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Zhiye stared blankly at the body of Liang hanging in mid-air.
The body was severely decomposed, unrecognizable, and crawling with maggots, which was extremely disgusting. The foul smell that greeted him upon entering seemed to be emanating from this corpse.
Zhiye covered his mouth and nose tightly, trying not to vomit on the spot. The strong odor caused him to feel a severe dizziness.
Even though he had never studied Forensic Medicine, he could tell that Liang had been dead for at least a week.
After sitting on the ground for a while, his heartbeat slowed down a lot, and the Zhiye gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, he saw a piece of paper lying on the floor in front of Liang's body. He walked over and picked it up, only to find that it was a farewell letter.
"I'm sorry, Shizhi, I can't write a single line anymore."
On the farewell letter, only this short sentence was left, nothing else.
In that case, did Liang commit suicide? Zhiye wondered.
Liang made his debut eight years ago when he had just turned 24. After graduating from a junior college, he worked at a small company for two years. After his debut, he quit his job and started writing full-time at home. Liang is obsessed with novels to the point of being pathological. It is said that once he is immersed in his writing, nothing can disturb him. He is a highly productive writer, maintaining an average of six full-length novels published per year since his debut.
However, despite his diligent writing, he still cannot be considered even slightly famous until now. However, that Liang has already committed suicide, saying he couldn't write anymore, even though he was only 32 years old. Liang disappeared for a whole week without anyone noticing, showing that he really didn't have much interaction with others in normal times.
I have always been alone, and even if I died, no one would know. It's too tragic. Even her sister didn't find it strange when she suddenly disappeared. If it weren't for Zhiye happening to kill Shizhi tonight, Liang's body probably wouldn't have been discovered for a while.
Shizhi's body shouldn't take that long to be found. She has a wide social circle and is very popular. If she suddenly loses contact, her friends will definitely notice something wrong and come here to check, and then they will find her body. When the police arrive, they will definitely find Liang's body here, so—
Zhiye puts the farewell letter back in place. He covers his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and looks again at Liang's body and this cluttered room.
Liang died about a week ago, and it was a suicide. It's not my concern; his body can just stay here and be left alone. Zhiye thought.
He left the fifth floor, remembering that the door had just been left slightly ajar, so he left it the same way.
He went down to the fourth floor. Shizhi's body was still lying on the bed in the bedroom.
After all this turmoil, he became much calmer than when he had just killed someone.
I can't go on like this, I have to put on a disguise. He thought to himself.
He touched the body of Shizhi, which had already started to stiffen, but the joints of the arms could still move.
He found a sturdy white rope in the living room and returned to the room. He pulled her arms behind her back and then securely bound her wrists together with the rope. Next, he made a mess of the room, packing all the valuable items into a large travel bag - which he had taken from the fifth-floor storage room. Then he pried open the safe, took out all the money and jewelry, and stuffed them into the bag as well.
Of course, he always wore a pair of white disposable gloves he found in the kitchen while doing these things. Finally, he looked around the room. No matter how you looked at it, this was also a "Robbery and homicide case."
Zhiye gazed at the figure of Shizhi lying on the bed for a while, then turned and walked towards the staircase. He didn't love Shizhi, nor did he love Meijia. He was only getting close to these two women to leverage their father's power. But no matter what, he had been in a relationship with Shizhi for four years.
And now, she and he are already separated by life and death, and she was killed by him with his own hands. This fact made Zhiye feel somewhat sad. Zhiye quickly walked down the dark stairs and soon reached the second floor, where the scene was the same as before, with no changes. At this point, he stopped in his tracks.
He remembered something very important.
Something extremely important—
Right, since Liang is already dead, then who locked the back door downstairs?
Suddenly, a strong sense of terror swept through his body, and he felt a chill down his spine.
The door couldn't have locked itself, someone must have locked it, and Liang has long been dead, which means - in this house, besides me, Shizhi, and Liang, there must be a "fourth person"!
But Shizhi clearly said that only she and Liang lived here.
Could it be that the friend who just checked in here by chance? Why didn't the friend just tell me? Also, I've checked the entire building just now and didn't find anyone. What's going on? Where did that person hide? Could it be that it's not a person, but... The more he thought about it, the more terrified he felt. He dared not imagine any further. He stood motionless on the landing of the second-floor stairs, staring blankly into the dark interior of the second floor, too petrified to move. His heart raced as if he had just finished a sprint, and every nerve in his body was on the verge of snapping.
Suddenly, a loud noise rang out right beside him. Zhiye He was so scared that he trembled and almost screamed in panic. He ran downstairs without hesitation, rushed outside, and with trembling hands, opened the back door of the yard and ran out in a stumbling manner.
200 meters away from here, there is an empty space where his BMW car is parked. He sprinted at full speed, ignoring everything, occasionally looking back at the building that gave him the creeps. At that moment, he saw a person.
Through a certain window on the second floor, he saw a figure standing motionless behind the window, as if staring intently at him as he ran with all his might.
What's going on? When I checked just now, I clearly didn't see anyone. Could it be that they ran downstairs while I was checking upstairs?
Who is that person, really? And is that really a person? Or could it be Liang or Shizhi's... spirit?
Zhiye At this time, he didn't have the energy to think about these things. These were all things he would reflect on later. Right now, he only had one thought, which was to quickly run to the car.
He finally ran to the side of the car, before he could catch his breath, he quickly opened the car door and dove in.
Zhiye Without even fastening his seatbelt, he stepped on the gas pedal. The car shot out like an arrow leaving the bow.
Zhiye His hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, and his heart had not yet calmed down from the fear. The cold sweat oozing out from nervousness and fear mixed with the hot sweat from the intense exercise just now, soaking his shirt and hair completely. He remembered the ear-piercing loud noise he had just heard.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that it was just the sound of a gecko.
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