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Today is the second day since I killed someone.
I comforted the frustrated Alex,"Look on the bright side.There hasn't been any report of a missing person yet."
He sat on the sofa, his eyes slightly glazed.
I thought to myself,he's really a fool.After working on this case for over a year,he still hasn't found any clues.
I decided to give him some clues.It would be more interesting that way.Who made my opponent so stupid?
I picked up a glass of water and said casually,as if it were no big deal,"Is there any connection between these victims?"
His eyes suddenly lit up,and he quickly turned his head to look at me.
"You..."
"What's wrong?"
He slapped his thigh and said,"That's right.You're a psychologist.Generally,do serial killers like this have some kind of mental illness?Or how can we analyze their psychology?"
He looked at me hopefully, as if he trusted me a lot.
Unfortunately,he had trusted the wrong person.
I said calmly,"It depends on the specific situation.Everyone is different."
"What about the 127 case?"
Fortunately,he had asked the right question this time.
I began to drop hints.
"Most serial killers don't commit crimes on impulse,so there must be some connection or commonality among the victims."
Confusion flickered in his eyes as he frowned.
"We've investigated.Their social backgrounds,families,and...In short,we've checked everything we could.We've even traced the ancestors of these six people back three generations,and there's no connection at all."
Nonsense.Don't you know that serial killers are highly intelligent?It couldn't be that obvious.
I said patiently,"Then...could there be something hidden about them?Something unspeakable?"
"What do you mean?"
"Something like the seven deadly sins,such as greed,sloth,and so on."
He looked at me thoughtfully,"It's getting late.Let's go to bed."
I lay on the left side of the bed,and Alex was on the right.And the body was right between us,in the floor compartment directly below.
On the morning of the 27th,the trending topics were all about netizens making fun of the police for being outwitted by the killer.
"I told you it was fake,but the police really fell for it."
"You still haven't caught him.What are you doing?"
"Hurry up and solve this case.Who’s the naughty kid playing around here?"
...
"Some people say that the serial killer only targets 'bad people'."
I scrolled through the comments section when suddenly,a voice came from behind me.
"In an era where typing can’t get you in trouble with the law."
The voice was filled with helplessness.
I turned around and hugged Alex's waist, saying "Oh,they're just keyboard warriors.Don't pay attention to them."
At that moment,his phone rang.
I only heard him say to the person on the other end of the line,"I'll be there right away."
"Amanda,I'm going out.Don't wait for me for lunch."
"Okay."
From answering the phone to leaving,it took less than a minute.
It was exactly what I wanted.
I dragged the body out from under the bed. As I looked at the purple lips of the corpse, a satisfied smile spread across my face.
The seventh victim had died of suffocation by plastic sheeting.
She probably wasn't dead when we went to bed last night.
I gently pressed the corpse.It was already stiff,and the body was completely cold.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You must be very surprised by this way of death,"I said to the body.
I have a peculiar hobby.I like to give numbers to "them".
The individual standing before me shall henceforth be referred to as Number 7.It's as simple as that.
Fortunately,Number 7 happened to be a slender woman, allowing me to spare some exertion this time around.
I put the body into a blue rectangular storage box.With great effort,I stuffed her into it.
I rose to my feet, casting a glance at the box. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I murmured, “It fits just right. Perfect.”
"Ding dong."
The doorbell rang. I stepped forward and opened the door.
"Hello,Ms.Brown.Did you call for a courier?"
I replied happily,"Yes.I've been waiting for you for a long time."
I pointed to the blue box at the door,"This particular package may be a tad heavy."
"Okay.The address you provided is the City Police Station.Is that right?"
"Yes,that's the one."
"It will arrive before 3 o'clock in the afternoon for local delivery.Have a nice day."
I closed the door.
"Alex,the game has begun."
I comforted the frustrated Alex,"Look on the bright side.There hasn't been any report of a missing person yet."
He sat on the sofa, his eyes slightly glazed.
I thought to myself,he's really a fool.After working on this case for over a year,he still hasn't found any clues.
I decided to give him some clues.It would be more interesting that way.Who made my opponent so stupid?
I picked up a glass of water and said casually,as if it were no big deal,"Is there any connection between these victims?"
His eyes suddenly lit up,and he quickly turned his head to look at me.
"You..."
"What's wrong?"
He slapped his thigh and said,"That's right.You're a psychologist.Generally,do serial killers like this have some kind of mental illness?Or how can we analyze their psychology?"
He looked at me hopefully, as if he trusted me a lot.
Unfortunately,he had trusted the wrong person.
I said calmly,"It depends on the specific situation.Everyone is different."
"What about the 127 case?"
Fortunately,he had asked the right question this time.
I began to drop hints.
"Most serial killers don't commit crimes on impulse,so there must be some connection or commonality among the victims."
Confusion flickered in his eyes as he frowned.
"We've investigated.Their social backgrounds,families,and...In short,we've checked everything we could.We've even traced the ancestors of these six people back three generations,and there's no connection at all."
Nonsense.Don't you know that serial killers are highly intelligent?It couldn't be that obvious.
I said patiently,"Then...could there be something hidden about them?Something unspeakable?"
"What do you mean?"
"Something like the seven deadly sins,such as greed,sloth,and so on."
He looked at me thoughtfully,"It's getting late.Let's go to bed."
I lay on the left side of the bed,and Alex was on the right.And the body was right between us,in the floor compartment directly below.
On the morning of the 27th,the trending topics were all about netizens making fun of the police for being outwitted by the killer.
"I told you it was fake,but the police really fell for it."
"You still haven't caught him.What are you doing?"
"Hurry up and solve this case.Who’s the naughty kid playing around here?"
...
"Some people say that the serial killer only targets 'bad people'."
I scrolled through the comments section when suddenly,a voice came from behind me.
"In an era where typing can’t get you in trouble with the law."
The voice was filled with helplessness.
I turned around and hugged Alex's waist, saying "Oh,they're just keyboard warriors.Don't pay attention to them."
At that moment,his phone rang.
I only heard him say to the person on the other end of the line,"I'll be there right away."
"Amanda,I'm going out.Don't wait for me for lunch."
"Okay."
From answering the phone to leaving,it took less than a minute.
It was exactly what I wanted.
I dragged the body out from under the bed. As I looked at the purple lips of the corpse, a satisfied smile spread across my face.
The seventh victim had died of suffocation by plastic sheeting.
She probably wasn't dead when we went to bed last night.
I gently pressed the corpse.It was already stiff,and the body was completely cold.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You must be very surprised by this way of death,"I said to the body.
I have a peculiar hobby.I like to give numbers to "them".
The individual standing before me shall henceforth be referred to as Number 7.It's as simple as that.
Fortunately,Number 7 happened to be a slender woman, allowing me to spare some exertion this time around.
I put the body into a blue rectangular storage box.With great effort,I stuffed her into it.
I rose to my feet, casting a glance at the box. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I murmured, “It fits just right. Perfect.”
"Ding dong."
The doorbell rang. I stepped forward and opened the door.
"Hello,Ms.Brown.Did you call for a courier?"
I replied happily,"Yes.I've been waiting for you for a long time."
I pointed to the blue box at the door,"This particular package may be a tad heavy."
"Okay.The address you provided is the City Police Station.Is that right?"
"Yes,that's the one."
"It will arrive before 3 o'clock in the afternoon for local delivery.Have a nice day."
I closed the door.
"Alex,the game has begun."