บททั้งหมดของ Flirting With The Werewolf!: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

"If the perpetrator were a chronic mental disorder patient, the crime scene would not be so clean. It's not something that a mentally disordered patient with impaired self-awareness and orientation could do.""So I speculate that the perpetrator's psychological disorder may have just surfaced.""He may have one or more psychological disorders caused by stress. This type of psychological disorder is triggered by a major event. At the same time, people with this disorder often have a lack of appetite, leading to malnutrition. If the perpetrator lived with someone of the same bloodline or had a significant other, someone close to him could have helped him treat his psychological disorder, preventing the tragedy of murder.""However, the perpetrator is likely not married and lives alone.""Checking the criminal records in the past ten years, there is no similar case. Considering the particularly unique methods used in this crime, we tentatively conclude that the perpetrator committed his

The concept of harmony seemed to be back and forth, and Parker was laughing so hard he was out of breath. Compared to the interaction between the two individuals here, which was like swimming in a sea of hormones, the atmosphere over there felt stiff and almost like interrogating a criminal.The girl in the red dress tried to hold back her laughter, her gentle smile spreading through her eyes: "You know, they might as well just exchange their resumes." Parker chuckled: "Is this an HR interview or something? And even in an interview, one should be able to demonstrate their professional skills."She straightened her back, sitting up straight, and said: "Hello, I'm here to accept your invitation to be your wife. I have had eleven relationships, with ten years of experience in social relationships, and can handle complicated situations. In addition, my body is currently in its prime, capable of going up to seven times in one night."The girl in the red dress laughed out loud, and the butt

The scent of fresh and moist river breeze was still the same, without the desperate and putrid smell that had appeared during the day.Parker stepped up onto the slate steps, slowly approaching the water's edge.The water level in the river was lower today because the sky was clear, and the water receded about half an inch.Parker frowned and took slow steps on the protruding rocks on the mud surface to avoid slipping.She had spotted the white chalk marking ahead, which was the burial site of the old lady.The body had been removed, leaving only the pit, which looked even more horrific.Parker hesitated for a moment, then used her feet to test the depth and humidity of the mud in the pit.Then, as she had resolved, she spread her coat and slowly lay down.The perspective changed.The sky was low, and the dark clouds pressed down like lead.In the distance, Bridge 1 looked like a collapsed tombstone, pressing down on Parker.The high-voltage power lines intertwined like fishing nets.

Harmony also jumps into the hole, the water barely reaching her calves.Her dark blue dress is stained with muddy water.Parker struggles to sit in the water, slipping a few times before standing up.Harmony's face is ashen, as if it could wring out water.Parker instinctively recoiled and hung his head, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt as if he had made a mistake."Are you injured?" The smell of fresh blood lingered in the air, catching Harmony's attention.She furrowed her brows, her complexion worsening."It's okay, it's okay. Just a small cut from a rock." Parker tried to reassure her: "Don't worry about it."Harmony paid no attention to the dirt and grime that had just been dug up from Parker's body. She carefully examined his hand, which had a gash running from the muscle group on one side to the muscle group on the other side, about six centimeters long, with fresh red blood continuously seeping out."No, you need to go to the hospital to get it stitched up." Harmony's face ti

A gust of wind blew, and a few dry leaves fell from the eucalyptus tree, making a soft rustling sound, adding a touch of desolation to the already empty street: "Do you like that girl very much?" After a long while, Harmony finally asked.Parker was taken aback, avoiding her gaze. She stood there in a white shirt and simple jeans, with a neat and clean appearance, like a layer of fresh snow falling on a blue brick background, soft and pure white."I suppose not." She hesitated for a moment before answering: "You know that girl is distant, cold, and pure like a fairy. It's hard to understand someone like me."Parker looked at Harmony's cold and indifferent eyes, and smiled broadly: "But, Harmony, life is short, and if someone has feelings for you, why not enjoy it?""You see, I live in this world not to seek fame and fortune, to become outstanding, nor to find a perfect spouse with lots of children and enjoy happiness. I don't even care about living to be a hundred years old with great