A day before the winter holiday, the prettiest girl in class, Mandy Smith, died. She was found dead in the dorm’s toilet. There were eighteen stab wounds on her, and her blood covered the entire floor. The dorm manager found her dead body, and she immediately called the police. When the other two roommates, Anna Anderson, Fiona Lee, and I, arrived at the dorm, the police and counselor had already arrived. There were students watching outside of the caution tape. Everyone was talking about it. “Have you heard? There are eighteen stab wounds!” “The murderer must have hated her!”“Aren’t there four of them in the dorm? Where are the other three roommates?”“There they are. The counsellor called them over. It’s them…” Numerous gazes scrutinized the three of us, as if they were trying to find some clues. None of us spoke; we simply watched as the police entered and exited the crime scene. The counselor that was talking to the police saw the three of us and waved us to come over.
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