Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

"That's my speculation, and I think it stands up."

"He must have killed his wife."

"He killed her, but in everyone's eyes, she is still alive, and walks around in the community every day."

"Who would doubt that a living person has been killed?"

"I have to say, this is a very clever technique."

"Perhaps at this moment, the body of the original owner next door is lying in an unknown corner, decaying and smelly, breeding maggots."

"It's even possible that she's hidden somewhere in her house, emitting a stench silently. Her skin, muscles, and oils are volatilizing into the air little by little. It's mixed in the air."

"so……"

"Her death and her body will be floating everywhere."

"Maybe……"

"It also infiltrated my room through the crack in the door."

"There's a part of her in every breath I breathe."

"Thinking of this, my heart began to beat violently."

"Such speculation made me feel inexplicable fear in the dark night, and all the pores on my body were also opened."

"In the next time."

"I carry that thought with me every day."

"Fear and doubts are thickening day by day, like a black fog, permeating the heart."

"Finally, under this torment, I couldn't bear it anymore."

"When I got home at night, I made up my mind to call the police."

"But just as I got up to get my cell phone on the bed, I suddenly heard the siren."

"I cautiously opened the window and looked downstairs."

"In the night, a flashing police light was slowly slowing down and parked in front of the building."

"Two minutes later."

"I heard a knock on the door in the corridor, and I lay down on the peephole and peeked out."

"It is the dark green door on the opposite door that is ringing."

"Yes……"

"The police are knocking it!"

"Soon, the door will open."

"The policeman said something to the person who opened the door, then entered the room, and the door was closed silently behind them, and in this way, all my curiosity and prying desire were firmly locked in the door outside."

"My heart is pounding right now."

"The police actually came to the door. Who called the police? Or... what suspicious things did they find?"

"Curiosity is like a drug. It makes me restless. I turned around the room twice, and suddenly thought that there is a window adjacent to my balcony and the next door."

"Because the balcony is protruding and forming a corner, I can see part of their room just by leaning out a little bit."

"This discovery made me feel as if I had bought the last ticket to the ball game. I ran to the balcony excitedly, and then opened the aluminum alloy window."

"In the night, the lights in that bedroom are on, and the window is as clear and bright as a movie screen."

"After the police came in, they stood directly in the living room. An older man looked at the gloomy man in front of him and asked in a deep voice: Why did you call the police?"

"As soon as I heard this sentence, I was completely stunned."

"I rely on!!"

"It turned out that the man himself called the police?!"

"Is...is he surrendering himself?"

"My current mood is like beating a drum, up and down."

"At this moment."

"There is a wound on the man's arm that is bleeding."

"The man pressed hard with a tissue, and a woman with disheveled hair was curled up on the sofa in the corner, barefoot, with her hands wrapped around her knees, and she was crying."

"In her hand, she was still holding a stainless steel fruit knife tightly, and there was a streak of blood on the edge of the knife."

"When the police saw this, even if they didn't ask, they would have already guessed something."

"It must be a couple quarreling again to the point of dancing with knives and guns. He has seen this kind of situation a lot."

"The man's expression looked a little annoyed, and he yelled: The horse-riding man is simply a madman, arguing about committing suicide, and even slashing me with a knife. Look at my arm, it's bleeding!"

"Speaking."

"He removed the bright red tissue and showed the bloody wound to the police."