Chapter 52 Chapter 52 I regret not having enough lovers when I need them...
Damn it!
These people don't sleep at all, do they?
With trembling hands, I changed the gauze on my left eye and found new gauze in the medicine box to wrap myself with.
It’s not that I’m weak, but that I’m exercising too much.
Blood was everywhere, at my feet, at the head of the bed, on the walls, and even in the cracks of the floor. Several bodies lay on the ground, each one of them having died a miserable death.
Five people were killed continuously, plus the ones Ali dealt with, there were a total of six assassinations tonight!
I'll kill his whole family! If you have so much money to hire a killer, why not just give it to me?
I would never waste my money on a place like this!
I regret so much, I shouldn't have let Ali go to Scott Manor to deliver that damn dagger.
What happens to Olvera now has nothing to do with me. The most important thing now is my life and sleep quality!
And damn Levin! They installed surveillance cameras in the apartment before, why didn't they install them this time?
If you want to play the Forced Love copy, just play it well!
I cursed the captain at the air for a full minute before I suppressed the anger in my heart.
I touched the gauze on the corner of my left eye and fell into deep thought.
If Carter wants to win over the deputy leader's power, he must proceed steadily and in a roundabout way. This is also to prepare for Casena to take over power more smoothly and steadily in the future.
At first, Carter only wanted to use false accusations, but he didn't expect that I would use public opinion. So in order to maximize his interests, he also chose to use public opinion first.
As long as we survive this stage, the deputy leader can be completely nailed down.
The deputy commander must have guessed it, so he simply sacrificed the public opinion battlefield and directly eliminated me, leaving Carter with no recourse. If I'm not mistaken, the deputy commander will continue to try every possible means to obtain evidence of my murder, making me a tainted witness who cannot be trusted.
A low-class bastard with blood on her hands, can her testimony be trusted?
Not to mention the jury and the people watching the live broadcast, even I, as the person involved, don’t believe it.
I glanced at the time and it was five in the morning, the sun was about to rise.
There's still some time before I have to go to work at the court, and I have to deal with these five bodies.
After sitting there and resting for a while, I grabbed a handful of glucose and stuffed it into my mouth.
The overly sweet powder cream filled my mouth, some of it flowed down my throat and into my nasal cavity, but soon merged with the blood.
After replenishing your energy, stand up and get ready to take action.
But as soon as my fingers touched the corpse, I retracted them and went to get the communicator instead.
I dialed a number, words brewing on my lips, and looked at the corpse at my feet with no expression on my face.
It's too early at this time, I'm not sure if the other party will answer the call.
If the call is answered, that would be the best outcome. If not, I will call the next person. Someone will always answer.
The communicator rang for more than ten seconds before finally connecting.
The other person's voice was still filled with the impatience of being woken up, hoarse and irritable, "Who?"
The second after he opened his mouth, tears welled up in my eyes. I said to him in a choked and panicked voice with a blank expression: "Kirsty, I, I killed someone again."
"What should I do? They want to kill me. I don't know what to do. I'm scared. I can't think of anyone else but you. I really miss you."
"Kirsty, I'm covered in blood. Should I turn myself in?"
There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a moment, followed by a few happy yet helpless chuckles.
I seemed to see him leaning on the bed and fiddling with his long white hair.
"Don't panic, it's useless. You're always like this, crying to me and asking for help when you encounter a big problem." He comforted me gently, "Just tell me where you are first, and I'll go and help you."
I didn't tell him the address immediately. Instead, I stammered and told him how many people I had killed and how I had killed them, and finally told him the address.
"Yes, it was Levin who arranged this apartment for me. He said it was safe here, and I thought he was an upright judge and would not lie to me, so I moved in." I put the blame on Levin without hesitation.
"Wait for me there," said Kirsty.
After ending the call, I found a mirror and started to tidy up my image.
Well, no need to sort it out at all.
New wounds were added to old ones, and the situation was just as miserable as when he left the slums.
I'm not worried about Kirsty being exposed. He's experienced in disposing of bodies, and with a little guidance from me, he can cover up the evidence.
He can even take the initiative to get something that cannot be covered on himself because he has enough trial and error costs.
I didn't have to wait long before Kirsty and his professional team arrived.
The leader was shocked when he saw the bloodstains and corpses all over the bedroom and bathroom, but he quickly regained his professionalism and began to deal with the bodies.
Professional freight companies (or arms delivery companies) can easily handle all kinds of citizen debris.
I felt so inferior to her in this respect that I stole a glance as I walked towards Kirsty, hoping to learn from her.
Wow, what a great technique, I learned it.
"Kirsty!"
I pulled Kirsty into another quick room and buried my head in his belly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"I shouldn't have involved you, but I'm really scared. I really can't trust anyone but you." I pressed my face against his lower abdomen and my arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
The omega got up in a hurry, wearing only silk pajamas under his coat.
When the tears fell on it, they left a large dark mark like petals, sticking to his lower abdomen.
The familiar scent of gardenias filled my nostrils. I raised my head, my face pale as I looked up at Kirsty. "I really don't know what to do, Kirsty. I can't do anything in the Uptown. I don't have anyone I can get close to except you."
Kirsty bent down slightly, and her snow-white hair fell on my cheek, soft and itchy.
There was still blood on my face that hadn't been wiped clean. When he moved slightly, his blood-stained white hair stuck to it like a spider web.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Kirsty held my face. "I'll help you take care of it."
