The man seemed to have transformed into a ferocious beast, his speed incomparably swift.
Pa Pa Pa…
Moreover, Jenny’s corpse still had a little bit of warmth, which stimulated the man’s ferocity even more. This made him even crazier and put in even more effort as he crazily advanced towards Jenny’s deepest parts.
Jenny’s two white legs were carried on the man’s shoulders, swaying slightly. They were already sparkling with sweat as they rubbed against the skin on the man’s shoulders.
One up and one down, swaying alone.
Two minutes later, the man stopped his madness and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
He looked at Jenny again and a bloody scar appeared in his eyes.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” The man went forward in panic and reached out to wipe the bloody tears from the corner of Jenny’s eyes.
Then, he slid his hand down her cheek and across her snow-white neck. He grabbed the plump flower and turned his fingers into claws, sinking deep into her flesh.
Hiss!
The man raised his head and took a deep breath. His eyes rolled out, revealing his white eyes. The muscles on his face trembled slightly, as if he was a demon in the human world.
Then, the man stood up and took a small box. There were all kinds of tools in it.
“Now, you are mine. I want to make you into a work of art and keep you by my side forever,” the man said as he picked up a scalpel. His gaze swept to the corner of the wall. There were four human skin puppets there—all made of human skin.
After locating them, he found that the murderer and Jenny were locked on.
Jenny was already dead.
When he was about to issue a death notice, he decided to postpone for a while.
The murderer would not be committing crimes in the near future, so he was not in a hurry.
He wanted to design it well and gradually solve the mystery. He wanted to take a good look at how much wisdom Ross and the others had and how much they could withstand pressure.
During the last murder case in Shitan City, Ross and the others had somewhat disappointed him. They were too slow to be able to solve anything.
Jack snorted coldly with a sinister smile on his face.
At one o’clock in the morning, Caroline returned to her apartment, threw her high heels on the ground, and went into the bathroom exhausted.
After taking a simple shower, Caroline returned to her bedroom.
She found a loose nightgown and put it on, then lay down on the bed.
She turned off the light.
She went to sleep.
Just when she was about to turn over in exhaustion, she found a hard-skinned card.
“Hmm? What is this?”
Caroline frowned. Why was there a card in the bed? Then, she turned on the bedroom light.
When the light turned on, a black card came into view.
Invitation to Death!
Invitee: Caroline
Crime: accomplice
Invitee: Death Judge
Invitation Date: May 18, 2021
“Ah!”
Caroline screamed. She was not sleepy at all.
She rolled onto the floor as she felt her soul fly out of her body.
Her body was extremely cold. Cold sweat drenched her pajamas.
‘This isn’t real. I must be having a nightmare.’
The words “Death Judge” made her sink into deep fear. Bloody images appeared in her mind one after another.
‘I want to call the police! Yes!’
She trembled as she reached for her phone and dialed the police station’s number. “Hello, I want to call the police. The Death Inquisitor…wants to kill me…Yes, save me! Quickly come and save me!”
Twenty minutes later, Ross and the others arrived at Caroline’s residence.
They broke through the door and found Caroline shivering in the corner of the bedroom.
Seeing the police, Caroline rushed over barefooted and said fearfully, “Save me! The Death Inquisitor wants to kill me. He must have made a mistake. I didn’t kill anyone.”
Ross said, “Have you received the death notice?”
“Officer, you have to believe me. The Death Inquisitor made a mistake. I’m just an ordinary manager. How could I kill someone!” Caroline’s eyes were unfocused as she muttered to herself.
When Ross saw this, Monica, who was beside him, walked forward and held her shoulder. She comforted her, “You don’t have to be afraid with us here. You said that the Death Inquisitor wanted to kill you. Did you receive a black card?”
Monica’s voice was very soft and had a hint of emptiness. It was as if a hypnotist was awakening Caroline’s soul.
“On…On the bed!” Caroline said with a trembling voice.
Ross took a look and pulled the quilt, revealing the black card underneath.
Anthony, who had already put on gloves, stepped forward, put the black card into the evidence bag, and handed it to Ross.
“This is not a death notice. This is a death invitation,” Ross said as he took a look.
“What’s the difference?”
Caroline’s expression was filled with fear. It was not until the police arrived that she gradually reacted, but her heart was still filled with waves of fear. The words “Death Judge” had already penetrated deep into her bones like the messenger of the god of death.
Ross said, “The difference is that you did not kill anyone, but you may have helped someone to kill someone. In other words, your actions caused someone to be killed. That’s why the Death Judge gave you a death invitation letter.”
As soon as he said that, Caroline screamed, “No, I didn’t. I didn’t help someone to kill someone. Don’t accuse me wrongly.”
Ross looked around the bedroom and said, “Don’t be agitated. The invitation said 18th. It’s only the 17th now. At least you’re safe today.”
“At least?” Caroline’s eyes widened. “Then what about tomorrow? Am I going to die? What’s the use of having you police? Can’t you even protect my safety?”
Facing the fear of death, especially the cruel methods of the Death Inquisitor, Caroline was on the verge of breaking down and began to shout.
Monica raised her eyebrows, and she said, “Miss Caroline, as police officers, we will definitely do our best to protect your safety. We will be around you 24 hours a day. But you have to tell us honestly what you did, how you became an accomplice, and who you helped! If we don’t figure this out, we won’t be able to determine what case it is and will be very passive.”
“I really didn’t help others kill. How many times do I have to tell you? I’m just a small manager, so how can I help others kill?” Caroline’s eyes flashed.
At this moment, Ross looked at Caroline and narrowed his eyes. “The Death Judge is a man of his words. You are very clear about his methods. If we don’t know the whole story, it will be very difficult to ensure your safety. If…”
His voice was deliberately long, giving Carolyn the space to imagine.
As expected, when Carolyn heard this, her expression revealed a trace of fear. She said, “I said, as long as you guarantee my safety, I will tell you everything.”
Ross glanced at Monica. The latter nodded slightly and brought Caroline to the room next door. The years of tacit understanding allowed them to understand the hidden meaning behind one look and one action. There was no need to say anything.
Then, Ross said to Hart, “Let’s check the room. Since the Death Inquisitor has been here, let’s see if there are any clues he left behind.”
“Okay!”
The few of them got busy. Ross came to the living room and was about to call Judy to investigate Caroline’s information.
Judy had already called.
After picking up the phone, Ross said, “What’s wrong? Is The Death Inquisitor making a move?”
“Yes, he just stole Jenny’s account and posted a tweet. It’s an S-rank file with the serial number 15—the murder case of a female star!”
Ross frowned. “If that’s the case, Jenny’s disappearance is the work of the same person. Check Caroline’s information and see if it’s related to the murder case. Call me if you find out.”
“Yes!” Judy’s voice came from the other end.