No blood spraying!
Only skin and muscle were forcibly stretched apart by countless fine red lines.
This scene, seems familiar.
But last time, the hand was inserted secretly from behind, carrying the coldness of betrayal and sudden sharp pain.
But this time.....
It's from the front, right before one's eyes, with a kind of leisurely ritual of "enjoying a meal," brazenly inserted.
As a veteran constable, Feng Ju was well aware of what this implied—the crime had escalated.
Not just an escalation in the method but also a transformation in the killer's psychology.
If last time, the "cloth doll" still felt guilty, unable to look at herself, now, she was savoring the process.
But, why in both scenarios, was he the powerless victim/monster?
What exactly did he do wrong?!!
So, at this moment, Feng Ju asked a soul-searching question similar to the one before his last death.
His throat was blocked by the red lines, unable to speak clearly, only producing vague, intermittent sounds:
