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Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

“Here's what makes sense to me and what will make sense to a judge. You used your keys to open the door to a room that purposely left empty. You snatched the girl, kept her in your workshop for a while before you took her into the room and killed her, with your wook working tools.” “Um, no offense, but how the hell does that make any sense? If I had the girl in my workshop, with no one knowing, why the hell would I move her from the private, secluded place and bring her into the motel, putting her right next door to customers, my livelyhood none the less, to murder her. Knowing people would hear the screams. How is that smart?” “Well-”

"Can you believe it? They just walked right in." My heart nearly stops. Oh ... my ... God. Gregory lifts a spoonful of soup to his mouth, but I lunge forward and knock it out of his hand. “Don’t eat it.” “What?” He stares at me. “She probably tried to drug us.” I stand. "We have to go," I hiss. "Huh?" Gregory looks perplexed. "But we—" "She's working with the Silver Hunters," I whisper. "She's in the kitchen right now talking to them."

Kai sat down, leaning forward; he wanted every detail and wouldn’t leave a stone unturned. “She took the book. I sensed it because I was guarding the place. I arrived, but she had already gone. Luckily I could trace the scent of the book. I found her, and I killed her. It didn’t take long — she was skilled, but not enough. I took the book back... or so I thought. It wasn’t the book. It turned out to be a copy. She must have exchanged it before I found her.” Logan let out a long, heavy sigh.

“Everything is his fault! He didn’t even know the most basic surgical steps during the operation. That’s what killed the patient! I was just… He deceived me!” Anthony immediately exploded. “You’re lying! You were the one who forced me onto that operating table! You knew I didn’t have medical qualifications, yet you still made me impersonate a doctor in surgery! The patient died, but you're the real lead surgeon, so you're the real murderer!” “If you hadn’t clung to me, would I even have let you into that operating room?” Laura shouted back. Anthony refused to back down. “You think you’re so innocent? Without you, I still had connections. I could’ve gotten into the hospital anyway! You were t

While still talking to Alex, Damian continued to search for other books that might contain records of events similar to the current incident. "If I'm not mistaken, everything that happened in the past is written in the book in front of you, Alex. I can't say if what you're looking for is in that book or not, but as far as I can remember all the cases of vampire murders are in that book." Damian said as he continued to look through the other books. "Is that the only book? My memory is getting harder and harder to work with! Maybe it's time for an old vampire like me to lock myself away in a remote castle on top of a mountain." He exclaimed then sat down next to Alex.

“No way you’re just some girl with a sad story. Where’s the one who melted steel in my hand? Where’s that creature?” My lips parted, but no words came. “I know she’s in there.” His breath brushed my ear, low and lethal. “So either you start talking, or I test how deep I can cut before you stop breathing.” The knife shifted, steel cold, the edge biting against my skin. “What exactly do you want to know?” He didn't reply. I tsked. I tried to push against him once more but that was useless. I let out a shaky breath. “The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.”

she whispers, gritting her teeth at me. "Take the damn book first. You can never reach it even if you jump with all your strength" She murmurs, gazing at me and taking the book and I bring her down. "What's this about?" I ask, leaning against the shelf and staring at her when she opens the book, putting her nose into it. "Serial killing," she groans as I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "I see. You aren't picking your favourite one. Romance" "It sucks," she scoffs.

It's a tiny bookshop, built into what looks like an old alley. A light glows in the front windows, and the area inside is empty. I don't know why, but I feel intensely drawn to it. "Come on." I cross the street without waiting for him. "Come on, where?" Alec jogs to catch up. A swinging sign above the door says "Alley-Bat Books," and the door handle is worn wood. Yanking it open, I embrace the heat that billows out and step into the bookstore. The walls are lined with bookshelves, and the musty smell of paper and ink fills my nose. A chair and small desk sit in one corner, and a few lamps cast a warm glow.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.