I quickly closed the curtains.

It was only then that I realized that my back was soaked in cold sweat.

He saw me!

I trembled and called the police with my phone.

Fifteen minutes!

Just wait for another fifteen minutes and the police would come.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

I hid in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

The man outside the door started singing a nursery rhyme. "A girl carries a doll and walks to the garden to see the cherry blossoms. She cries and calls for her mother."

It was this nursery rhyme again!

It was exactly the same as the nursery rhyme I heard before I died!

Did he want to kill me again?

I was going crazy, unable to preserve my sanity.

I couldn't help but call Mateo.

What did this man want to do?

Wasn't killing me once enough?

At this moment, the call connected.

"Rosalie? Why are you calling me?" Mateo's deep voice came from the other side.

I froze.

The man outside the door was still singing that nursery rhyme.

I asked uncertainly, "Mateo, where are you?"

"Me? I'm on my way home, about to enter the apartment."

Upon hearing this, I dashed to the window and looked down to see Mateo.

He also looked up at me.

Our eyes met, and he smiled.

In the dark night, his smile was particularly eerie.

At this moment, the man outside the door broke off in his song.

The next second, I heard the sound of an axe cutting through the air.

Just when I felt hopeless, I saw the police through the window.

...

After the police came up, I told them everything that had just happened.

There were no surveillance cameras in this old neighborhood I lived in.

So the police immediately contacted Mateo. Some of them went to his house while others went to my house.

But the result surprised me.

The police said that everything was normal at Mateo's house.

There was no meat grinder at all, and no woman's body was found.

And the neighbors nearby didn't hear any strange noises.

There were no traces at my doorstep either.

It seemed like everything just now was my imagination.

At this time, Mateo came with the police.

Mateo looked at me with some concern and said, "I'm sorry, officer. This is my girlfriend's sister. She has poor mental health and is on medication. Recently, my girlfriend had an accident, and she might have been under stress and had hallucinations. Sorry to trouble you."

The police followed Mateo's gaze and looked at the medicine on the table.

Indeed, they were medications for treating mental illnesses.

The police left quickly.

There were only me and Mateo left in the room.

"Mateo, do you believe that Violet committed suicide?"

I looked into Mateo's eyes, trying to find any trace of guilt in them.

The next second, Mateo avoided my gaze.

"Rosalie, I know you don't want to accept it, but Violet is already dead, and I am very sad."

My heart sank.

Sure enough, Mateo was guilty.

Whenever he felt guilty, he would instinctively shift his gaze.

Although there were medications for treating mental illness on the table and the police didn't find anything suspicious, I just didn't believe that all of this was just my imagination.

I would never forget what happened on the evening of June 10th.

Even now, I could still remember how much it hurt when the axe struck me.

How could this kind of feeling be fake?

I would definitely make the murderer pay the price.

With that in mind, I glanced at Mateo and asked, "Where were you on the evening of June 10th?"

In the next second, Mateo suddenly looked at me.

Our eyes met.

I could clearly see the coldness in Mateo's eyes.

"Rosalie, Violet committed suicide."

"Yeah, I know."

I watched Mateo leave and laughed mockingly.

Look, this was the man I had been in love with for three years.

I looked at the empty room and walked to the door.

I was still so sure that something happened outside the door just now.

Just now, the sound came from the door.

If the man at the door was not Mateo, then who was he?

I walked back and forth at the door and accidentally stepped on the garbage in the corner.

At this moment, a black spot in the garbage suddenly caught my attention.

It was a very small microphone.

The sound just now was likely to come from here.

Otherwise, the police would have noticed someone hiding in this building.

I tightly clenched the microphone in my hand.

Mateo, what is your purpose?

...

I must find evidence now.

I had to prove that Mateo killed me.

As soon as it was light, I went to the police station as Violet's sister to find out how the case was going.

According to the evidence currently collected by the police, I committed suicide by jumping into the river.

...

Our college was located halfway up the mountain, and there was a fast-flowing river at the foot of the mountain. No one went there.

The police found my shoes by the river.

The water flowed swiftly, so my body had not been found yet.

According to Mateo's statement to the police, I broke up with him after we argued on the night of June 10th. I was in a very bad mood and sent him a message before I died, saying, "Mateo, we're done."

Because these places were quite remote without surveillance cameras, the police could only rely on witness testimony and physical evidence to make deductions.

It was temporarily identified as a suicide case.

But only I knew that I neither went to any riverside on the night of June 10th nor sent any damn message to Mateo.

But if I went to the police now and told them everything I knew, they might think I was mentally ill.

So the best way now was to find strong evidence.

Undoubtedly, it was my body!

...

If I didn't see it wrong that night, my body was in Mateo's house.

Today was a working day, and Mateo would go to work during the day.

It was not too late to rush over.

After thanking the police, I intended to go to Mateo's place.

At this moment, I suddenly heard several police officers discussing something. "Has the serial murder case been solved? I heard that five women have been killed."

I shook my head. The world wasn't peaceful lately.

