Jeff The Killer Picture の小説・ストーリー

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?

She opened it and flipped to the last page as she saw the picture of a man in his late forties with bald head, and the suit perfectly fitted on his shoulders. Beside the drawing was the name, JEFFERY LOGAN. . TBC

Jack let the force of his legs explode through his hips, torso, and shoulders, sent the energy through his arms and into the bag. Only when he was completely spent, covered in sweat, did he let himself drop to the mat. But even then, he couldn’t rest. He reached for his phone and shuffled through the photos he’d taken of Ashley’s bizarre paintings. He paused the screen at the painting of himself in the grave, eyes open but unseeing. Blackwell’s other known victims hadn’t been buried alive. They’d been buried in pieces. The FBI had never done a full recovery. The bastard was keeping trophies.

“You’ve done it. You’ll do it. You’re going to kill us.” “No!” Malachi shot up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He ripped it off, looking around the circular office stood as if a time capsule. He hadn't changed anything yet, but his father's body was burnt, so today was the day. He picked up the paintings he had been keeping for this occasion, all painted by his talented best friend. He pushed his deep auburn hair out of his face and got to work removing some of the paintings, he wouldn't remove all of them, his father didn't need to be scrubbed from the walls.

So, where is this confident vibe coming from? "Because of the stimulating sight, the old lady fainted on the spot. While her husband almost died due to a heart attack." Ryan puts gruesome pictures of the dead body in front of Jihun, along with an ordinary photograph of a young girl, in her twenties. Two different photos, contrast with one another, were laid side by side by Ryan. One of the photographs is rendering the disturbing sight of the victim, with a head detached, body limped on the ground, bathed in the ominous color of red. While, the other picture is revealing an image of a beautiful girl in a plain white shirt, short wavy hair, small button nose, with alluring gazes and moist, ful

“In there are all the project details you need to look at.” Jefferson opened the folder and went through it. He then picked a photograph from the folder and compared to the ones he had before, “no way! We saw him get killed and the other one died days later.” He picked one of the pictures for a closer look, “what about her? Is she alive as well?” “My guess is…if he is alive…she is also alive and they are most probably together.” “That means we have two big problems to deal with or…” Rebecca interrupted.

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

Now when nothing is going on according to his will, then why will he pretend to be a good father anymore. When Alex shows pistol and said that he is here to arrest him, David Jones’s face color changed in an instant. His face turned dark and his eyes turned red and fierce. “For what, what did I do?” David Jones said confidently. Alex pulled the picture out of his pant pocket, which he was carrying from the bureau and on David Jones's face. “This is the proof of your heinous crime. You murderer.” David Jones picked the photo which lands on the floor after striking from his face and looked keenly.

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

James grabbed the picture to have a look “Didn’t we learn about this at school? Was this the symbol of the guy who killed the Wolf Kings mate?” I was in shock, James remembered something from school that I had forgotten. He was right, I grabbed my laptop and did a quick search. Everyone gathered around me as I started to read. Suddenly we came to a picture of the man who killed the girl. “That’s the Mr Z guy” I carried on scrolling down “Oh shit” “What?” Chad came over to see what we were looking at “Why are you looking at a picture of Jill dressed in Victorian style clothes?” “That’s not Jill” I scrolled back to the top of the article