Scream Tv Series Who Is The Killer の小説・ストーリー

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

I scream the last part at him and he flinches in his chair but looks confused. “Yeah, you!” He screams back and I chuckle. Wow! I look at Sara and she looks down. “You didn’t tell him. Oh, this is priceless. Well, allow me. Roman, meet your half sister Sara Moran. Sara, you already know Roman. There was something important I had to say.” I say, tapping my chin, pretending to think as I look at Roman. “Oh, that’s it.” I say, clicking my fingers. “It was dear old Sara that had Luna killed. Don’t believe me? Too bad. Candy.” I say as I step back and watch Roman look down and I can see he is trying to figure this all out.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

I drink in the exact moment her world cracks open. “She had one of her henchmen, the one Scar recently killed...bite him when he was just a newborn…” “Wait…” Emerald’s voice slices through, shaking violently. Tears stream freely now from her eyes. “A henchman Scar recently killed? What do you mean?” “Oh, nothing much,” I say, almost bored. “He means Rattle. Scar killed him days ago. Along with a few others. The police were kind enough to inform us their bodies were taken to the morgue… courtesy of Scar and Luke Denvers.”

Wyatt's heart-wrenching cry echoed through the footage. My soul instinctively trembled, tears streaming down my cheeks. The killer's face was now clearly visible to everyone in the room. Roland staggered backward, nearly knocking over the Memory Decryptor. In the scene, the figure stabbing Wyatt slowly looked up, revealing a twisted face that was identical to Roland's. The crowd turned deathly pale. "How is this possible? How could the killer be Chief Turner?" "No! It can't be him…"

🎋🎋🎋🎋 Diana’s House, 7:00 AM Diana sat on her sofa, watching the morning news. A story was playing about a serial killer who had been caught on camera killing two teenagers. The killer’s face was covered by a mask, but something caught her eye, a square mark on the killer's neck. She was too weak to go to work after the party. Sonia was still asleep in bed. Suddenly, Diana’s phone buzzed with a message: *Good morning, Seducer*. She knew exactly who it was. "Motherfucker," she typed back.

The footage clearly showed that someone entered the alleyway before Scarface, fought him, and killed him on the spot. However, due to the blurriness of the footage, Noelle could not get a clear look at the killer. Then, she noticed the gait with which the killer walked away and how his physique was strikingly familiar. A sense of familiarity rushed into her mind. She thought of someone—Andrius Moondshade.

Scarlett raised her head slowly and looked up at the people that suddenly came in. "Omg! How did I not notice that our cameraman has left!" Lisa exclaimed in shock. Scarlett sighed slightly and picked up her knife looked at the person that came in. "Oh, you are late" She muttered and swiped the neck of the vice president neatly with the knife. "Who are you?" Damien looked at the body of the Vice President and turned back to the masked killer. "Me? I don't know who I am." Scarlett replied carelessly.

her mother. ^^^***^^^^ Who do you think is the killer?

It seemed as if he spent the better half of his time eating delicacies rather than chasing criminals. ‘Sir, the victim is Esha Arora, the CEO of Arora Cements. Died of asphyxiation which was preceded by a severe blow to the head,’ said the sub-inspector in a well-rehearsed manner, pausing to allow the inspector examine the body. ‘The victim was last seen by the housemaid at 4.30 pm. She was wearing a black sweater ... We have not been able to locate it yet.’ The inspector glanced up in surprise. ‘What do you mean by not been able to locate?’