All Chapters of Blood of Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I slumped into the chair with despair, looking despondently at Jason, who was sieving through the statements."No…" I tried to explain hoarsely, the final vestiges of hope dashed.I wished so hard for the police to uncover Yvie's mask and clear my name of suspicion. At the very least, I would be able to die in peace.But now, it seemed like the truth was never going to be found out.My corpse would never be found either."Officer, she's a liar. She was lying to you," I mumbled hoarsely.Why wouldn't you trust me?Why wouldn't anyone trust me?Why did everyone trust what Yvie said?"Jason, we've spoken to many people who know Beatrice, and none of them had anything good to say about her. Seems like she was quite a nasty character." One of the policemen entered the interrogation room, clearly siding with Yvie. "Yvie White sounds quite kind, though."She didn't call the police or pursue the matter despite almost being killed from getting pushed down the stairs, just because she

"Could it be that we've been thinking about this wrongly all this while? That the serial killer isn't a man, but a woman instead, and it's actually Beatrice Cox?" The policewoman voiced her suspicions to Jason.Jason remained silent.I tried to explain myself, but it was useless.They couldn't hear my cries, and I also couldn't explain why the serial killer left my belongings on his many victims after killing me.First, it was my bracelet. Now, it was my ear stud.What exactly did that madman want?…I followed Jason to the Camborg River, which was desolate and very far from the abandoned orphanage.The serial killer had very clearly dumped the body somewhere after the murder, and the body flowed downstream with the river, eventually discovered by someone in this desolate area.I stood by the river and saw the corpse that was covered by a white sheet. The sight made me cover my eyes in fear.Look, I was already dead and had become a cowardly ghost, of all things."The ear st

Jason frowned as he released Star.Star turned around and ran, signaling for Lynn and Jason to follow him.I tried to hold Lynn back in my panic. "Lynn, don't trust him. He's the murderer—don't follow him! Don't!"But Lynn would never give up on such an opportunity. She was obsessed with finding me."Stand right there!" Lynn chased after Star, yelling at him to stop.I ran out and yelled at Jason, "Follow them! Protect her well, I beg you."Jason snapped back to attention and ran out, the two of them chasing after Star.Star wasn't running very quickly despite looking like he was mustering all the strength he had. Blood trickled down his long calf, making for a gruesome sight.His pants were short, tattered, and torn, making me wonder where he had picked them up from.At this point, I was rather curious. If he really was a member of the Lachmann family, and if they really treated him well as a son of the family, how could they leave him wandering about outside without a roof o

The cup in Lynn's hands crashed onto the floor as she jumped up, her lips pale. "What… who did you say the nails belonged to…?"After throwing the question out in the air, she seemed to lose control of herself as she flung the jacket on her aside and dashed out. She feared that I was dead or worse, in great torment.I cried out loud, stretching my arms out to stop her. She was really the only person I had left in this world."Don't go, Lynn. Don't go…"Jason reacted swiftly and grabbed Lynn's wrist. "Calm down. Perhaps this is just a diversion tactic by the murderer. Perhaps she's still alive. Don't be rash."Lynn's knees crashed onto the ground, tugging Jason's leg as she cried out loud, "Please, I'm begging you. Please hurry up and find Bea… please…"I can help you lure the murderer out, I'm begging you…"Lynn started wailing for the police to quickly find me. She didn't dare imagine the kind of pain I had to suffer if things were to drag on.I wrapped my arms around my head

Instead of going home, Martin went to the alley on Wisteria Lane and the alley along the old street. Not knowing what he wanted to do, I simply walked aimlessly behind him.I probably just really wanted to see the look on his face when he found out the truth.Would it be regret, relief, or defensiveness for Yvie's sake?"Martin Fitzgerald, do you have any feelings for me, even if just a little? What was on your mind each time you bullied me? Were you disgusted while making endless demands of me?" I threw many questions his way as I stood behind him.I knew he couldn't hear me, but I stubbornly wanted a conclusion or an answer."Martin, we really can't find Beatrice anywhere. We confirmed with the police that we did make Beatrice come here on the 13th and the 14th, and we told them the whole truth. But the police said that the surveillance footage shows that Beatrice was at the alley on the old street on the 15th. I saw the footage myself—Beatrice really was there, and she was al