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At that moment, it seemed like something was about to well up in my eyes and was ready to spill over. Meanwhile, Brutus lay stiff on the floor with its eyes wide open. Dominic had shot the dog. A bullet pierced its skull so fast that it did not even have time to howl before falling dead to the floor. I dragged my bloody leg over to Brutus and gently closed his eyes with my fingers. Dominic called for a doctor and a nurse. He told them to make sure my leg was fully healed and as fine as before. He warned them that if they made even the slightest mistake, they would end up like Brutus.

Cyrus said, his tone lightly mocking. In the man's eyes, filled with absolute despair, Cyrus offered a firsthand lesson in what it meant to be "open-minded." At this point, only five people remained alive in Building 25. Every last one of the murderers who had once broken into Cyrus' home and devoured him alive had been completely wiped out.

I watch as she squints, probably trying to remember her own headline. “They dug up those two murderer blokes from In Cold Blood,” I don’t want to tell her she’s won by kilometres just yet. “Why?” “Something about some murders in Florida,” So I just nod quietly, pretending to turn it over for a moment. I wonder how I managed to let that one slip through the cracks. I’ve only read the novel about a hundred times. “I suppose you win today.”

“Wait. This puts the murders at the time of the meeting. The pack and most of the Hollow Wood Pack couldn’t have done this either. That means we’ve got witnesses and video evidence to prove you and the Shadow Pack members couldn’t have done it either. That’s a step in the right direction. Wait, that means they weren’t killed when the packhouse burned. There was at least a day between the murders and the fire. How did no one notice the murders before the fire if there was such a long time period between the two incidents? Is that the correct term? It feels like it doesn’t adequately describe the entire thing. It’s not severe enough. Speaking of severe, what did they think about the state of t

The lights on the keypad changed to green and the lock clicked open. Good thing killers came prepared, because I really didn’t want to come back when there were more people. It hit me then, really hard. Everyone in the building was going to die. They weren’t going to let anyone out alive, all to cover up the death of one of their Killing Corps buddies. My hands shook as we walked down the hall. When we reached the lobby, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There was the familiar suppressed bang of a silenced gun and the sound of a body falling to the ground.

I took it with a heavy heart and left his office. After reaching my aunts' home through a cab, I went straight to my room. Aunt was probably busy with something, while Ethan and Damein must be sleeping because of their night duty. I put my file on the table and opened the book I had brought along with me and started reading through it. It was a murder case where a husband killed her wife for stealing his money. But why? I asked myself. I mean how a wife stole that money which her husband is earning for her, or he is not providing her enough for living so she stole it, and he got furious and killed her. She died on the spot. I don't why he gave me such a simple case, or maybe it is simple so

Willie was the first to rush up with a gun. Although the murderer had avoided the surveillance cameras, after investigating the nearby residents, they found that the lights were often switched on in the middle of the night in one of the floors of that building. The tenants in the building would only come out at night and slept in during the day, so Ross ordered Willie to bring people up to investigate. Willie quickly brought people up to the ninth floor, only to see that the door of the ninth floor was only half-closed. “Be careful. Follow me in!” Willie said in a very low voice as he gestured to his companions.

“Then the killer leaves the scene unseen or ignored by the security and hotel staff while the victim takes steps towards the car. Mr. Preston is putting all the weight on his cane, so it doesn’t pressure the cut too much… yet. He sits in the back of his car slowly bleeding out, but still not noticing it due to the dark suit his wearing. When he’s starting to feel the pain, it’s already too late and he loses his consciousness.” I was ecstatic to create my story’s first criminal case. Then I had to think about the main character and again started thinking about the man from the supermarket… First, I wanted to rebuke myself for thinking about him, but then I thought that I already use a real ca

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

Not until I'm safe. Turning a corner, I run down an empty street. The Guild chose this town for one of our safe houses because it's so empty. A mill, its main source of income, closed decades ago. Most of the buildings here are closed up and empty. Which means there are very few humans around. For the first time, I question that choice. If there were more humans around to be witnesses, would the Silver Hunters hesitate to attack me like this? Do they even know how to wipe memories?