When the police arrived at the villa, it was still dark.

The villa was brightly lit. A burly man was lying on the ground, blood was still oozing from the back of his head, and fragments of the glass cover of the lamp were faintly visible in his hair.

The girl sitting on the sofa is calmly being questioned by the police.

The situation is obvious. Eddie Caputo, the murderer who escaped yesterday morning, was thinking of hiding in a resident's house when he was desperate. Easy to do.

The murderer Eddie sneaked into the villa in the middle of the night, preparing to threaten the owner to obtain temporary escape and respite, and then plan how to escape from Derry Town.

"The moment the murderer rushed out, I was really at a loss...but my younger brother stepped forward and fought bravely with the gangster - the bruises on his body were also left by the gangster during the fight..."

"It was with his help that I had the opportunity to knock him unconscious with a desk lamp..."

"Hands and feet were broken? After all, my brother and I are law-abiding citizens and have never experienced such a thing... I'm afraid he didn't faint, so I can only smash it a few more times, but if he is a murderer ...Is this not a big problem? My brother and I are just defending ourselves..."

The policeman who was recording took a look at the same boy who was sitting on the sofa with sluggish eyes and empty eyes, as well as the obvious bruises on his exposed arms. His eyes showed admiration, and he patted him in praise after finishing the recording. Shoulder: "Good job, you are already a brave and mature boy—but you are still a little timid, learn more from your sister."

The boy with short platinum hair trembled subconsciously, straightened his body, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes swept over the girl with a calm expression sitting across from him, his eyes suddenly revealed the pain of lovelessness.

——On the feeling of being unable to ask for help when the police are around.

The bruises on his body were still in pain, Belch's eyes were empty, and he watched in despair as Sidel got up to send the police away.

Although he learned that the man who fell to the ground was a murderer who fled before, Belch did not relax his fear and vigilance towards Sidelle at this moment.

Belch now firmly believes that Sidelle must be a psychopath and a cruel guy—although there is no evidence yet, but he deeply feels that Sidelle would not have called the police if he hadn't broken through that scene by himself!Maybe he would kill the murderer on the spot!

His thoughts continued to diverge, and he even began to think about why the murderer did not go to someone else but to his house—maybe it was Sidelle who had been in contact with Eddie, but Eddie exposed her identity, and Sidelle was ruthless. personally kill the former accomplice...

Before the police came, the very miserable boy who was being punished by Sidelle thought about enduring the humiliation, slipping on his knees to recognize his sister first—and then revealing Sidelle's true face later.

But his fantasy was ruthlessly broken by Sidelle.

"I know what you want to do—" She pulled out Belch's cell phone from her pocket, opened it, her blue eyes looked at the screen of the phone without any waves, and then raised her eyes to look at him.

Belch didn't want to recall what happened after that.

... All in all a very bad experience.

So much so that when he saw the police, he didn't even have much desire to ask for help—he didn't even believe his mother, and he didn't even have hope for Belch, the policeman in this small town.

After all, his bad reputation has spread for a long time.

A layer of white cloth was spread on the stretcher, and the white cloth covered the blood-stained murderer. Eddie Caputo was officially arrested, and his accomplice Ray was shot dead in the toy store as early as yesterday.

The case is officially over.

However, for Belch, this is just the beginning of a hellish life——

Sidelle, who sent the police away, turned back to the villa. She just glanced over, and Belch subconsciously straightened his body, sat upright, his face was tense, and his slightly trembling hands on his knees still exposed his heart.

The blond girl yawned lazily, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and said lazily, "What are you doing sitting here? I've beaten you into paraplegia?"

"You can't see the blood on the ground? How can I sleep if you don't clean it up?"

Belch: "..."

He murmured, not daring to say anything else, got up and walked to the storage room where the cleaning tools were kept.

Now Belch really believed that Sidelle was the school bully in the past—look at this extremely skillful and domineering others, it seems that she is used to being the boss.

Belch is very familiar with school bullies.

...But he was the bully before, but now he has become the victim, and Belch began to regret suddenly.

If he knew this, he would never be friends with Henry and the others, because he was so rebellious that he called this psychopathic devil! !

It was already late at night, but Belch, who could only squat on the ground and diligently wipe the blood, was very regretful.

Outside the window, a certain bedroom in a unit next to the villa.

The little boy was sleeping peacefully on the bed, holding a doll toy the same size as him in his arms.

The doll's withered yellow fluffy hair grew on the stiff plastic face. There was a slight siren sound from downstairs, as if some mechanism had been triggered.

The doll's gray eyes suddenly moved.

A horrifying scene happened, the doll slowly sat up, it pushed away the little boy's arm, and jumped off the bed, the stiff plastic face unexpectedly showed subtle and emotional expressions.

It climbed up to the window, with its head down, but the toy's eyes emitted emotions that were almost human.

The man on the white stretcher downstairs only showed a head.

But this bedroom is not a high-rise room. The eyes made of plastic dolls suddenly turned flexibly, and its face twisted into a happy smile: "Eddie, you also have today... When you abandon me and run away alone, you should think of yourself." fate!!"

