J The Killer の小説・ストーリー

"I did it without trace this time. Just like the old days, but now, I'm not happy, I fear it hunts me. The drugs help me relax" "What did you do?" I asked. "I still got it. but now, I feel I'm wrong for a first time after so many years." "Mr. Richard, what did you do?" "Don't call me Richard, that name is sick. I'm Jayden." He say. "But you said not to-" like I said, answering questions with something else. "I killed him. But now I feel my heart is bleeding. Kill?! Who?! "Bella, am a killer. I'm a hit man." He said.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Jasira swallowed not expecting that statement from her. So she was supposed to be in the mafia alongside her father but death spoilt everything. She fell back to the chair with a deep breath, it was too much for her to handle, she was expecting this but then... "The name of the killer is AJ." "AJ! AJ as in what?" She almost yelled but fisted her palms and took a deep breath. "Mom, this is not going to help me." Jenny smirked, which made Jasira's mouth drop, she had never seen her mother do that. "And that is where he came in." She grabbed a brown folder by her side that Jasira never noticed was there.

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Are you back to say just a few words now? I like the talkative Wesley but this is the Wesley we knew. The beast-like isn’t that how you became so wealthy only after five years.” “Tell me what I should know.” He growled at him. Dust felt the shivers where he was. He was already aware of who the killer was since it was announced that Jacky was a suspect and was out on a run. He spun the chair around and stared at Mio that has his eyes on him ever since he started the call.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

Her eyes clung to his, her heart aching from the truth she had uncovered, the chaos of everything they’d shared. Lucas shifted uneasily. He knew this look. He had seen Jerald like this before—only this wasn’t Jerald. This was Manorh De Luca. The ghost. The killer. The nightmare in a tailored suit. The one that didn't hesitate to pull the trigger on whoever the good damn was messaging with his person. Anita turned slowly, her shoulder bleeding. “Master,” she whimpered. Jerald didn’t answer with words. He responded with another shot—clean, sharp—straight through her hand. His eyes didn’t waver from Jasmine, not even for a second, as he finally stopped in front of her.

That answer settled heavily inside the office. The captain looked away first. Because suddenly— Even he realized how deep this situation truly went. — Meanwhile, Charlotte sat inside her office staring silently at the television coverage. Javier Ortega. Cartel killer. International trafficking. Every part of the story felt manufactured. Forced. Clean. Too clean. But what disturbed her most— Was Jace’s confession. He admitted it. So why create another killer? Unless— Richard Norman was cleaning the entire mess permanently. Charlotte muted the television again slowly.

Killer asked. Out of the five of them that worked closely under Johnny Bobber, Killer had killed two and Jate Woods killed one. They were now left with only Star, Ninja and Wave. But in reality, Killer knew that Johnny Bobber was the strongest out of all of them. "We'll find out once it happens. The most important thing now is to find out what that man Jate Woods wants from me," as Mr. Howards said mysteriously.