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Yesterday, I dreamed again I am a fugitive murderer. I don't know the specific details of the murder. I only know that after I killed these two people, I amputated a section of each of their calves, from the knee to the foot. The part, this part of the body has been properly handled, absolutely seamless.
I don't have any sense of guilt or psychological pressure for killing people. Everything feels normal, or confused, because I don't even know how to kill the two people or how to deal with the dismembered legs.
Instead, my sister and I came out from home to catch up with other family members who had already set off, but we were held back by a person on the street next to the alley at home. We were in a car with that person, and the person held on to my arm and kept dragging it, which made me very helpless. Then I cut off the man's arm with something, and the man's arm fell off, and the man died in the car. My sister and I were eager to escape, so we got out of the car and left quickly. The crime scene and so on were not dealt with. When I walked a few steps, I looked back, feeling a little uneasy, worried that things that were not dealt with in time would cause future troubles.
In the end we were reunited with our family and lived happily together in a villa facing the street. Soon news came that a body missing a small arm had been found, and investigators had begun an investigation. I was very disturbed that the man's arm was still in my backpack and I had to get rid of it immediately. Just when I was worried, a relative brought news that the investigators had started a blanket investigation and were almost here. I was a little nervous, the arm that was not disposed of in the backpack could not be left here, it would be found, so it had to be disposed of immediately, and my mother also signaled me to leave quickly. Although I was full of worries, I was still calm, so I immediately went out calmly with my backpack on my back.
There were not many people outside the door, so I walked towards the front left, and after walking for a while, I came to an old-fashioned public toilet, and decided to throw the man's severed arm in the latrine. I opened the backpack and took out my arm. I have been stuffy and put it aside for a long time. The arm has rotted, and the bones of the fingers can be seen intermittently. The other skin parts are also rotten to varying degrees, but there is no smell. Not dirty either. At the stall where I just took out my arm, several police officers suddenly appeared from the wall of the old-fashioned public toilet, and they had already surrounded me. In an instant, my heart became ashamed, and I thought it was all over. There was no room for argument if I was caught. It was obvious that when I killed the first two people, I dealt with it seamlessly. In the end, I lost everything in one move. , I just don't know what the judgment result will be. I thought there was no need to kill the person who was killed at the end. It was a complete accident, or helplessness. If it wasn't for the last time, things wouldn't be what they are now.
? When I was discouraged, my thinking was still calm. Seeing how so many people were surrounded by such a coincidence, I knew I had been tricked. I should have been targeted a long time ago. The so-called carpet investigation must be a trick to deliberately lure my actions, or why so many people suddenly arrived at the scene. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com