couldn't open it. Phoebe groaned softly, she wanted to move her body but couldn't. In the large space where she was alone, the silence made her panic even more. She tried to make a few sounds to break the silence, but then she discovered that she was alone here.

Phoebe started to move harder, she knew this was her chance but her wrists and ankles hurt. Phoebe grimaced, but she continued to use this opportunity to escape. However, things were not so easy, the kidnapper had made handcuffs that fit the size of her arms and legs, so it became difficult to move, let alone escape. Phoebe was helpless, smiling, her eyes welling with tears.

“Louis, are you coming?” She thought to herself. She recalled the time she lived with him, the two of them had never slept together. He has great respect for her, but the respect between him and her has no such thing as love. If he didn't love, how could he come here for her. Everything inside her seemed empty, she smiled bitterly.

“If there is an afterlife, please don't let us meet again. Meeting each other and becoming a husband and wife in this life is the karma that we have to pay. Louis, thank you for giving me the time to be your wife…”