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"Why are you so sure?"
As I spoke, I realized my voice was trembling.
Shen Ci opened Jiang Li's detailed address.
"If a werewolf goes on a rampage and eats someone without being discovered, on the fifteenth day, it will definitely lose control and eat a second person."
Realizing that my Qin Shiwen could really be devoured by an out-of-control werewolf, my heart ached painfully.
At night, the tenement buildings in the suburbs looked particularly eerie.
Few households had their lights on, but occasionally shadows passed through the alleys.
The air was filled with the smell of garbage mixed with fermentation.
Our school is relatively remote.
At first, Qin Shiwen complained, "It takes an hour on the subway to get to downtown; it's so far!"
Looking at the dark tenement buildings, I finally realized how prosperous the center of this city was and how dark its backside could be.
Jiang Li was too alert; we had just arrived at his doorstep.
"Crash!" The glass shattered as Jiang Li jumped out through the window.
Shen Ci and Yang Yi quickly surrounded him from two directions.
However, Jiang Li took advantage of the terrain and sprinted in another direction.
I secretly hid in the shadows and tripped him as he passed by.
He was moving too fast; Jiang Li flipped in mid-air and crashed against the wall.
The right side of his face had been burned, missing one eye.
The other eye emitted a scarlet glow.
He charged toward me with a fierce expression.
"Watch out!"
Everything spun around me.
Jiang Li grabbed my collar and leaped onto the rooftop.
My back scraped against the rough wall, causing me pain that left me speechless.
The moon above was enormous.
Jiang Li stood before me, his bones cracking as he transformed into a ferocious werewolf. I suppressed the pain and held up a photo of Qin Shiwen.
"Do you know this girl? Why? Why did you kill her?"
Jiang Li paused for a moment, seemingly trying to recognize the girl in the photo. But soon, the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes vanished. He opened his bloodied mouth and shouted, "Lin Yuanxing!"
Shen Ci fired a shot that struck Jiang Li in the neck. Before we set out, Yang Yi had given Shen Ci a syringe pistol, claiming it could suppress the hormones of a werewolf. The moment Jiang Li was shot, he staggered and fell off the rooftop, dying on impact.
I collapsed to the ground, unable to come to terms with what had happened. Why? Why did this have to happen to Qin Shiwen? Jiang Li had no motive; he simply couldn't control the beast within him and indiscriminately killed my best friend. I was engulfed in endless sorrow.
If only I had gone to pick her up that night, would things have been different? Every night when she worked part-time, I would pick her up from school. But on October 17th, she said she had plans that evening, and I didn’t go to get her—then the tragedy occurred.
"Why didn't I go to pick her up that day? Why didn’t I ask who she was meeting?" It was my fault; it was all my fault...
My clothes were torn by Jiang Li, and Shen Ci took off his jacket to wrap around me. Knowing it had nothing to do with Shen Ci, I couldn't control myself and began to hit him in accusation:
"Why kill Jiang Li?
"I still have so many things I want to ask, so many things I want to know!"
Shen Ci let me hit and scold him, holding me tightly.
A gentle voice came through the cold wind: "It's my fault."
Tears fell from my eyes in an instant.
It hurts so much.
"Yuanxing, don't be too agitated. Shen Ci is also thinking of your safety."
Yang Yi patted my head to comfort me.
Jiang Li's body was taken away, and the deaths of Wen Miao and Qin Shiwen were handled as if Jiang Li was the culprit.
As the moon set and the sun rose, each day was no different for most people.
I had some superficial injuries; after treating them, Yang Yi wanted me to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, but I refused.
The next day, I went to the place where Jiang Li lived again.
"Excuse me, have you seen these two people in the photo?"
I asked everyone I met while holding the photos of Jiang Li and Wen Miao.
Most people hurried by, waving their hands to say they didn't know them.
Just when I was about to give up, an old lady selling tea eggs at the entrance spoke up:
"Isn't that Wen girl and Ali?"
"Grandma, do you know them?"
I bought a few tea eggs and squatted beside her.
The grandma touched the two people in the photo and sighed deeply.
"Ah, they are both unfortunate children.
"Don't be fooled by Ali's fierce appearance; he's actually a good person. He helped me deal with some thugs when I was out selling."
"Wen girl is so young and already in the late stages of cancer; her parents left her alone because they saw her as a burden. In our neighborhood where security is poor, people often bully her, but Ali always fights them off!"
The more I listened, the more choked up I felt over the egg yolk of the tea egg.
"After this holiday in November, they came here to buy tea eggs from me, but I haven't seen them around lately..."
Grandma was still mumbling something.
I suddenly felt alert, blood rushing through my veins.
After the National Day holiday!
If Jiang Li and Wen Miao were seen together after the holiday, it meant that on October 3rd, Jiang Li did not eat Wen Miao!
On October 17th, he wouldn’t have lost control of his beastly nature to eat a second person!
Qin Shiwen was not killed by Jiang Li!
My heart trembled at the possibility.
I ran to Jiang Li's rental apartment; the living room was bare, with nothing in it.
In contrast, the room where Jiang Li jumped out was decorated warmly.
That was Wen Miao's room.
In the drawer, there was a diary about fighting cancer.
"Jiang Li is the reward the world gave me."
It was filled with detailed records of the little things Jiang Li had done for her.
The last page was dated October 13th.
"Ali, I’m in so much pain, I can’t hold on any longer.
Would you eat me? That way we can be together forever..."
I walked into the adjacent bedroom, and as soon as I opened the door, a terrible smell hit me.
On the bed, black liquid formed incomprehensible totems.
Chains hung from each corner.
The window was broken, and the curtains swayed in the wind, revealing a shadowy figure.
"Who is it?
Who’s there!"
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