It's compassionate and gentle, and tinged with self-love.
Are all omegas like this?
When you fall in love with your lover, are you also falling in love with their projection of yourself?
No, both alpha and omega should be like this.
I let him hold my face, and then he removed the gauze from my left eye, and then I obediently let him find new gauze to wrap it around my eye.
I don’t know how many pieces of gauze I have changed today.
I don't know if it will cause the wound to become inflamed.
"Kirsty, should I turn myself in?" I asked him with trembling lips.
Kirsty narrowed her golden eyes in amusement. "Of course not. You were forced to do it. You were just over-defending at best."
"If you don't kill these people, they will kill you. It's useless. You are innocent. You are just too pitiful. Anyone in Shangxing City can bully you."
I gave him a bitter and painful smile, brought his finger to my lips and rubbed it gently, "Only you would say these words to me."
"You are the only one who can help me." I whispered to him.
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On August 1, I was charged with murder by the police.
According to eyewitnesses, there were a total of six bodies, each of which was dismembered and unrecognizable, with damaged glands, severed limbs, and fingerprints and other identifiable parts destroyed.
There were clear signs of a body being dumped at the scene. After investigating surveillance footage, the police discovered that I had been in the area at 5:45 a.m. on July 29th.
So I became a major suspect and was taken away by the police while working in the court.
Arriving at the interrogation room, I found my familiar position and sat there, my face filled with panic. "I, I'm really innocent! I didn't do anything! You have to believe me!"
It wasn't Horry who interrogated me.
Obviously, he is the deputy leader's man.
He looked at me with cold eyes as I cried bitterly, and listened to me tearfully testifying over and over again that I did not kill the person.
"You said you didn't kill him. Then answer me, where were you at 5:45 a.m. on July 29th?"
I was confused by this question, and then answered decisively: "I'm sleeping at home!"
"Oh, then why did the surveillance footage here show you at the body dumping site around 5:00 a.m. on the 29th?"
Yeah, why?
Don’t ask me this question, ask Kirsty why she took that road for no reason!
He was the one who directed the driver to drive the car, and he was responsible for taking the body away. I didn't move my face or mouth the whole time...Okay, I did it.
But the hands that do the killing and burying of bodies and the hands that do manual activities are two different concepts, and I can distinguish them clearly!
I couldn't argue. I moved my mouth for a while before I managed to utter, "Going to work early?"
“…Ha.” He sneered.
What are you laughing at? I will make you laugh to death.
Although there was no direct evidence proving that I killed those six people, I was still locked up in a small dark room because I couldn't think of how to explain why I was not sleeping at home but appearing in the suburbs at 5:45 in the morning.
This time he is not a possible accomplice, but the mastermind of a major murder case, which is completely different in nature.
A separate room, 24-hour strict surveillance, and high-pressure interrogation anytime and anywhere.
No visits are allowed, nor are any actions that might lead to contact with the outside world.
The deputy head of the group seized the opportunity and wanted to kill me as if I were a murderer.
Squatting in a small corner of the room, I drew circles as usual.
"What are you doing!" A scolding voice came from the surveillance camera above.
My hand stopped making circles and moved it within the surveillance camera's field of view, then I curled my lips in indignation.
If you don't give me two circles, I'll let Ali draw circles on you with a knife when I get a chance to get out.
Let’s see who dares to scold me.
I couldn't move my hands, so I could only pretend to be dazed and wonder who could rescue me.
In order to kill me, the deputy commander must have made many preparations and tried to send me to the execution platform as quickly as possible.
In order to avoid being cut off from the source of the trouble, Carter will definitely speed up the progress of the Xinluoya case and block the deputy head of the team in the process.
The two big ladies were fighting up there, and the other boys were just following their lead. A little calf like me was the poor one who suffered, and whether I could survive depended entirely on them.
Can Kirsty get me out of here?
No, he is currently busy with other things, and getting me out would risk exposing me.
That's Cutler?
It would be too much trouble to get involved with me at this time. She would not go out of her way to rescue a chess piece that might lose its value.
Levin...pass, it's useless at all.
That leaves only a few Horrys.
But they wouldn't risk it either, especially Bang Lington. He was a sensitive figure, and he was openly suspicious of my position. If he tried to rescue me, it would definitely attract the attention of the deputy commander.
That's the person the organization placed in the Senate.
It's even more useless! Why are the Senate members not raising taxes, increasing tariffs, and paying bribes, but instead running to the black room to pull out a major suspect? Isn't it obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that there's something fishy going on?
I can't let Ali kidnap me, right?
Hahaha, that’s not impossible. Let Alido drop a few bombs when the time comes.
It’s fake, I was just talking nonsense.
I climbed onto the creaking little iron bed with no idea what to do, and lay there motionless like a warm corpse that had just been placed in a coffin.
The more I think about it, the more I want to laugh.
But laughing for no apparent reason would make people think I was crazy, and these are special times, so I held it in and spit at the surveillance camera instead. But I opened and closed my mouth, but no spit came out. This isn't to say I'm well-mannered, it's just that my mouth was extremely dry and my throat was smoking.
The wound on July 29th has not healed yet. Lying in a cold and damp place makes the wound itchy and painful, accompanied by a sticky and disgusting feeling.
Olvera, you're the only one left. You must be useful.
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The author has something to say: Let me explain the plot in advance
Olvera and Levin will die. The higher the heroine's career progresses, the more men will die. Please feel sorry for the heroine, she is so pitiful.
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