After muttering to himself, the doll slowly climbed down from the window and returned to the bed, seemingly turning into an ordinary toy again.

No one noticed that a battery was quietly lying in the toy box in the corner.

When the next day came, Belch at school got a message.

Sure enough, Henry was taught a lesson by his father-although the specific situation is unknown, Henry's father has already come to school to ask his son for leave.

Belch had an extremely torturous day. He didn't care about what happened in the school. He stayed up until after school, picked up his schoolbag, and walked out of the school gate tremblingly under Sidelle's seemingly unintentional glances, and came to Henry's house.

Because of fear of Henry's father, Belch hesitated at the door for a while.

But he was also afraid of Sydelle, so Belch still knocked on the door.

The man who opened the door was Henry's police father, but Belch managed to enter Henry's house. When he was found in Henry's room, the brown-haired boy was lying on the bed and gasping for breath, with bruises visible to the naked eye. .

Belch touched his vaguely aching shoulder, inexplicably feeling sad.

But he hadn't forgotten what he was here for today.

After returning the knife to Henry, Belch explained his reason for coming: "We should not have any more contact in the future!"

Henry happily picked up the dagger, heard this, and looked at him in disbelief: "Are you fucking sick? Do you dare to say it again?!"

Switching to the previous Belch, he probably has already begun to give in timidly.

But now-

There is also a suspected perverted murderer living in his home, but no one believes what he says, and is seriously threatening his life and safety, but he cannot escape the "good sister" who is controlled by fate.

Breaking off friendship with Henry might be beaten, but compared to the former school bully sister who sat on the bed with a knife in the middle of the night, Belch decisively chose the former.

Friendship is precious, and the price of life is higher.

The price of making friends now may be life-threatening, Belch did not hesitate to give up his old shitty friendship——

After walking out of Henry's house, Belch heaved a sigh of relief for some reason.

It wasn't until he got home and saw the girl sitting on the sofa watching TV that Belkey ​​remembered that he had made an appointment with Henry and the others to watch the Low Shoulders performance tonight.

Belch has now cut ties with them, but thinking of Low Shoulders, a rock band that has exploded in popularity lately, still makes her heart itch.

He walked forward cautiously, first glanced at the TV program that Sidelle was watching habitually.

It is a news report of the rule of law channel.

The host is broadcasting a message: "In the early morning of this morning, Eddie Caputo, the murderer who fled before, has been successfully arrested. I would like to thank a lady and gentleman from xxx (code) street for their participation in this arrest. ...it was because of them that the fugitive was easily captured..."

Belch didn't expect Sidelle to be watching this kind of thing—although it seemed good to be praised on the news, he didn't want to appear on the news of the Rule of Law Channel at all.

He thought for a while, then tentatively opened his mouth: "Sister, do you know the low shoulders band? It's the band that was very popular before..."

The girl's slender body was curled up on the sofa, intently watching the news.

Belch bit the bullet and continued: "They are coming to Derry Town to perform tonight, can I go and see them? I promise I won't drink in the bar, if you're interested, we can go together..."

Since his sister was a school bully in the past, she should also be interested in such bands, right?

"Ah."

As if in response to Belch's thoughts, the girl lying lazily on the sofa answered a word casually.

She glanced at the darkened sky outside the window, the wind blew the branches of the trees slightly, and there were few pedestrians on the dark street.

Sidelle withdrew her gaze and said coldly: "I suggest you not go out tonight."

Belch: "..." Rejected.

Although he was disappointed, he didn't dare to ask again, and went upstairs in desperation.

The girl on the sofa didn't seem to care whether he was going or not.

She was still watching the TV, and the screen's fluorescent light cast a wave of light and shadow on the snow-white girl's face, sometimes darker and sometimes lighter.

The fluorescent light from the screen is projected into the plastic glass eyes of the doll, which is lying crookedly next to the little boy who is playing with building blocks.

The news was still playing on TV.

"It is because of them that fugitive Eddie Caputo was easily captured..."

The accompanying picture is a coded street name, and the woman on the side seems to feel that it is not good for her son to hear this, so she walks over and turns off the TV.

Belch returned to the bedroom, full of grievances and nothing to vent.

He thought he was obedient enough, but Sidelle still used him as air—at least it was a quick rag when it was useful, and rubbed it casually when it was useless.

Belch lay aggrieved on the bed, imagining in his mind how lively the music alley should be now.

—until the next day.

An inexplicable fire in Music Lane, killing dozens of people, hit the headlines in Derry.

In this peaceful and quiet town, the death of dozens of people overnight is undoubtedly a great news.

For a moment, silence and sadness fell over the town of Derry.

Belch looked at the headlines in the newspaper in shock. The blond girl with a glass of milk passed in front of him. She glanced at the newspaper calmly, as if she wasn't too surprised.

People's grief didn't last long.

They thought it was just a sudden and unintentional disaster, until after the fire, continuous unnatural deaths began to appear in the town.

Panic gripped the town, and several people at Belch's school died.

And because the atmosphere in the school is very sluggish, in order to coordinate the mood of the students and create a positive atmosphere, the president of the student union is planning to hold a social dance party in the school.

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