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he muttered. “I found it taped behind my mirror,” I said. “After I got a text from an unknown number.” He ran a hand over his face. “You should go to the cops.” “And tell them what? That someone’s leaving me cryptic notes and photos and somehow broke into the school security system to cover up Brianna’s death? They’ll think I’m making it up.” Malik hesitated. “Are you?” “No.” “I had to ask.” I sat on the cold bench and stared at the cracked pavement. “I think she was killed. I think they made it look like an accident. And I think someone wants me to figure out why.”

I groaned. “There's also dead body turns up and no one knows who dunnit but special detective finds clues and takes out the bad guy in the nick of time.” Ryan laughed along with me. “Hey, I like reading those.” I chuckled, “A good mystery never hurt anybody.” “I want a mystery where the serial killer takes out the detective but dies in a hit and run as he tried to flee town.” Ryan quipped, bending to study another raunchy book cover. “I'm sure there's a book with that title somewhere.” I found myself relaxing a bit more. “Now that we're talking about it, maybe that's what I'm in the mood for. A good mystery.”

On the other hand, in another region, there were a series of events, such as the mysterious murders and disappearances of wolves that were supposedly hunted by some group coming from a sect, what they knew, was that they did not find it in time. Both Nix and Chaos were investigating the case, they went to talk to the parents of these teenagers. Their ages were between 15 and 19 years old, they were starting life, in which they went to find out what made them run away, at least that's what they thought. In the midst of this, when they were listening to the reports of some parents, as to the fact that a mother of a teenager was the reason to find out during the investigations, which was the la

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

A day before the winter holiday, the prettiest girl in class, Mandy Smith, died. She was found dead in the dorm’s toilet. There were eighteen stab wounds on her, and her blood covered the entire floor. The dorm manager found her dead body, and she immediately called the police. When the other two roommates, Anna Anderson, Fiona Lee, and I, arrived at the dorm, the police and counselor had already arrived. There were students watching outside of the caution tape. Everyone was talking about it.

She stood up and walked with them. She looked at me in a strange way as she passed from beside me. Everyone seemed confused. We sat there for half an hour and later onwards saw a police officer coming out of the building. He came out and said, "Who is Hazel Keith?" I raised my hand. "Can you please come forward?" He said. "Me? Why?" I asked out of confusion. "There's been a murder inside this building of a girl named "Joyce Smith."

Fuck, she makes me feel everything. "It is indeed a good morning," I say wrapping more of her wild hair around her ear so I can see her face better. "Sorry, I fell asleep," she says. I'm not sorry. I didn't want to get into her Dad's allegations last night and even though she wasn't happy about it she asked me to read her the book she had grabbed off my book shelf. One of my favorites. It's a mystery novel about two mates who find each other while they are both trying to catch the same serial killer that's on the loose.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

Next scene, Geneva's mom and Cindy went to police station to report and file a case, Geneva's mom wrote as a compliant instead of Cindy, While Cindy is sitting at the hall way she saw her classmate before, She looks like nervous and Cindy asks her if she's alright, The girl biting her nails while walking around the corner, When she saw Cindy she runs quickly to get out of sight by Cindy, Cindy doubted what's her problem, she ignored it remembered that it was her bullies, Geneva's mom came back at Cindy, told her that she already filed a case against the incident, They will contact Cindy for further notice, Cindy said thank you to Geneva's mom for her kindness and wasting of time,

He won’t be seen in this city ever again. With the small bag and briefcase in his hands, he opened the door of his room, about to leave the house. He halted. Moving backward, but his hands gripped tightly to the bag and briefcase. The girl In front of him. In a hoodie, the only thing he could see was the black eyes. And long claws and dark skin. Was she? How did she find him? “Anyone out there?” “They are all dead.” “What? You killed them.” “I did.”