All Chapters of Blood of Regret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It was Star, the madman from the orphanage who confessed that he was the serial killer!What was he doing here?!As he looked up at me, he did a double take and stared blankly at me for a long while.Finally remembering that I was naked, I grabbed a towel someone left on the floor and wrapped it around myself, while scrambling to find my phone and call the cops.Still, I was trembling from fear and fumbled around for a long time but didn't find a phone.This must be a nightmare.It certainly felt like a nightmare, and I was too powerless to escape.Dropping on my knees, I looked in the mirror again.That was when I noticed that the woman's face resembled mine… by around seventy percent!"Argh!" I touched my face again, horrified.No! I was dead—who was this woman in the mirror?!My breaths were short and rushed, even as I finally understood that I had reincarnated as a woman I didn't know!"So…" I began tentatively after a long silence.Star abruptly snapped viciously, "Yo

"You… Eat…"Star's hands were wounded, and clearly on purpose.He couldn't use his spoon, so he had to hold up his plate with both palms.Still, he soon put it down and once again hid in a corner, staying silent once more.As I was supposed to play nice as much as I could, I held out a hand to him. "Let me see your hand."He was very wary, but he extended his hand after a long hesitation.I seized the moment to study his entire arm and saw that the birthmark of my murderer wasn't on his arm.So, he wasn't my killer.However, he had to be involved, at least as an accomplice! The serial killings, my parents' death, and the memories I had lost in that accident—there were just too many truths that remained elusive but were calling for me to unravel them.So what was the actual truth?I looked up at Star as I held his hand and decided on the charming approach."Does it hurt?" I asked.He remained silent, his beautiful eyes at once pure yet blazing."Who did this to you?" I as

I was left gaping at Star, and it took a long while for reality to register.I snatched the paper out of his hand and gasped.I thought it was going to be some gibberish, but it was the right solution."You've learned this before…?" I asked in shock and disbelief.Wasn't he supposed to be a nutcase?Star nodded. "Easy."I almost snapped at that one-worded response.Impossible! I was always placed first in my grade, and everyone in university looked up to me. Sure, I was no prodigy, but I was at least an honor student.But Star was smarter than me?!Frustrated, I scoffed, "You've seen the solution before, huh?" I wrote down more complex equations, but he still solved each in no time at all, and with the right answers at that.On top of that, he wasn't completely focused, as I could see him peeking up at me from time to time.That meant he could clearly dance between the line that separated genius and insanity."Y-You've been to university?" I asked gingerly."Ranford…

I woke up with a start and found myself hyperventilating.Our room was usually dim, and it didn't help that the skies outside had darkened too.I was naturally startled that I had stayed asleep the entire afternoon—and that Star was sitting by my bed, just staring at me the whole time.It was certainly hard to stay undaunted, when I had suddenly woken up to see the person suspected of my own murder staring at me.Rubbing my eyes as I collected my disoriented thoughts, I groaned, "Don't stare at me all the time. It's creepy"Star lowered his gaze, but he soon looked up at me again. His eyes were particularly bright and captivating under the night light, especially when his gaze was glued to me, as if to see through me.I looked away as I felt my conscience gnawing at me for some reason, as if worried that Star would notice that I was not really Beatrix Lecter.That was when he pointed at the food on the table. "Dinner's here…"I certainly wasn't about to eat when everything must

Over the next thirteen days, I was still confined in Lachmann Manor. However, I spent every moment every day pondering about the serial killer's motives, methods, and every detail possibly involved.Meanwhile, I overheard the Lachmanns' servants talking about the cops closing the case on the serial killings after Star turned himself in. They couldn't keep him detained, however, as they bailed him out by citing his mental issues, just to keep him confined here.I knew now that Star didn't work alone—it was someone else who had murdered me, and Star was somehow connected to him.But despite being locked up with him for almost two weeks, I couldn't glean even a hint from him—he was just too good at playing dumb, constantly staring blankly at me and doing nothing else.I started to write down everything on sheets of paper, deducing the murderer's motives and anything that was marginally suspicious in my memory.I would catch the serial killer—or at least help Jason succeed.If he w