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Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

"In 10 minutes, there will be a fire in your room, controlled and untraceable, and as far as anyone will know, you died in it. "Your belongings have been replicated down to the last detail, the clothes, the watch, the cane, even the perfume on your collar. Your name is where it needs to be. The evidence will hold. Enough to convince anyone, and enough to make him grieve." I let out a slow breath. "Do it. Let's go." Five minutes later, flames engulfed my room. I sat in the back of the sedan, watching everything I'd known burn, and whispered to myself, "Goodbye, Domenico. We will never see each other again."

The soft click of spoons stirring cups served as background sounds. His thick lashes fluttered, confusion flickering in his stern eyes, "What?!" "Ah, i thought you knew earlier.... when you said it was more than a mere coincidence that i was a suspect to two cases. The fact that you're currently hitting a dead end is because you're throwing all your efforts in the wrong direction. This isn't a missing person's case nor is it an abduction.......this is a murder case." - I paused, my fingers drumming on the table's surface. "What you ought to be looking for is a corpse and not a living person?"

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.”

She cannot believe that she manage to get embarrassed because of him. "Now, now, calm down. I can explain!" Freed answered as sweat formed on his forehead. He can see that Lyn will not hesitate to cut his throat if he answers her wrongly. Though he wasn't expecting her to not notice him. He thought at one point she figured that he was following him, but now he knows that it wasn't the case.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she swept a cold, mocking gaze over the crowd. "The Memory Decryptor is new, so some data corruption is to be expected. Maybe Wendy altered the memories in her final moments in a bid to drag Roland down with her. After all, she was even capable of killing her own in-laws." Another of Roland's subordinates rushed in, face pale. "Chief Turner! There's been another murder in the south district. The victim was gouged of flesh and had their bones severed. The method is identical to the previous cases." Roland staggered to his feet. When he saw me sitting lifeless in the chair, his entire body shook.

"I told you it was her! Officers, why aren't you arresting her?" Leon finally "broke down". His eyes turned bloodshot. "Officers, I-I don't want to believe it… but the evidence is right there. My grandma raised me since I was a boy…" His voice cracked, and his shoulders trembled slightly. The onlookers in the hallway began throwing pitying glances his way. "That poor guy. His wife murdered his grandma." "Karma will catch up to her. A toxic woman like that deserves to rot in prison." The police officer turned back to me, his tone strictly professional. "Ms. Spencer, the evidence we have now is heavily stacked against you.

Everyone had one question: who killed him and why? ‘Friends!’, he cried again to attract attention. Everyone looked at him. ‘ I know, you don’t know me. Neither do you consider me as one of yours? But tonight a crime has been committed. Your king has been murdered.’ Again whispering arose. ‘ Who killed him?’, someone asked. -‘Where is Karseus?’, another one joined. -‘Why should we listen to whatever you have to say? Who are you?’, the third one put in.

She smiled softly and nodded. "It was a long time ago but in my neighborhood, there was a man who was murdered. Do you think you would have any information on that?" He scrunched his mouth to one side in deep thought. "Hmm, well if it was associated with the mafia we would definitely have it. Even if it wasn't, there is a good chance it's on the database in the police department so we can access it without even having it."

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.