Murder At Shijinso Novels & Stories

- Joo Chan explained, and paramedics quickly took care of Hyun Sik's wound as well. Then Hyun Woo, Hyun Sik, and Joo Chan, who was watching him, took an ambulance to a nearby hospital. Soo Min her police car, Jung Mo the Joo Chan's police car, both right behind the ambulance, and the rest of the policemen were busy securing the area. Soon more police would be there to collect traces and take the mummified bodies of five young women who were still sitting on the couch in this cold like a morgue room in the basement.

It was the woman sitting in front of Celine. 'I need to kill that woman first,' Joao said inside his mind. And so he pointed his pistol towards her. But before he could pull the trigger, Joshua shot his hand. Joao missed his target and the bullet went to Joshua's shoulder with a loud "BANG!" Above that underground place, HongYoonChoi's 2nd and 3rd heir heard the faint sound of gunshot even if it was as quieter as dew drop. Catching their breaths, Jeonghan and Seungcheol looked at each other.

he said and dropped the phone, he went to answer the door, his boys were at the door. “Sir, the girl in hijab has just been murdered by the gang” Pat said, as they stepped into the room. Danny was shocked for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “How did it happen?” he asked. “they shot her after she got down from their vehicle, there was a brown envelope in her hand, so I think they paid her for a job she carried out for them” Pat said, he produced a brown envelope from his pocket and handed it over to Danny.

"Clear the yard." The assassins vanished. The first guard turned his head toward a rattle in the rusted fence, but before he could scream, a combat blade pierced straight through his throat. The second guard gasped, his hand dropping toward his holster, but a second knife sank deep into his neck, cutting off his air. Both men hit the wet grass with a dull thud. The roaring thunder masked the execution. Shinjiro walked right past the bleeding bodies. "Talk to me," Shinjiro barked as they reached the entrance."

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, her blue eyes flicking toward the chattering customers before she turned back to Ashwin. “You heard, right?” she asked, keeping her voice low. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” Sarah exhaled. “Eleven murders now. The whole town’s on edge.” The more Ashwin listened, the more details emerged, each one more unsettling than the last. “They found them this morning,” someone whispered from a nearby table. “All with their throats cut—wide open, like they never even saw it coming.” “Their eyes were still open,” another voice added, sending a chill down Ashwin’s spine. “Like they died looking at something that terrified them.”

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.