When I arrived at Mateo's place, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

I was a scatterbrain, so I deliberately prepared a spare key for this house and hid it under the doormat.

Even Mateo didn't know about this.

I arrived at the house in the afternoon.

However, the odd thing was that I saw the murderer dragging my body towards the meat grinder that day, but there was nothing in the room.

...

How did he manage to take away such a big machine without leaving a trace?

And there was not a single trace in the whole room.

At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning came from the door.

I didn't have time to think.

The next second, I hid in the nearby wardrobe.

Through the crack, I could see that Mateo was back home.

Mateo suddenly looked at me, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Violet."

My eyes dilated a little.

Did he discover me?

The next moment, I realized that he was looking at the photo hanging next to the wardrobe.

It was a photo of me and Mateo.

Thinking of the sweet moment I took photos with Mateo, I felt bitter at heart.

We once loved each other so much.

But now I was desperately searching for evidence to prove that he killed me.

It was really pitiful and sad.

At this moment, Mateo touched the photo on the wall affectionately, but his tone was icy. "Violet, do you know how happy I am that you're dead? You insisted on breaking up with me even though I promised I would change. But what about you? You were as stubborn as your uncle. Now you're dead, and everything from the past will never be discovered. People still think I love you deeply."

Speaking of this, Mateo laughed frantically. "By the way, Violet, you know what? Your uncle thinks I miss you and can't accept your death. He's been investigating your case like crazy. To compensate me, he even asked his leader to promote me. Isn't it funny? Ha ha ha."

I scowled at his smug face and wished I could slap him twice. But I also felt pathetic. I had been in love with this scumbag for so many years.

In fact, when I found out that Mateo was cheating on me, I knew why he didn't want to break up with me.

After graduating, Mateo joined a famous private company.

After two years of hard work, he achieved some success.

But he wasn't good enough to join that private company in the first place.

He was able to get in and do well largely because the general manager of that private company was my uncle.

If my uncle knew about Mateo cheating on me and breaking up with me, he would fire him.

...

In the end, Mateo actually couldn't bear to leave that job.

So when I found out about his cheating, I insisted on breaking up with him no matter how many times he apologized.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Mateo instantly put on a sad face.

He combed his hair casually and answered the door.

In the next second, I heard a voice coming from the door.

It was a male voice.

He said he was a police officer.

The police officer said, "Mateo Scott, we received a report claiming that there are a large number of human tissue-like substances in the water pipe. After our identification, those tissues are from a human corpse. Moreover, according to DNA comparison, the corpse belongs to your girlfriend Violet Taylor. So please come with us now."

Mateo suddenly interrupted the police officer. "Wait, officer, you said that it is my girlfriend's corpse? How is that possible? Didn't she commit suicide by jumping into the sea? How could her body be in the sewer of this building?"

The police officer fixed Mateo with a sharp gaze. "Indeed, it is the corpse of your girlfriend. As for why her body is in the sewer of this building, we need your cooperation with our investigation."

Mateo's face paled at this. "Officer, are you suspecting that I killed Violet and disposed of her body? How could I do such a thing? You must have the wrong person. Things were good between Violet and me. "

The police officer's expression changed subtly. "Really? However, according to our investigation, someone in this building heard strange noises coming from your room on the night of June 10th. And on that night, you used two tons of water. Mr. Scott, can you explain it to me?"

I heard Mateo's angry voice. "I see. He set me up! He knew that I saw him kill Violet, so he wanted to shift the blame to me!"

Then, Mateo was taken away by the police.

I couldn't hear what he said anymore.

I suddenly felt cold all over and couldn't stop trembling.

Who was the person Mateo mentioned?

Suddenly, I remembered that on the night of the murder, I didn't see the face of the killer.

Only Mateo knew the time and place, so I thought the person who killed me was him.

But at this moment, I suddenly realized that things seemed not so simple.

It wasn't until it got dark that I realized I had been in this room for a long time.

During these few hours, the words Mateo said before being arrested kept echoing in my ears.

What did Mateo know exactly?

In this murder case, what role did he play exactly?

And who exactly was the murderer?

Was Mateo trying to defend himself, or was there someone else?

I suddenly thought of someone.

Elaine Smith.

She was my college roommate, and Mateo cheated on me with her.

Did she know something?

Even if there was a glimmer of hope, I had to give it a try.

Just as I was about to open the door and leave, I heard a familiar melody.

The male voice was deep and filled with a hint of joy.

"A girl carries a doll and walks to the garden to see the cherry blossoms. She cries and calls for her mother."

It was him!

Through the peephole, I saw the man slowly open the door opposite.

In the next second, a large meat grinder suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room!

Then the man suddenly turned his head.

I stared at his face intently.

He was actually wearing a mask!

That damn mask again!

Watching him walk towards me step by step, I couldn't help but swallow.

What did he want to do?

I picked up the phone in my pocket and wanted to call the police, but it ran out of battery and was off.

At this moment, the man's hand rested on the doorknob.

I instinctively took a few steps back.